Princess of the Werewolves novel Chapter 50

"He's probably part of my pack" I stated. "You might have smelt him when we opened the door"

Britney shook her head. "No. Its like he's in this room, but he's not"

"Britney" Brian said softly. "That makes no sense" he deadpanned.

She growled at him. "I can smell him!"

"What does he smell like?"

She took a long whiff while her eyes shut. "Like... Coconuts?" she said, but it sounded more like a question.

Coconuts. Who the hell smells like coconuts?

"Do you know anyone who smells like coconuts?" I asked Brian.

He shook his head. "I've never smelt anyone who smells like coconuts"

"That's what he smells like!" Britney insisted.

"We'll help you find you're mate. But for now, I need to know what you want with the princess" I said.

Britney shook her head. "Mate now. Princess later"

Knowing what it feels like not to find your mate, I agreed. I thought about everyone in the pack, but I don't remember anyone smelling like coconuts. "Who else came down here?" Brian asked.

"No one. Just you this morning, then you guys now" she answered.

"Is his scent still here?" I asked.

She nodded. "Its not moving, but its faint. Like someone else's scent is mixed with it"

"What's the other scent?"

She sniffed. "Oranges and grass" she shuddered. "Such a weird combination" her face scrunched up in a disgusted manner.

'Ash' Brian said through the mind-link. I glanced at him, waiting for him to say something. 'That's your scent. Citrus and grass is your scent' he informed me.

"How is her mate's scent on me?" I asked aloud.

Britney growled. "I know you have him. Where is he?!"

"I swear that I don't have your mate" I said calmly. "How could someone's scent be mixed with mine?"

Brian shrugged. "It mixes when you use someone lotion, or perfume, or hug them, or wear their clothes"

I didn't use any lotion or perfume. I hugged Eve. But she's my mate and she doesn't smell like coconuts, so its not her. And I just got shorts from Brian, but they didn't smell like coconuts. And I have Shawn's- "I got it!" I exclaimed.

My legs ached when I made it to Asher's pack house. He was waiting for me at the porch with a pair of shorts. I shifted and put on the shorts.

"Where is she?" I asked.

Asher put his hands up in surrender. "She's a rogue. She's in the cellar"

I held in a growl, knowing that he was following procedure. You're supposed to bring rogues into the cellar and question them- even if they look harmless. Looks can be very deceiving. "Why do you think she's my mate?" I inquired.

"She smelt your shirt" Asher informed me as we walked into the pack house. "She still has it by the way. I don't think you're gonna get that back" he said with a small chuckle.

He opened the door to the cellar, and I was hit with her scent. She smelt like rogue, but there was more. Like strawberries and cream. I inhaled as I walked closer to the cells. 'Mate' my wolf growled.

"Mate" a girl mumbled from inside a cell. She had short brown hair with light colored highlights and she had big brown eyes.

"I'm Shawn" I introduced myself.

"Britney"

"Can you guys open the cell?" I asked Asher and Brian.

Asher gave me an apologetic smile as he shook his head. "We need some info" he said.

"She's my mate!" I exclaimed. "Can't you get info with her outside the cage?" I questioned.