Twenty : Scent Marking

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After dressing myself appropriately, I fixed my hair in the mirror before stepping out of the bathroom. 

Eros stood several steps away from the bathroom, patiently waiting for me. He came towards me and grabbed a hold of my hand, manipulating my body until I was standing directly in front of him.

My eyebrows furrowed and I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing.

Aren't we going to tour the pack house?

I would have asked but didn't want to make myself seem too eager in case he noticed something.

Eros' handsome face enlarged in my vision, blue eyes staring directly into mine while the corner of his lips curved upwards.

He was making me nervous again.

I purse my lips and removed my gaze away from his face. As if that was going to make his entire existence disappear.

Being this close, I could definitely see how much he towered over my form. Just his scent and the electric tingles from his touch made me remember certain events this morning, that shouldn't be roaming around in my mind.

My heart was starting to beat rapidly and my palms were getting really sweaty. I cleared my throat and just barely flinched to the side when he hunched downwards. 

The barest of tingles formed against my neck when his head dipped, cold nose rubbing against the column of my throat intimately. There were tiny goosebumps that formed against the base of my head and I could feel my whole body tremble and quake in his arms.

"Um, Eros? What are you doing?" I asked, willing my limbs to quit shaking enough to talk.

"Scent marking." His rather short and blunt reply managed to jolt a memory of mine.

Werewolves scent mark most of their property, things, and, of course, people. Alpha's have a more higher instinct to scent mark their property and tended to scent mark most of the people close to them in order to keep their pack members safe from harms way

The more powerful the Alpha, the more stronger the mark.

Their scent marking can deter other werewolves from attacking their pack members and family. It can also aid them in finding those they scent mark.

Considering the fact that he was scent marking me, one of the reasons must be because he was trying to protect me.

It probably was going to make tracking me easier.

Great. 

I don't know if I should be grateful or not. 

What if one of his enemies manage to breach his territory and I just happen to be a good member to kidnap? Or what if I escape and that enemy sees me and decides to destroy me off of the face of this earth because I was apart of his pack? 

This feels like a double edged sword or a death trap of some sorts.

From analyzing scent marking, I know that werewolf scent marking is a little more harder to remove since it is actually their energy that is being exerted and soaked into the flesh of the person being marked. Sometimes, even after death can their scent still be scented at the burial ground.

It was like a mark that would never be erased. 

I've tried before and the one thing, that manages to erase new scent marks, is consistent baths in bleach, acid, ammonia and a variety of other harmful chemicals that tend to degrade the skin. I'm not too interested in becoming a skeleton.

Also, note how I said new scent marks. 

Scent marks that are regularly reinforced are almost like a tattoo. Unless there is a pronounced period of time where the person is not marked again, the scent mark will fade. For instance if the Alpha dies, the mark will fade with time. Or if the pack member moves from one pack to another, the scent mark will be replaced with a new scent mark, but not removed. Basically, you are trading one for the other. 

Werewolves tend to have several types of marks. For instance, mating marks, Beta marks, Gamma marks, tracking marks, etc.

Out of all those markings, mating marks are the only permanent marking that is irreversible once done properly. 

"It will keep you safe," he murmured, warm breath pillowing against the sensitive skin of my neck and collarbone. I refrained from shoving him away and instead forced down the intense need to shiver.

My neck was really starting to tingle and burn in a rather ticklish way. I, unconsciously, shrug my shoulders. 

Eros pressed a soft butterfly kiss against the base of my neck and backed away as if he knew that I was going to punch him again. 

Slightly irritated, I tried to remove my hand from his, yet any attempt to dislodge him was worthless.His body temperature was a lot higher than the average humans and just holding his hand was alike to holding a hand warmer. 

I finally stopped my squirming and sighed.

When we finally left his room, the halls were deadly quiet to the point where you could probably hear a pin drop. Some girls, whom I recognized from the 'council ruling', were staring at me as if I had two heads and several menacing tentacles. 

Which isn't true.

I didn't feel as if their gaze was of mockery, superiority or disgust like it was yesterday.

Instead of foaming from the mouth or calling me rude names, they looked rather shocked and jealous...maybe? A couple of them dropped their phones, ran into an open door or bumped into each other, creating a colliding mess in the previously clean hall. 

What is up with their over-exaggerated expressions?

They were acting as if I transformed from an extremely ugly caterpillar into a multi-colored butterfly. 

Beauty is only skin deep, right?

Strangely enough, I felt oddly satisfied that I could make them dazed with just one look my way. Instead of fainting in disgust, they seemed to be in awe, which was a lot different from the type of looks I usually get from people.

Before, no one ever looked at me twice

Now instead of staring me down, they stare at me.

It was nerve wracking to say the least since I'm not used to being stared at by a group of people like this. It felt like speech class all over again and God knows how much I hated that class.

I glanced upwards at Eros to notice his eyes had changed colors, beautiful blue eyes were glowing eerily. Everyone in the hall had frozen in place, eyes glowing almost the same likes. Once they regained their composure, they began cleaning their mess and moving on at an astounding speed.

Eros continued leading me along and wherever we went, people greeted him with their heads bent down and tucked under.

No one dared to look at me again.  

It must be nice to have such control over people. 

I wish I was an Alpha too.

Toran, Eros' Beta, came strutting down the halls straight towards us and proceeded to stop just a couple feet away. His eyes never strayed from Eros.

It looked like everyone was afraid to directly look at me. What Eros must have mind linked them was probably scary enough for them to all be acting like I am some sort of poisonous disease, transferred through just one look at my face. Which is kind of scary if you think about it.

I don't know if that is a good or a bad thing.

"Alpha. Alpha Female." Toran greeted rather slowly, gauging Eros expression by the looks of it before saying, "Alpha Xavier Thaeos has just arrived and is awaiting you, Alpha Eros."

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A/N : This chapter is a little boring but I hope you guys learned a little about scent marking because I did. I'm off to do some more research on wolves now :D

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