Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Your Bond’s a Mess

"I need ten minutes alone with her." Brynn drums her gnarled fingers against the couch. "A necessary calibration before the spell. The glamour needs to sync with her energy signature."

Logan’s response is immediate. "No."

The word lands between us like a brick. His posture shifts subtly—shoulders squared, jaw set. Alpha mode activated.

The witch’s old eyes glitter with amusement. "Scared of what I’ll say, or what she might admit?"

I nudge Logan with my elbow, keeping my voice low. Time to be mature, calm, rational Nicole, not the crazy jealous version of me I’ve been since I learned of her existence. "I’m fine. Ten minutes. You’ll be in the next room, right?"

His expression darkens. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he stares down at Brynn, who meets his gaze with undisguised delight. I can practically feel the testosterone radiating off him.

"Ten minutes," he finally growls. The look he gives me says it all: scream and I’ll come running.

Unlike Logan—or Penelope—my mate bond/BFF telepathy works great, thank you very much. I get what they’re trying to tell me with their eyes. Too bad they don’t have the same skill.

The bedroom door clicks shut behind him, and I’m left alone with the witch.

Brynn’s fingers snap—a sharp, crisp sound in the quiet apartment. The air compresses suddenly, a quiet pop pressing against my eardrums followed by a subtle shift in pressure. My skin prickles.

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"Don’t worry," she says, noticing my startled expression. "It’s just so he doesn’t hear what we need to talk about."

"How did you do that so fast? I didn’t sense anything until it snapped."

Brynn’s smile blooms slowly across her ancient face. "Everyone has their secrets, darling."

She studies me with unsettling intensity, her rheumy eyes suddenly sharp and focused. It’s like being dissected by a surgeon—methodical, meticulous, missing nothing. "You’re having trouble controlling your emotions when it comes to your wolf, aren’t you?"

My spine stiffens. "I’m human."

Brynn snorts, the sound too vigorous for her frail appearance. "Don’t play coy with me, girl."

I look away, focusing on the cityscape beyond the penthouse windows. The silence stretches between us until I can’t bear it anymore.

"It might be... a small problem."

"Small?" She chuckles. "Is that what we’re calling it?"

Heat rises to my cheeks. "I don’t see how my emotional state is relevant to a glamour spell."

"You usually a jealous person?" she asks, ignoring my deflection.

"No. Never." The answer comes easily because it’s true. Before Logan, I’d never experienced this possessive rage. Scott had been free to flirt with colleagues at office parties, and I’d rolled my eyes at most. It had taken catching him in the act, pasty ass in the air and dick in another woman’s vagina, for my anger to spark.

But with Logan... a simple implication sends my blood pressure skyrocketing.

The air around Brynn shimmers suddenly—like heat rising from asphalt in summer. The magic peels away in luminescent layers, revealing smooth skin where wrinkles had been moments before. The transformation is mesmerizing.

Mine.

Strange. I can remember, but I can’t... see it.

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