Alexander:
The moment I stepped into the greenhouse, the scent of herbs hit me first, mint, rosemary, fresh earth. The second thing that hit me?
Her laughter.
Soft.
Warm.
Completely out of place in a space that usually echoed with silence and discipline.
I paused in the doorway.
Marcel stood beside her, leaning on a shelf as she arranged glass vials. Headmistress Sienna supervised from the corner, pretending to check her notes but very clearly watching Alessia with something approaching approval.
The sight was… irritating.
Not the way Marcel helped her.
Not the way Sienna nodded when she labeled something correctly.
It was her.
Smiling.
She even looked content being here.
My wolf perked up immediately.
Mate likes it here. Mate is comfortable. It is good. She is not going to
