Alessia.
" Would you forgive Caspian?" Clipped with mystery, my wolf's unsteady voice rang out, and I nearly scoffed.
Why would she even think about it? about that?
'Isara? You aren't hopelessly in love with the Crown Alpha Prince, are you? Well, snap out of it.' I advised, softly so, sounding all courageous and convincing, but deep down, heaven knew how hard it was for me to act unaffected.
'You aren't taking me seriously, are you?' She sounded dismayed as she asked, and I just shrugged. There was nothing to think about.
'Would you, Alessia?' Once again, she asked, and to be honest, I was unwilling to even think about it, because one, the absurdity of her hypothesis was alarming, and second? There was nothing to answer. Was there? Well, I was also afraid of the answer myself.
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