Aiden's POV:
When I first stepped into the throbbing chaos of the club, my wolf, Zeke, stirred restlessly in the back of my mind. He growled.
"Mate."
It was a word that hung in the air. Stephanie? Here? Impossible. I brushed it off initially, convinced it must be some trick of my mind. But as I moved closer to the VIP section, her scent grew stronger, curling around me like a siren’s call. My curiosity turned to unease, and I quickened my pace. My wolf was never wrong. She was definitely here.
When I finally reached the VIP section, my heart stopped. I froze mid-step, every muscle in my body tensing as my gaze locked on a figure seated at the bar. A girl in a striking red dress. Her back was to me, but I knew. I knew.
There was no mistaking Stephanie, not for me. I could recognize he
