Marked As Theirs
Chapter 46
Aaron's POV
I moaned as I bit into my red velvet cheesecake, swinging my legs slowly. The cake melted in my mouth, giving way to a rich, creamy, dangerous taste. It was the kind of flavour that made you pause and respect yourself.
I sat at my usual spot beside the courtyard fountain. Break time peace. No one calling my name, no one annoying me with questions or their scent or their—
I blinked and swallowed.
Why the hell was I thinking about scents now?
I wiped my fingers on a napkin and stood, tossing the plastic container into the bin. A soda would go nicely with that slice. One with ice. Maybe lime.
I started toward the cafeteria building, my headphones dangling from my shirt collar, when I paused.
Okay. More like, froze.
Adnam Sergio.
Alpha of Alde
