- Aria
If someone had told me a week ago that Luca Stormbourne—my very charming, very problematic, very emotionally constipated Alpha husband—would one day voluntarily show up with flowers…
I would have laughed so hard I'd be rolling on the floor.
This man didn’t do flowers.
He barely did words.
But apparently, he now did “desperate husband energy.”
And honestly? I wasn’t ready.
Earlier that day, I’d swung by the office to drop off some stuff, only to overhear Kenia trying her best not to lose her sanity while giving Luca a crash course in being a decent husband.
“Alpha,” she said patiently, “flowers. Women like flowers.”
“Aria doesn’t,” Luca shot back.
“How do you know? When did you last give her any?”
Silence.
“Exactly,” Kenia said. “You don’t know,
