Chapter 62 In The Garden Of Cold And Ice

• The Alpha King’s question puts a strain on me. A question that I know the answer to, but can never have the courage to give it as the answer.
• “You know. As your Alpha King.” He smiles casually as he caresses a frosty red rose in the middle of the table. “Don't you love me as an Alpha King?”
• “Oh!” My shoulders relaxed. “Of course, I do!” I exhaled as I stabbed a fruit with my fork one last time before standing up. “So...the royal garden, you say?” I nervously chuckled and straightened the skirt of my dress, even if it’s unrumpled and made of silk.