𝘼 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜...
Zara Crones, a strong and ambitious Omega with a troubled past, suddenly finds that her own backyard is piling up with bodies. And to make matters worse, those six bodies have only belonged t...
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A drool-worthy aroma drifted to his nose as the sounds of strips sizzling in grease drifted to his ears. Glancing at the clock, Nate noted it was barely six in the morning.
He'd woken up an hour ago, checking his email in case the results from the flower had been sent to him. No such luck.
A thought had formed inside of his mind, taunting him in the darkness of the guest room. As he stared up at the ceiling, he wondered if those roses had been left just minutes prior to their arrival at each location.
If that was the case, it still left him with more questions. Questions, with too many possible answers. But one that continued to baffle him, and still couldn't wrap his mind around, was the lack of scent.
Surely there had to be some. And if they couldn't catch it, then the dogs—which had a higher sense of smell than they did—would've picked up something.
But yet, nothing. Not one single thing.
It was fucking aggravating.
"I thought I smelled bacon from my room."
Zara's silky voice was exactly what he needed. Like a dose of caffeine, it gave him the energy he needed to start the day.
"I woke up early and decided to make breakfast for you as a thank you for letting me stay at your place."
"You mean, forced to let you stay here."
"Tomato—"
"God, don't finish that sentence." A scrapping across the floor and the soft thud as her body met the wood confirmed that she had sat down on the bar stool. "It's too early in the morning for that crap."
Nate grinned, but withheld the chuckle that vibrated against his chest.
"I take it that you're not a morning person?" he asked, placing the strips of pork on a platter. Reaching for the eggs, he cracked them inside the still burning pan while reaching over to flip a pancake.
"Who the bloody hell is? That's the real question."
With a flick of his wrist, he turned off the stove and picked up two plates filled with food. A churning and a beep came from the coffee maker, and soon the bacon was replaced by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
"Here," he said, extending his arm out to her. The weight on his hand lifted, the heavy platter of food now gone from his grasp. He placed his in front of Zara.
Taking a step towards the coffee maker, Zara's voice broke the pleasant space between them.
"I heard you groan as if you were in pain last night. Are you alright?"
Heat licked its way up his neck, curling around his jaw before settling on the entirety of his face.
