Hiding The Alpha’s Son: My Ex
But I don’t want to mistaken his anger into sadness.
He never loved me the way I loved him. I wish I could tell him that. His lips open to answer but a soft voice interrupted, breaking the tension like a crack in the silence. “Darius?”
I froze, my heart lurching in my chest as I recognized the voice. I turned, and there she was—Princess Celestria, the woman Darius had been bound to, standing a few feet away, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of sunlight. At her side was a little girl, holding her hand, a spitting image of Darius.