Chapter 8: The Passion
(Charlotte's POV)
I woke up to the low hum of conversation drifting in and out of my consciousness. The faint herbal scent of wolf balm filled the air, alongside the sharper aroma of pine—Alexander's scent, strong and intoxicating.
My eyes fluttered open, only to find the shadowed form of the Alpha King stretched out on the adjacent treatment bed. His tall frame was far too large for the narrow surface, yet he seemed completely at ease in his slumber.
And his hand—large, warm, and so unapologetically dominant—was still wrapped around mine.
My heart skipped a beat, the sound of it pounding loud in my ears. Cora, my wolf, stirred restlessly beneath my skin, whining softly in approval. His presence was overwhelming even in sleep, the weight of his aura unconsc
