Alexander:
The moment Serena stepped into my room, I smiled without meaning to.
Helena had clearly taken my request seriously, and I could tell that her hands had been busy, and the result suited her. Her brown hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, her face was lightly made up so her eyes stood out, and the dress fit her in all the right places without showing too much.
She closed the door and met my gaze without bowing or even bothering to lower her eyes. No one else entered my room like that. Most of the women knew the choreography: a small bow, a careful step forward, the practiced deference Helena had taught them. Serena treated those rules like suggestions. And I had to admit that I preferred her this way.
My wolf stirred the instant her scent reached me. Mate…
I leaned
