Seraphina POV

I felt like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in place as Alfred's piercing gaze bore into me.

Gone was the battered and bruised man I'd encountered in the bar. The Alpha King who stood before me now was a vision of raw power and unexpected elegance. Gone were the worn clothes I'd seen earlier; instead, he was dressed in a way that screamed haute couture – a crisp black shirt that clung to his broad frame and perfectly tailored trousers ...