Wilmore was striving to shove down the ridiculous emotion that just boiled in his blood. He could like any girl, but not this one at all. That black Alpha blocked his way and he couldn't see the girl's face. Only her scent was the odor that made him recognize her. How could have he neglected and did not bother to follow the girl?
"No way! Your grace, how can you ignore her emotions."
Ryan interfered.
"Calm down, Ryan! It is fine. I want to know that too."
Luna noted.
The Prince got to his feet and approached her, knelt in front of the girl, and took out a vial. She was not lying, if she did then this potion would reveal it.
"As you drink this, the magic will show up."
He grasped her hand gently and for a moment he felt the pain in his heart. Shame and regret raided his head and heart. Was it magic? Probably, it was! That which caused all of this.
Luna held the vial, the liquid smelled horrible as he opened the cork.
"Drink all of it." He wished.
