Viktoria POV
I’m too exhilarated to fall asleep after what Marco said.
“Move into the Alpha house,” he said.
As what? His personal healer? The more I think of his request, the more my eyes grow brighter in the dark and I turn and toss.
The nerve of him standing there on my porch, obvious guilty on his face, entitled, asking me to move in with him—that’s what it is, I'm moving in with him.
Amazing.
It sounds ridiculous every time I think about it. How am I even supposed to explain that to my parents?
‘Hi Mom, hi Dad, remember my ex who dumped me for politics and power? Yeah, he wants me to move in with him. Oh it's purely professional, of course.’
I let out a dry laugh, but it quickly fades. There’s no logical reason for me to even consider it, and yet my heart refuses to full
