Chapter 38 He's Truly A Monster

• ~Elara POV~
• ​I stood at the stove, the aroma of savory stew filling the magnificent kitchen. The Alpha’s white shirt felt absurdly soft and heavy on my skin, smelling of sandalwood and lavender, a mixture of his unique scent. I didn't know why I was having these weird disturbing thoughts suddenly.
• “Will you cook?” His low voice echoed in my mind. It was a domestic, almost vulnerable request that was completely at odds with the savage man who had nearly killed me hours ago.