Scarlett POV
I didn’t know what my ex was plotting behind my back.
I only knew that for three straight days, unmarked bouquets kept showing up at the front desk of my building.
My wolf didn’t like it.
She paced under my skin the second the first delivery arrived, low and restless, ears pricked. Something about the flowers smelled wrong- too sweet, almost cloying, like someone had tried to bury a sharper note underneath the roses.
I couldn’t place it, but every time the scent hit me, I felt my claws itch beneath my nail beds.
Who the hell had that kind of free time?
And why stay anonymous?
By the third day, I had developed a system.
When the delivery guy called up, I told him to leave the flowers at the concierge desk and asked the night staff to toss them.
I never touched the
