Chapter 67. The Felix Winster Foundation

Natalia stood frozen, her hand still suspended in mid-air as Alexander’s presence filled the boutique. His eyes were cold steel, locked on her like a predator assessing prey.

“My card,” he said, his voice deceptively calm.

She dropped the card onto the counter as if it had burned her, forcing a brittle laugh. “Alex, darling, I was just having a little fun with your... guest.”

“Apologize to my mate. Now.”

The command in his voice was unmistakable - pure Alpha authority that made even me shiver slightly. Natalia’s face paled beneath her perfect makeup.

“I’m... sorry,” she muttered, the words dripping with insincerity.

I lifted my chin, meeting her gaze directly. “Your apology is as genuine as your highlights, but