Chapter 12

Elara’s POV

Kieran’s room was very different from mine—or should I say, the one he gave me. It was much warmer here. A big fireplace crackled in the center of the room, filling the space with a comforting heat. His scent was everywhere—that rich mix of amber and wood.

The room was huge, easily three times the size of mine, but befitting of an alpha. Soft, dark fabrics draped the walls, thick and luxurious. There were leather chairs by the fireplace, a massive desk, and bookshelves lined with old, worn books.

Everything was dark, clean, and expensive. No clutter, just perfect. The lighting was soft, golden, like it knew exactly how to set the mood. The bed was huge, made up with dark sheets, and… a spot next to him on the bed was open… like it had always been mine.

“Do you want to shower? Or did you do that already?” Kieran asked, his voice pulling me from the moment.

“I showered already,” I replied through the link.

“Okay, but I don’t think