Evelyn
The farther away we get from the Prospective Lunas, the more ridiculous I feel in Alexander’s arms as he carries me toward his palace.
“I didn’t hurt myself,” I tell him. “I can walk on my own.”
Twigs and leaves crunch under Alexander’s boots as he replies, “You really want to walk back barefoot?”
I look away in embarrassment. He has a point. Not only am I barefoot, but I’m also in nothing but my corset, which the various members of staff we pass do not need to see.
It occurs to me then that I’m in my corset in Alexander’s arms. Other than his cloak wrapped around me, I’m practically naked.
My wolf moans in want. I can feel the mate bond calling me closer to him.
We enter the King’s Palace, and he brings me to my room. My heart is beating quickly, a weight settling betwee
