Alexander's POV

She no longer resists me. When she wakes, my heart clenches with a mixture of hope and dread—would she flinch away, push back, refuse me again? Would I have to seize her, restrain her, repeat the violence of control just to keep her near? But as the moments stretch, it becomes clear. She yields with a softness that shatters every barrier I expected her to raise.

My aura—the quiet pulse of power that radiates from me—works too well on a human. ...