#Chapter 80: Too Late

Alexander I’d been avoiding Ella for three days, and it was slowly driving me insane. Every morning, I left the house before she woke up. Every evening, I made sure to only return after I was absolutely certain she had already gone to bed. During the day, I buried myself in pack business, trade negotiations, campaign documents—hell, I would even just drive around for hours. Anything to keep my mind off the conversation we’d had about children and the look of hurt that had flashed across her face when I had coldly mentioned the contract. But no matter how busy I kept myself, my thoughts always, always circled back to her. I kept thinking about the way she’d felt beneath me that night, warm and responsive and utterly perfect. I thought about the soft sounds she’d made when I touched her, the way she’d offered her throat to me at the very end. And then I thought about the question she’d asked about having children, and the hope I’d seen in her e