Aurora’s POVThe next morning, I woke to the sounds of someone in the kitchen.I pushed open the door and saw Alaric busy at the stove.He was in a simple white t-shirt and black pants, stripped of his usual Alpha authority. He looked like an ordinary man."You're awake," he said, turning around, a flash of joy in his eyes. "I made breakfast."The table was set with perfect food: fresh bread, fried eggs, and blueberry scones, my old favorite."I'm not hungry.""Aurora, you have to eat something. Your wolf is still stabilizing. You're weak."I walked to the table, picked up a plate, and dumped all the food into the trash can.Alaric watched, a flicker of pain crossing his face, but he said nothing."I'll make something else.""Don't bother." I turned to leave."Aurora," he called out. "I know you hate me, but you can't hurt your own body.""What do you care about my body?" I looked at him coldly. "Don't you have Rowena? Go worry about her and your pup."His face went pale."It's over wi
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