He Called Me Just a Bodyguard, Not His Mate So I Left the City to Save Myself

#Yaoi #lgbtq #BL I never thought I'd smell Ethan's scent again—that sharp, intoxicating blend of pine and something uniquely Alpha that used to drive my Omega instincts absolutely wild. But here he stands in Murphy's Coffee House, like the past three years never happened. His piercing green eyes lock onto mine across the morning rush, and suddenly every scar I thought had healed feels raw again. "You left without a word, Ryan," he says, sliding into the booth with that familiar, predatory smile. "Just a note saying you were done."