Chapter 95: Sacred Gathering
(Charlotte's POV)
The night with Alexander kept replaying in my mind, making it impossible to focus on anything else. His electric blue eyes, the way his presence overwhelmed me, every touch, every word—it was all too vivid. And now, as I sat in his black Bentley while we sped toward Nathan Pierce's pack gathering, my cheeks burned again at just the memory.
I stared out the window, refusing to meet his gaze. The passing wolf territories blurred together, their silver-threaded borders telling stories of alliances and ancient packs. Cora whined softly in the back of my mind, still feeling the weight of our night together. I could almost hear her plea for approval, for reassurance.
"You’re surprisingly quiet," Alexander's voice broke the silence, calm yet
