Alita.
I surveyed my surroundings curiously. The palace was bustling with activities, which seemed strange and new.
The curious part of me wanted to dig for some gossip, but again, I decided otherwise. More than some palace gossip, I needed to rest. My eyes could barely open from the accumulated sleep and fatigue. I just wanted my head to connect with my pillow.
'What about seeing Reagan?' Anya asked expectantly. ' As much as I would love to see his handsome face first, I won't go looking for him. That will be a very desperate move, my dear. We aren't that desperate, are we?' I countered, trying to talk some sense into my wolf. Well, I was also talking sense to myself.
The idea of seeing Reagan was very tempting, but I still had my dignity to preserve. I was not some hormonal teena
