|| Lilac’s POV ||
I slowly sat up, the sheets pooling around my waist as I looked into Alaric’s eyes. My heart raced, my palms sweaty as I gathered the courage to ask the question that had been weighing on my mind. “Alaric, what are we?”
My voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but the words hung heavy in the air. My ears wanted to hear only one word mates. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t that simple.
Alaric sat up beside me, his eyes searching mine. For a moment, he didn’t speak, and the silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words. Then he reached out, his hand brushing against my cheek.
“We can be whatever you want us to be, princess,” he said, his voice warm and filled with affection.
But it wasn’t the answer I was looking for. My heart sank, the hope I had been cling
