ALiCE POV
I woke up to the faint morning light filtering through the curtains, stretching luxuriously before I registered that the other side of the bed was cold. No Alex. Again. A huff escaped me as I blinked my eyes open fully, reaching over to check my phone, hoping for some clue as to where he’d gone off to.
There it was: a message from Alex, timestamped at some ungodly hour, no doubt sent right before he snuck off.
*"Got some s**t to do with my father and the king. Back later. Love you."*
I rolled my eyes. *Of course,* I muttered. *The king.* He’d been dominating our thoughts and time recently, all in the name of council matters and pack duties. It wasn’t that I didn’t understand—hell, I knew Alex’s responsibilities came first. But did it have to mean I’d be left craving an espres
