ALEXANDER
When I pushed the doors open and stepped into the pack house at noon, I was exhausted from the my trip, and all I wanted was a moment of silence in my chambers before the rest of the day’s duties caught up with me.
But, of course, peace was rarely granted freely in this house.
I had barely made it halfway down the hall when Bella appeared...no, floated, as she always did, as though the hallway itself had bent to welcome her. She must have been watching from one of the windows, waiting, because she arrived too quickly for it to be coincidence.
“Alex,” she breathed, her voice sliding into that familiar tone...soft, drawn out, threaded with a deliberate sweetness that was meant to cling to my ears.
I stopped, though not because of her. It was habit more than anything. She tilt
