Chapter 71: Hidden Talents
(Amelia's POV)
I sat in Alexander's chair, feeling the cool, faint pressure of the healing herbs still lingering on my forehead. His cedar and mint scent enveloped the space, comforting yet commanding. Across the desk, he was finishing cleaning his hands, his movements precise and efficient.
The art books on his shelf caught my attention again. The idea of this powerful Alpha King, sitting in some quiet classroom at the Werewolf Academy, sketching or studying wolf pack murals, was almost unbelievable. I glanced at him, my curiosity getting the better of me.
“Did you really take all the art electives?” I asked, pointing toward the neatly stacked books.
He paused, his green eyes flicking from my face to the books in question. After a moment’s thought, he
