Chapter 43: Growing Trust
(Amelia's POV)
Alexander's deep green eyes held mine, so calm and steady that I felt momentarily anchored in his presence. Only inches separated us, and I couldn't ignore the cedar and mint scent that swirled around him, sparking a sense of comfort and safety. My wolf, Cora, let out a soft purr of satisfaction.
I swallowed hard, my eyes inadvertently drawn to the unbuttoned collar of his shirt. Just below it lay the edge of the claiming bite I had given him on that chaotic, drunken night. The sight sent my cheeks into a fiery flush as memories I wasn’t entirely ready to confront flooded my mind. Every sensation, every emotion from that night surfaced vividly.
"If you're this red already, little healer," Alexander’s voice had a teasing lilt, pulling me out
