Chapter 66: Submission isn’t weakness
(Charlotte's POV)
I stared at the breakfast tray, double-checking every detail before picking it up. The warm aroma of barky waffles, seared venison strips, and wild berry conserve filled the room, but I could hardly feel pride in my work.
This wasn’t about me. It was about him — Alexander, the Alpha King, the one whose mere presence could make even seasoned warriors falter. For some reason, in the quiet of his den, I felt the urge to offer whatever comfort I could, no matter how small.
I laid out the clothes I’d chosen to send with the breakfast: his usual formal pack attire — deep charcoal and silver, sharp and neat. The outfit matched what I knew of him — controlled, powerful, and untouchable.
Yet I hesitated, my fingers brushing over the
