His eyebrows furrowed and his expression looked like, he is trying to read me.
I have no idea, but every damn time his stare lingers at me I feel very new and different kinds of sensations I have never experienced.
"I hate your Family" his voice was stern.
His father Emerson Lycurgus wanted Alexander to build back the heavily strained relationships between the human territory and the wolves and it's not just Alexander's duty as a son but also the responsibility of the throne, he needs to fulfill being the next in line to ascend the throne.
Alexander's breath hitched in his throat hearing a yell.
"Ohhh Godd…. Noo…"
Hearing a cry, Alexander got alert within seconds.
He felt something off, trying to decode where the cry came from Alexander walked in the way trying to find what it is and his nose hit the aromatic fragrance of lavender and intensive oriental cinnamon.
