Chapter Sixty-Nine

“My heart. . .it doesn't bleed, but it hurts.”

-Lucan Trinigad.

SENTIMENTAL FOOL.

Even as I made my way up to my room in the palace, with Sophia next to me, I couldn't stop thinking about the breathtaking man known as Alexander Kuiper. I had heard little things about him before, but no one ever told me he was so handsome. He was the most handsome werewolf I had ever set my eyes on, and he made my heart beat in ways I had never felt before.

Sophia dragged me into my room, closing the door behind. I walked absentmindedly to my bed, plopping down on it as I filled my head with thoughts of Alexander's face. His every feature, like an art work, I wanted to appraise them with my eyes. His eyes, like a phantasmagoria of intensity, I wanted them to study them. His hair, like tendrils of silk, I wanted to run my hands through every single strand. I clutched my chest as I rolled face down against my bed, squealing like a Lycan cub given candy.

"Is everything alright with you?" Sophia voiced her