Chapter 8 Types Of Disgrace

Fenris's Pov
I had hoped that my brother Conrad was wrong, that a weak servant girl cannot be our fated mate. That hope vanished the moment I smelled her enchanting scent. It was faint, but it appeased my senses more than any music or wine has ever done.
I had an immense urge to get closer and inhale more of it. But I changed my mind as soon as I was standing in front of her.