That was what confused me most about all of this.
Alexander could be so sweet and tender at times, treating me like I was his true love. The way he’d looked at me in the vault, the way his hands had lingered on my skin when he’d put the necklace on me… it had felt real. Genuine.
But then there were moments like that night when I’d asked about children, when he’d immediately fallen back on the contract like it was the most logical thing. Or the way he’d mentioned extending our contract when he’d marked me at the hospital.
I couldn’t figure out how he really felt about me. Did he care about me as his mate, or was I still just a convenient arrangement to him?
Sometimes I wished my mother were here. I wished I could ask her for advice.
Maybe if I’d had that kind of guidance
