Capítulo 153: Dining separately

Author's note: this is from Calista's point of view

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The whole villa smelled of dogs, and I could hear them making noise even before we stepped into the hallway. How can Serina tolerate that?

Oh, right. She fell for a dog, and she adopted three pups as her children and… I should probably stop those thoughts because I just shagged one (repeatedly), and I liked it.

For a reason unknown, I couldn't look at Sergio as a dog.

Sergio was my handsome fuck-buddy with a delicious cock, a gigantic libido, and plenty of exquisite techniques that make me cry for more. And that description doesn't belong to a dog.

It must be his scent, I concluded.

All werewolves smell funky, but Sergio smelled like cedarwood with a hint of lime; seductive and soothing, yet refreshing. It was conflicting, but it worked, just how me being with him didn't make sense, yet I was drawn to him to the point of considering him as a part of my normal.