ALLEN’S POV
The last thing I had expected was to return from a war to a nagging wife. This wasn’t the Maya I knew. What could have possibly gone wrong and within such a short period of time? And what was she saying about a familiar scent? Last night, I had slept in the guest bed room. In hopes that it would help calm her nerves and that the next morning, she would be in a much better frame of mind.
I walked into the dining hall, expecting a peaceful morning with my mate. But as soon as I saw Maya's face, I instantly knew that absolutely nothing had changed since the previous day. Her eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched, and her posture radiated hostility.
"Good morning,"
I said, trying to sound cheerful.
“Hmm”
I was met with a reluctant grunt. I took my seat opposite her as usual, sens
