If I can't have him, you can't

**Emily’s POV**

The continuous knock on the door woke me up. Sitting up, my eyes wandered around the spacious room, and I realized I was still in Alexander’s room, on his bed…and I was wearing his clothes!

A blush crept up my face as I paddled noiselessly to the door and opened it to find a pretty maid with a tray of food held in her arms.

“Good morning, my lady.” She greeted with a slight bow of her head.

It felt strange. It felt strange that these people who used to acknowledge me as a slave just a while ago were suddenly according to me with so much respect perhaps because they feel Alexander and I were a thing.

Of course, we were a thing but he had not made an official announcement about it.

“Hello,” I answered, with a smile.

I opened the door a tad wider to allow her to come into the room. Instinctively, she took the cue and waltzed in.

“Alpha Alexander asked that your breakfast be served in bed, my lady,” she said, setting the pieces of fine china plates on the bedside table.

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