Due to his own raging pheromones Lithe mind was clouded.
Lithe was still vaguely aware that he had been waiting to use the bathroom but for some strange reason he couldn't remember why.
Now his body felt like it was burning up, if it wasn't for gravity he would have felt like he was floating in a dream-like manner.
His chest kept rising, like a hot air balloon, up, up, up like a flame had been lit inside him to make him want to climb to higher heights.
Something felt wrong instead of being free he was anchored down by an unrecognizable hand.
The scent wafting from this alpha's pores wasn't the lemony goodness that his body craved.
No, it was something awful like rotten sardines left out in the open too long past their expiry date.
Mentally and physically he rejected this alpha, was this a side effect to finding his true mate especially since he hated the smell of the foul alpha.
