Chapter 59: Territorial Instinct
(Alexander’s POV)
The moment she stepped into the room, every fiber of my being tightened. Grace didn’t belong out there, surrounded by prying eyes and lurking predators. She belonged here, with me, in the space that still carried faint traces of her scent.
Her formal attire was understated compared to the others in tonight’s auction, but it struck me like lightning. The flowing fabric hugged her frame in ways that made my wolf stir with a possessiveness I barely kept in check.
“Alexander,” she started, her voice steady, but I could hear the exhaustion layered beneath it. The fire in her eyes hadn’t dimmed entirely, though it flickered faintly, much like the pulse of irritation skimming along the bond between us.
I crossed my arms, leaning casuall
