Aria’s POV
The first thing I noticed was how comfortable the bed felt.
Too comfortable.
Soft sheets, the kind that felt like they cost more than my entire wardrobe. And the scent—it was clean, crisp, and a little musky. Woodsy, almost. Like a forest just after rain.
Definitely not mine.
My brows knit together before I even opened my eyes. My room never smelled like this. It usually had the faint scent of old textbooks, worn-out laundry detergent.
This?
This smelled like trouble.
I blinked my eyes open slowly, and the ceiling above me came into view. Cool gray tones, smooth walls, clean lines. Everything about the room screamed modern and minimal. Sleek. Expensive.
And depressing.
Which meant—
I sat up quickly, the sheets sliding down my legs, and winced as the dull ache behind my eyes pulsed back to life.
Oh, Moon goddess.
The memory hit like a slap.
My mate. One of them. One of them?
I dropped my face into my hands, groaning. “No. Nope. Absolutely not.”
This wasn’t su
