[Third-Person’s POV]
Alexander needed to get his wife out of the palace and back to the serene privacy of their own home. Now.
Every step he took was accompanied by a vicious burning urge. An urge to claim his Luna right there and then.
Whether Evelyn was aware of it or not, Alexander found her lethalness to be downright alluring. Watching her tear down Caroline in front of all of those people—the King no less—was utterly intoxicating. Who would have thought that his adorably compassionate wife had the ability to reduce even the cruelest of people to speechless stammering?
Watching Caroline fumble over her own words, looking like a complete fool, and become as pale as a ghost was by far the most amusing thing he’d witnessed in a long time. And to think, it was his own Luna who made
