CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

Rachelle's pov I've always loved the night, the silence and the darkness around me always gave me peace. It gave me time to heal from the day's pain and strength to go through the next day's hustle and torture—it was the time I had to heal. But this might have felt even more magical than any night I've sat and travailed through. Because I wasn't preparing to heal from the day's torture, I was ending the day with more bliss after so much fun and enjoyment, sitting on this empty rooftop terrace with my Alpha king. We talked through most of the night, sharing thoughts and visions, and fantasies. I've gotten to know him a little better and the more we talked, the more I fell more and more in love with him. He was deep, thoughtful, and attentive, especially during that time in the restaurant when I had basically no idea what food was planted on our table. It amused me how he gently took his time to narrate them to me and made me fall in love with the delicacies. And so I found myself le