Nathan’s POV
She ignored us.
Completely.
Didn’t matter what we did—
what we cooked,
how many damn flowers we sent—
Nothing.
Every attempt was met with silence, and our wolves were starting to lose their patience. Mine especially. Her birthday is here , and instead of being with us… she was still thinking about him.
We couldn’t let that continue.
So—we made a plan.
⸻
We knocked softly on her door.
“Come in!” her voice called, light and unaware.
No one moved.
A second later, the door creaked open just enough for her to peek her head out—and the second she did, her scent hit me full force.
Strawberries. Vanilla.
Addictive.
My wolf surged forward with a low, possessive rumble.
Then she saw it.
The breakfast cart.
Freddie’s. All her favorites. Burger, fries, fruit and—of cou
