“So you and your father built this?” I asked after a little bit when it seemed as though the rain had no intention of letting up.
Alexander nodded as he fumbled to light one of the candles I’d picked up. It actually managed to light after a few tries, and cast the small space in a warm golden glow.
“Every weekend for about two months. He said every boy needed a secret hideout.” He ran his hand along one of the support beams. “I used to come up here all the time. Read books, play with my toys.”
It was hard to picture the cold and stern Alpha King playing in a treehouse as a little boy, but the thought made me smile. Alexander, young and carefree and without the weight of a dark future ahead of him.
If only that little boy knew what would happen to his parents.
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