Guilty by association

To this day she couldn't shake the memories of Myriad's initial meeting from her head. The way Riv had addressed her as his mate, like she was an object with no opinion, no say in anything whatsoever. He could have asked prior. Even before everyone had shown up. Her answer would have still been no, though at least he would have asked. But did he? No, he just left her looking like a surprised buffoon. Now everyone thought they were mates, when she hadn't yet thought the whole situation through. The pressure of providing Myriad with an heir didn't help either.

A masculine scent drifted to her nose, a scent quite similar to the alpha's though equally different. She knew her lover's scent inside out; the pleasant, aromatic smell like an imprint in her mind. She had to admit, sometimes she could pick up her own scent amidst Rivaxorus', their scents intermingled, blended, from the many days (and nights) they had shared together. But no, this one was quite different. A sibling of Riv's, perhaps? Whether that was the case or not, she decided to pursue her mysterious pack-mate, following his scent as she swiftly weaved through the willow trees.