Chapter 100: Bitter Claims
(Gabriel's POV)
The intimate air of Alexander's private den wrapped around me as soon as I stepped inside again. It was oppressive, more so because of the lingering trace of pheromones that didn’t belong to me. It was his scent—pine and winter—mixed faintly with hers.
Charlotte.
And there she was, standing near the curved counter, her blonde hair tied back in a way that exposed the length of her slender neck. Her soft, silver lounge clothes clung to her in a way that sent a pang straight through both my chest and my wolf. Once, everything about her wolf—her graceful form, her gentle submission—had been meant for me.
Now, she stood there, her lips slightly parted and her turquoise eyes wide with lingering traces of flustered affection. But it wasn’t for
