Nova’s POV
I carried the tray carefully, every step poised, every breath calculated. The silverware clinked gently against the porcelain as I walked down the quiet hallway. The scent of warm bread, honeyed tea, and the seared meats Alexander liked most wafted into the air.
I had watched the kitchen staff prepare it like hawks, correcting the garnish and sending back the tea twice until it was brewed perfectly.
Only the best for him.
And this morning… I’d bring it to him myself.
I stood in front of the Alpha’s chamber door, a rush of anticipation coiling low in my belly. My hands were steady, my smile rehearsed. I knew the kind of woman Alexander wanted… soft when needed, obedient in public, but strong and beautiful enough to be worthy of his attention.
I wasn’t going to be some pass
