“Prepare to move out!” Marcel’s voice rings from the direction of the Royal Guard.
Alexander is still staring at me, his expression shifting from surprise to fear to reverence. Footsteps approach us, and Marcel’s voice calls out more softly. “Alpha?”
I’m about to flag him down, but Alexander reaches for me, pulling me closer by the back of my neck.
“I’m in so much pain,” he whispers in my ear, “and I have to use every ounce of my energy to appear strong in front of any rebels coming back to the palace with us, but please know that I have never been happier in my life. Which is saying something because I didn’t think anything would make me happier than finally finding you.”
I pull away to look at my mate. His eyes swim with emotion, and mine catches in my throat.
“Am I interrupting?”
