Chapter 8

Alpha Alexander handed me a clean set of pajamas before heading into the kitchen to make me some hot soup. I inhaled deeply, the soft fragrance of flowers and herbs lingering on the fabric. Watching him move around the kitchen, my feelings became clearer and clearer. I was sure of my heart now. Alexander brought a bowl of cheesy hot soup to the table. I took a spoonful but quickly pulled back. "It’s so hot," I exclaimed, sticking out my tongue and waving my hand in front of my face. Alexander, both amused and exasperated, couldn’t help but laugh. "What’s the rush? You can’t wait? Does it hurt that much?" "Yeah, it hurts a lot," I made a face, twisting and turning to cool my mouth. Alexander moved closer, as if wanting to blow on it and soothe me. As his lips drew nearer, I couldn’t help myself—impulsively, I kissed him. The soft sensation was enough to make the pain completely fade into the background. I kissed him like I would a lollipop,