Chapter 92
Kane seems surprised by my soft words – intrigued but surprised. Once more, he glances over to eye me, seeming somewhat suspicious. However, he lets it go.
“Yeah…maybe he will,” Kane finally offers.
We continue the rest of the drive in our original silence, but now it seems lighter, calmer. In fact, Kane seems more at ease in general.
As we finally pull up to the pack house, we both slide out and make our way inside. Once we reach the foyer, we both prepare to go our separate ways.
I give him a nod, as if that will suffice as a goodbye. But Kane reaches for my arm, letting his warm fingers burn my skin as his gaze meets mine.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” he says, causing my breath to catch. Only, I don’t say anything in return, I don’t have the chance.
Kane lets go of my arm, turns, and walks away as if the whole interaction never happened. Meanwhile, I stay standing there, unsure what to do with his unexpected kindness.
I spent most the day in my room, getting a little more rest as Dr. Borsheim recommended. Once dinner time rolls around, though, my stomach begins to rumble and ache, causing me to finally drag myself out of my room.
I go to the dining hall, but find myself stopping right outside double doors. Beyond them, I can hear the others already gathered, talking and moving around loudly as they enjoy their dinner together. Meanwhile, I sigh, knowing that going inside will likely be anything but enjoyable.
Perhaps it’s silly, but I really don’t want to go in. Dealing with Bianca, her minions, and everyone else just sounds like a major headache. After everything I’ve been dealing with, I’d love to avoid it altogether.
But I’m also starving. If I don’t go in and grab something to eat then I might have to wait until the morning. I doubt I can slip into the kitchen itself to grab something – the cooks already disapprove of me enough.
I continue to stand outside the doors, chewing at my bottom lip as I contemplate what to do.
“Need some help?”
Swiftly, I turn at the sound of an approaching voice. I’m beyond relieved when I realize it’s Alexander, causing me to mirror the smile he wears.
“Just trying to work up the courage to go inside,” I admit, and Alexander seems to understand as he nods at me.
“If you’d prefer to skip the dining hall altogether,” he begins, “Then you’re free to come eat in my room with me. I prefer to eat in there as the dining hall can be a little too loud and busy for my taste.”
I laugh as Alexander wrinkles his nose, showing his disapproval. His offer sounds too sweet to pass up, so I give him a nod.
“That would be lovely,” I tell him. “Thank you.”
Alexander leads the way and I follow him to his room that seems to be located on the complete opposite side of the house from mine. As he lets me in, he asks the wolf at the door – who appears to be his travel companion rather than part of Kane’s circle to fetch us our dinner.
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Once Alexander and I are shut in his room, I glance around, noting the fine and elegant accommodations he has been provided. Despite how much crap Kane seems to give Alexander, the Alpha still proves he’s a good host.
“This reminds me of all the times we used to sneak off from my father’s parties,” Alexander says as our food arrives and he sets us up to eat at the small meeting table in the corner of his room. “We’d always find a place to stow away and fill up on desserts.”
“Usually under buffet carts,” I offer as I begin to eat. “I remember one time we were almost rolled down to the laundry room and locked inside.”
“Good thing you insisted that we hop out and make a run for it,” Alexander says. We both begin to laugh, clearly visualizing the memory together.
“Your mother’s parties were always the more eventful gatherings, though,” he continues, his voice growing sad as he mentions my mother. “She knew how to throw a party. I miss those days.”
“Yeah,” I say softly. “Me too.”
Those were the days when I felt oddly safe, untouchable. I saw so much possibility ahead. It’s crazy to think that Alexander and I spent so much time together back then, that we’ve known one another for so long.
As he knew my mother so deeply – as did his father. The Alpha King and my mother were practically best friends, or so it seemed.
That thought makes me pause as I consider the Alpha King’s relationship with my mother, of the things he may know that I might not.
“Alexander,” I begin, no longer concerned with my food or hunger. “I have a strange question…and if you don’t know anything then it’s okay. But…has your father ever mentioned anything about my mother having a will?”
