Chapter 215
“So you and your father built this?” | 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 cup 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
If only that little boy knew what would happen to his parents.
“What happened?” | asked. “Why did you stop coming?”
“Alpha training got more intensive. Father said | needed to focus on my duties, not waste tplaying in the
woods.” Alexander shrugged, but | could hear the old disappointment in the way he said it. “I guess | just
outgrew it.”
| thought about my own childhood, how different it had been. “I never had anything like this. My father thought
playing in the woods wasn’t ladylike. Said future Lunas needed to focus on more refined
pursuits.”
“What did you do instead?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Snuck out to train with the warriors whenever | could.” | grinned at the memory. “My father was furious every
the caught me, but I didn’t care. | saw how free the warriors seemed, running through the forest every
morning, and | wanted to be just like them.”
Alexander's mouth lifted faintly. “I bet you learned quickly just how rigorous a warrior training schedule
really is.”
| nodded and snorted. “Yeah. They were extra hard ontoo-I think to try to deter me. But for sreason, |
kept showing up and demanding to participate.”
We fell quiet again after that, both lost in our own thoughts. The rain was still coming down even harder now. It
probably wouldn't stop for a long while longer.
“Do you think our kid will want a treehouse?” Alexander asked suddenly.
The question caughtoff guard. “Our kid?”
“Yeah. | mean, assuming they're interested in that sort of thing. Not all kids are.” Alexander was looking around
the treehouse again, but there was something different in his expression now. Something softer.”
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We could build them one. Somewhere safe where they could just be a kid for as long as they wanted.”
The idea madesit up straighter. “You'd really want to do that?”
“Why wouldn't 1?”
“I don’t know. | just...” | traced a pattern on the dusty floor with my finger. “I want to be better than my father
was, | want our child to have the childhood | never got. Freedom to explore, to make mistakes, to just be happy, |
didn’t know we'd be on the spage about that.”
To my surprise, Alexander reached over and took my hand. “Well, we are. And for what it’s worth, it sounds like
you're going to be a great mother, Ella.”
| looked up at him, surprised by the certainty in his words. “You're just saying that—"
“I'm not. | mean it.” His green eyes caught the flickering candlelight, like two tiny wildfires burning in a spring
forest. There was something else there, too, that had nothing to do with parental tenderness.
It was the sdesire I'd seen earlier. The sdesire I'd felt in myself, being mirrored back at me.
“Alexander...”
Suddenly, a lightning bolt flashed across the sky outside, followed a few moments later by a loud boom of
thunder that drowned out whatever Alexander said next. | jolted, instinctively moving toward him. Warm arms
encircledand drewcloser.
And then, suddenly, we were kissing again.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t tentative.
It was in twith each strike of lightning outside, and as we tumbled to the floor together, my hurt ankle was
completely forgotten.
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