Kane POV
So, the idea of coming home for lunch wasn't as bad as I thought. She had made lasagna. And had she kept some for thinking of me? I wish. But still, she offered to serve me, and that was enough to make my wolf settle a little.
I followed her into the kitchen, watching as she moved with that quiet confidence, her fingers deftly setting the plate and popping it into the microwave. I leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, trying to look cool when, in reality, my heart was thudding louder than it had any right to.
As I stood there, I couldn't help but send a silent thanks to the Moon Goddess. Truly, I owed her for touching Elena's heart and giving me this chance—giving us this chance.
Because, honestly, who would've thought?
Who would've imagined that the same mate who once looked at every escape route to get away from me was now here, warming up food, acting like it was the most natural thing in the world?