R O S A L I E
We boarded Axel’s customized private jet a few hours before dawn. The interior was all plush cream leather and dark wood with a bedroom and a small lounge area. It was more luxurious than any hotel I had ever stayed in.
Axel handed me a glass of champagne as we settled into our seats. "To us," He said, clinking his glass against mine.
"To us," I repeated, my heart swelling with happiness.
We flew for hours, talking and laughing like we were the only two people in the world. He told me stories about his childhood, about his adventures as a young Alpha. I told him about my dreams, about the person I wanted to be.
"You know you don’t have to keep working at the hospital now that you’re a queen, right?" He said, a small frown on his face.
"I know," I said, taking a sip of m
