Chapter 30-Amara

When I wake up the following day, the bed feels empty, and Roman's scent is faint. I groggily open my eyes and confirm he is indeed not in bed with me. I'm momentarily confused before the smell of bacon reaches my nostrils. I sit up in disbelief; there is no way the big bad Alpha is cooking me breakfast. I throw one of his shirts on and walk downstairs.

My eyes widen at the sight before me. Roman is standing shirtless at the stove; a dish towel is thrown over his shoulder, a pile of pancakes and bacon is next to him, Red Hot Chili Peppers is playing on the speaker, and he's singing along. I admire the sight; how long did the Goddess have to spend sculpting this man to perfection for me?

"You know you're supposed to have a shirt on when you cook, right?" I tease him as I walk up to him and wrap my arms around him

"Good morning to you too, and that rule is for humans who cry over a little tiny grease splatter burning them," he says, leaning down and kissing me.

"Well, you're not a