_Aaron's POV_
I woke up in the morning, feeling the warmth of the sun filtering through the curtains. It was a usual start to the day, or so I thought. As I stretched and yawned, I realized that something was different – my mate was not beside me in bed. Panic surged through me for a moment, but then I caught a whiff of something delicious wafting through the air. The scent of pancakes, my favorite breakfast, was unmistakable.
My stomach growled in response, and I couldn't help but follow that mouthwatering scent. With each step I took, it grew stronger, leading me to the kitchen. There, I found Pandora standing at the stove, gracefully flipping pancakes in a skillet. Her golden hair cascaded down her back and she wore one of my old t-shirts, which hung loosely on her, and it only added
