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The night filled Ethan’s chest with a hint of bitterness and nostalgia. It was deep in the night when he left his partner many years ago. How many years has it been since he left the love of his life, Anon? Guilt and loss hounded him. His sharp golden eyes narrowed as he scented the air. The familiar scent of his partner assaulted him—warm, sweet, and inviting. His eyes flicked to the child in Anon’s arms, and a blush filled his cheeks. Could it be his? Millions of scenarios ran through his mind. Did Anon find another partner? What if the baby was his? Ethan sighed. Only one way to find out. He approached Anon cautiously, tentatively sending calming pheromones. “Hey, Anon…” he began bashfully. “uhmmm… it’s me…can…” he hesitated. “Can we talk?” He offered his wrist to share his scent. “Please? Give me a chance… to explain…”











