Chapter 88: Special Delivery
(Charlotte's POV)
The soft rustle of footsteps in the den broke through my dreams. I stirred, my senses sluggish until the familiar, overwhelming scent of pine and winter filled the space. My heart skipped as I instinctively tilted my head, catching the faintest traces of something sharper woven into Alexander's scent. Blood? My sleepy haze evaporated instantly.
The moonlight spilling through the wide windows outlined his tall, commanding frame as he moved into the room. His powerful presence was unmistakable, and as he approached me, I could see the tight set of his jaw. His shirt clung to him, wrinkled in spots, and traces of a fight seemed evident in his posture.
“You’re back,” I whispered, my voice still thick with sleep. But beneath my words lay qu
