Chapter 97: Angry
(Alexander's POV)
Through the glass door separating me from the balcony, my eyes never left Charlotte and Gabriel. The moonlight cast a soft glow on them, but it did nothing to dilute the tension in the air. It was sharp, digging into me like claws—remnants of a severed mate bond stubbornly refusing to fade entirely.
I sipped the rare wolfsbane whiskey in my hand, the burn in my throat a dull distraction from the displeasure simmering just beneath my skin. Logan, my wolf, stirred restlessly. His possessive instincts flared as he recognized the faint spark in Charlotte's pheromones—something unresolved, reluctant.
It wasn't love. I knew that. But part of her wolf still reacted to Gabriel, oppressed by memories and ties that hadn’t fully dissolved.
Logan growled l
