Ella’s POV
Over the days that followed, our strange, secret dance continued like a routine of hidden trysts and forbidden nights together.
I found myself settling into the routine more than I expected. In fact, I even looked forward to our little trysts, our stolen moments of happiness amidst all of the bleak expectations.
Whenever Alexander and I had a moment alone, our hands and lips wandered each other like we were trying to memorize the maps of one another’s flesh. Stolen moments in closets, against the wall, bent over the bathroom sink while the shower ran, even right there on his desk in between Alpha King meetings—we took every chance to feel each other, to share the passion we had missed so much over the past months.
Despite everything, despite the fear of the curse and the unk
