Chapter twenty five: startling sips

**Aria’s POV:**

The same girls from a few days back waltz in to the room with a food tray, and I swear, the scent of bacon hits my nose, and suddenly, I'm a ravenous wolf with a growling stomach.

A blush decides to throw a party on my face.

“Good morning, Luna,” she smiles.

“Good morning,” I tell her, realizing I'm in a name-forgetting crisis. Did she even tell me her name in the first place?

“Something came up, so the alpha sent me to bring breakfast,” she says, placing the tray on the nightstand.

“Thank you,” I mutter, my smile mirroring back at her.

She scrutinizes my face, and I'm almost sure she's inspecting the aftermath of the mark Xander left on lip. She smiles, and I feel my face heat up like a microwave burrito.

I watch her every move, praying she's not Sherlock Holmes and won't notice the shift in my scent, indicating I might smell like a freshly mated wolf. It hasn’t been twenty-four hours, but I’m pretty sure I've gone through scent puberty in the meantime.

She flashes me