Kelsey's POV
The mirror tiles reflected my suddenly narrowed vertical pupils as juniper gin mixed with Alpha pheromones washed over me from behind.
Marcus braced a hand on the marble counter, our frayed mate bond throbbing at my nape.
I panicked—how had Granny figured it out?
Startled, I clapped a hand over my mouth and dashed to the toilet, vomiting out the fish soup.
My stomach burned, and I felt wretched.
As I reached for a tissue, someone handed me one. I wiped my mouth and mumbled, "Thanks..." but froze when I saw who stood behind me.
"Been smelling spoiled truffles lately?" His amber eyes swept over my bruised nails—the result of last night's attempt to scratch off my temporary mark, leaving traces of my wolfish nature.
A warm hand pressed onto my cramping stomach, Alpha pher
