CAELIN POV
Everything smelled like Martha.
Not in the way her skin smelled, because that was hers, pure and warm and sharp underneath the perfume of human soaps and coffee and stubbornness.
But close.
Close enough to make my body go still under the hot spray.
Lavender.
Vanilla.
Something citrus.
Her shampoo sat on the little shelf beside the shower gel, innocent and deadly for my freaking sanity.
I stared at the bottles like they were enemy weapons.
“Don’t,” I told myself.
My hand reached for them.
“Caelin.”
I used the shampoo.
Of course I f*****g used the shampoo.
I was weak.
I was an i***t.
I was a freaking alpha who had spent a week sleeping at the foot of his mate’s bed in wolf form while she talked in her sleep and stole blankets, let her call him Fluffy, and now I wa
