Aidan’s POV
The morning sun was unrelenting as it streamed through the blinds, forcing me awake. I groaned, running a hand through my hair. Sleep had been restless, taunted by dreams of Avery and the ever-present ache of keeping my instincts in check. My mate was under my protection now, whether she acknowledged it or not.
“Morning Lazy ass," I said to no one in particular.
“Morning," he stretched his body lazily and wagged its tail.
I had to know more about her world.
Throwing on a hoodie which my personal assistant had dropped for me last night and then I stepped outside, I let my heightened senses roam. The scents of her neighborhood filtered in—a mixture of fresh-cut grass, diesel, and something else. Masculine scents. Many of them.
The realization hit like a punch to the gut…her
