Evelyn
After sending Emma back in and wishing her luck in her next game of Spackle against my mom, I walk slowly to Alexander’s room. Our room.
I don’t yet know how I feel about him offering for me to move back into my old room if I want to. I mean, I know I appreciate the offer. It makes me feel like I have more choice instead of further being imprisoned.
But I don’t know what I want. Despite my resistance in moving back in with him, I can’t deny that part of me likes being in his presence. Part of me is soothed by him, just like his wolf is soothed by me.
Admittedly, a big reason I didn’t want to move back in with him is because I felt forced to do it. I felt the pressure of accepting our bond. Everything he’s done recently has gotten rid of those feelings, so it’s not really a facto
