Chapter 63

• Alpha Alexander’s POV
• I reclined on the bed, observing Vanessa's practiced movements around the room. Despite her attempt to drown out potential conversation with the tattoo gun's buzzing, I found amusement in her determination. I made no move to remove my shirt, knowing it would only add to her frustration. Instead, I remained still, watching her closely.
• The thought crossed my mind: had she ever seen me without a shirt? The smirk on my lips betrayed the playful idea. Maybe she had glimpsed me that day at the library, but it seemed she had forgotten about that encounter after a night of drinking. It was essential for her to see me in this dimly lit room.