Chapter 73: Domestic Intimacy
(Amelia's POV)
The steady sound of running water filled the small laundry sink in the Stone Pack house as Alexander stood by it, washing the ceremonial vases. His sleeves were rolled up, baring his strong forearms where faint traces of traditional pack symbols inked onto his skin showed in the soft light. Dressed in casual black pack attire, he looked every bit the commanding Alpha King, even while performing such a humble task.
I lingered at the door, hesitant to step inside. The scent of cedar and mint in the enclosed space seemed intensified now that it mixed with the faint floral hint of the vase he was working on. He focused intently on his work, every motion deliberate and precise. Watching him like this, I forgot momentarily about my task until th
