Beta Ash's pov
Steam clouded the mirror in front of me, fogging my reflection as I ran a towel through my hair. The water still clung to my skin, cooling rapidly in the room’s natural air. It should’ve been just another quick shower, something to wash off the day. But the moment I stepped out, her scent hit me like a damn freight train.
I froze.
That scent.
Sweet. Warm. Subtle vanilla with a hint of earth—like wildflowers and fresh wind after rain.
My wolf stirred beneath my skin instantly.
She’s here.
Lisa.
I didn’t need anyone to tell me that.
I had memorized every note of her scent that night in the club. The night she touched me—kissed me—like her lips had nowhere else to belong. She hadn’t recognized me since then, which I found ironic considering how unforgettable that night
