#Chapter 189: Sparks Fly

Ella’s POV As soon as the words left my lips and I saw the look of shock and hurt in my friend’s eyes, I regretted them. Goddess, what had I just done? What had I just allowed my wolf to make me do? What I had almost done to Anya’s dress? “Stella, you… You love him?” Anya whispered, clasping her hand to her chest. “Are you talking about—” “Liam,” I blurted out, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I was talking about Liam. I’m just upset about his illness and it’s been getting to me. I love him so much and I don’t want him to die. Anya’s face crumpled. “Oh, Stella. I’m so sorry—I didn’t realize you two were that close.” Technically, it wasn’t a lie. Not completely. Of course I loved Liam and his illness was constantly burning at my heart like acid, but it wasn’t really him who I had been referring to when I’d said those words. It was Alexander. My Alexander. The man who I had only had the chance to love briefly before fate tore us