Chapter 23

Georgory's Pov

I sat at the dining table, half-listening to my mother as she rambled on about yesterday’s events.

Something about pack affairs, but honestly, my brain had already checked out.

I wasn’t even sure if I had responded to anything she said in the last five minutes.

Then I looked up, and there she was—Emma—coming down the stairs wearing my clothes.

I nearly choked on my coffee.

There she was, draped in my oversized white polo like it was some kind of fancy dress, and those jeans—how on earth did she even manage to get into those?

They were at least three sizes too big, yet somehow, she made it work. And why in the world did she look so damn good?

I blinked, then blinked again, hoping that maybe I was hallucinating from lack of sleep.

Nope, still there. And still... absolutely stunning.

My mind went blank. I couldn’t stop staring, completely bewitched, like she had cast some sort of spell on me.

My mom could have been reciting the entire history of th