Odessa POV

Once Maverick was gone, I had a very awkward conversation with my mother about how I was in a relationship with Alpha Maverick. By the end of our two-hour conversation, she was already planning our mating ceremony.

I was exhausted when I walked upstairs to my bedroom. It had been a long day.

“You smell like him,” a small, fragile voice said.

I turned and found Sienna standing in the doorway, her small frame framed by the dim light from the hall.

“What?” I asked.

Her nose and ...