Chapter 368

Valeria’s POV

“Alpha, this is your lunch,” I said softly as I placed the tray of food on the wide wooden table in his study.

The smell of roasted meat and herbs filled the room, mixing with the faint scent of parchment and ink. I turned to leave immediately, as I always did. Being in the same room with him for too long was never safe emotionally or otherwise.

His hand shot out and caught my wrist.