Claire POV
“Princess,” a servant said, appearing at my elbow as I lingered over breakfast one weekend morning.
I didn’t often get a chance to sit and relax over a meal lately. Mostly I just grabbed a quick sandwich and ate it while I was on my way from one place to another.
Relaxing with a second mug of tea while I read the newspaper felt impossibly indulgent. I was making sure I enjoyed every second.
“Yes?” I said, lowering the newspaper.
“Alpha Gavin is here to see you. Shall I show him in?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, please do.”
The Alpha was becoming a regular visitor to my home.
His blatant admission in The Star interview that he intended to court me had been upsetting, but despite my best efforts I simply couldn’t stay mad at him for long.
When I confronted him about
