Emily's POV
The scent of coffee and something sweet pulled me from the depths of sleep, warm and intoxicating. My body felt deliciously heavy, cocooned in the silk sheets of Julian's ridiculously oversized bed. My fingers curled into the plush fabric as I let out a soft hum, stretching lazily.
Then I smelled him.
That addictive mix of expensive cologne, spice, and sandalwood. I lazily patted the bed with my eyes closed, hoping to cuddle my mates but they were gone, the bed was empty.
I cracked one eye open and nearly choked on my breath.
Julian Blackthorne, the most cold and calculating Alpha, the untouchable, brooding bad boy was standing at the foot of the bed, shirtless, holding a tray of pancakes like some kind of devoted boyfriend.
"Rise and shine, little wolf," he murmured, a
