Aria's pov
My body froze as Damien wrapped his arms around me from behind, his lips softly grazing the freshly washed skin of my neck.
He inhaled deeply, almost desperately drinking in my natural scent as if it were some rare elixir he couldn't get enough of.
"Alpha Damien," I said coldly, gently pushing his head away. "I have a thing about personal hygiene. Don't you think you should wash up first?"
Damien looked stunned by my rejection, leaning against the doorframe as I gracefully walked toward the living room, putting distance between us.
His eyes followed me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
"Alpha Damien, what brings you here? Would you like to join Miss Aria for breakfast?" Cassie entered carrying a tray of food, her eyes widening with surprise at find
