Vanessa’s POV
Fresh from my shower, enveloped in the lingering scent of Alpha Alexander, I wrap a fluffy white towel I discovered in one of the cabinets, seemingly untouched. Carrying my clothes, I return to the study, half-hoping it would be empty. Yet, to my surprise, Alpha Alexander stands there, next to his desk, a small black object in his hand swiftly concealed in the pocket of his sweatpants as he realizes my presence. Slowly turning, his face remains impassive, but his eyes roam up and down my form, eliciting an involuntary shiver.
Damn it, the intensity of his gaze stirs a multitude of emotions within me, fostering a moment heavy with unspoken tension and curiosity. I despise the power he holds over me, yet I'm helpless to resist it. Why couldn't it be the other way around? Why
