Alexander:
I heard Serena before I saw her, not because she made a sound that carried, but because my wolf had become annoyingly attuned to every time she crossed the threshold of my rooms. The moment her scent slipped under the door, he stirred beneath my skin—alert, impatient, insistent.
Mate, he whispered, and I told him to be quiet.
I poured a glass of wine and kept my back deliberately turned to the table behind me. The servants had set it with the same careful, unobtrusive hands that had arranged everything in my private rooms: two place settings, simple but good food, a bottle of wine chilled to the right temperature. I had asked for nothing extravagant. I wanted a meal, not a ceremony.
The door was knocked, and I found myself smiling. “Come in.”
The door opened and she stepped
