Brittany's POV

Alexander’s eyes flashed golden, his wolf surging to the surface. He didn’t speak—just stared, the air between us crackling.

I slid off the workbench, legs shaky, and pressed my palms to his chest. His heart thundered beneath the leather apron.

He lifted me again, carrying me out of the workshop like I weighed nothing. The hallway blurred—his lips on my neck, my fingers in his hair—until we collapsed onto the bed, fully clothed, laughing ...