Chapter 23: Does He?
Kaya
A cold chill spreads through my veins, freezing me in place. I can’t tell which unsettles me more—the brutal reality that Damien, my alpha, abandoned me, or the fact that I am once again face-to-face with Magnus, standing far too close for comfort.
"I understand you’re surprised," Magnus says, his voice measured as he takes slow, deliberate steps toward my bed. "But there’s not much more to it. This is your new home now, and I am your new alpha. That’s it."
He stops abruptly at the edge of the bed, his body tensing for a brief moment before he takes a half-step back, almost as if he’s catching himself, remembering something. The movement is so subtle, yet unmistakable.
I frown, suddenly self-conscious. Did I do something wrong? Do I smell?
Considering everything I went through yesterday, it wouldn’t be surprising if I did, but Oliver certainly didn’t seem to mind sitting so close. So why is Magnus acting like he’s wary of being near me?
Before my irritation can fully form, it vanishes the moment his scent drifts toward me. A rich, earthy aroma—like the deep woods at dawn, laced with something darker, something undeniably masculine. It wraps around me like an invisible cloak, oddly comforting despite my better judgment.
How can someone so imposing, so utterly intimidating, smell so damn good?
I flinch at the traitorous thought, shaking it off as I force my gaze back to Magnus. He looks different today—sharper, neater. His thick black curls are pulled into a short bun at the nape of his neck, giving him a more controlled, disciplined look. His fitted black T-shirt and matching pants mold to his body, emphasizing every ridge of lean muscle.
I don’t realize I’m staring until his sharp amber eyes flick to mine, one dark brow arching in silent amusement.