Jane
The enticing aroma of food wafted through the air, making my stomach growl loudly. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until the smell hit me.
After everything that happened yesterday—meeting Amber, learning about the fake Luna’s death—my body was finally catching up with my emotions.
I had barely slept last night, too excited and overwhelmed by the discovery that I wasn’t wolfless after all.
I followed the scent into the kitchen and found Vishal cooking. The sight made me stop in my tracks. He looked so handsome as he worked his culinary magic, his sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy from the steam.
There was something so peaceful about watching him cook, something that made my chest feel warm and tight.
I stood there, mesmerized by the sight before me. The way he moved with
