Chapter 93: Morning Claims
(Alexander's POV)
Charlotte’s blush deepened, her fair cheeks blooming with soft pink as she lay in my arms. My teasing words had undoubtedly struck their mark. She was so easy to read, her reactions like glass—transparent, honest, and utterly endearing.
Her delicate fingers reached up, tentatively brushing against my face. The touch was feather-light, but it sent warmth radiating through me. Her turquoise eyes, wide with lingering sleep and shyness, locked onto mine. "You have duties to attend to," she murmured, her voice quiet but steady. "The pack needs you."
I chuckled lowly, my grip on her tightening just slightly. Her concern was genuine, her words carrying that unyielding kindness that defined her. "You speak as if I don’t know my responsibilities,
