Jordan's POV
All I can smell is taffy apples—sweet candy apples dipped in caramel and rolled in crushed nuts. That warm, sticky-sweet scent is wrapping around me like a blanket, pulling me in. It’s him. Kieran. That’s his scent. And it’s doing things to me.
The Moon Goddess has jokes—because yes, he’s still my mate. Still him. No matter how far I run, no matter how deep I bury the pain, the bond is undeniable. And that smell? It’s got me craving things I have no business craving. There has to be a reason why the Goddess keeps putting him in my path. And I’m finally ready to find out what the hell that reason is.
Because let’s be real—this man is a product of pure dysfunction. His mom? Trash. His dad? Even worse. And they raised him like a punching bag wrapped in wolveskin. Maybe he does
