“We might as well make it convincing,” he said, cutting off a small corner of the cake.
I nodded and picked up my own fork. “For the pack.”
“For the pack,” he echoed, and for just a moment, as our eyes met over the chocolate cake, I felt that faint tug in my chest that was our mate bond. My heart rate spiked, and suddenly the space between us seemed to shrink.
It wasn’t real, I reminded myself. None of this was real. It was just an act to save face, to maintain our image, to secure Alexander’s chance at becoming Alpha King.
But as I took a bite of the cake, watching Alexander do the same, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if it was.
…
Liam
The pictures on Liam’s phone screen felt like a mockery.
Ella was feeding Alexander a bite of food. Alexande
