Martha thought the worst was over once Brian walked out of her apartment.
She was wrong.
The next morning, she woke aching and hollow, but work was work. Aurora Scents didn't care about broken hearts or old mates. They cared about formulas, deadlines, and getting new blends ready for testing.
That, at least, made sense.
She dressed in her plain work clothes, tied her hair back, and headed out. The bakery downstairs already buzzed with early customers. The smell of bread and coffee followed her into the cool morning air.
Her wolf was quiet as they walked.
“Maybe today will just be normal," Martha said inwardly. “Lab. Samples. No alphas. No mates."
“I'd like that," the wolf replied. “Normal smells nice."
The glass building of Aurora Scents gleamed in the pale light when she reached i
