Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 188: Book 2 - Chapter 21

***The Healer***

I have to admit — I’m arrogant.

Arrogant as I am, I decided that we would make this trip swiftly to the new territory, and we would build the houses, and everything would be ready quickly. I couldn’t be more wrong.

However, that was far from what happened. I had to send Dana back to the central cave — or else she would end up dying from being away from Kyrie — and since she went with Letum and Nige, and I was *alone* with Prince, I gave myself a little bit of freedom to relax a little before starting to get the hard work done. Because I’m sure there will be no rest when they return.

Also, I can’t deny it. My body was craving a good rest. A well-deserved and comfortable rest right in my Prince’s arms. I must have been exhausted from the trip and the activity of the last days because sleep took me more swiftly than I’d been expecting.

When I woke up, Prince was already awake, sitting next to me, eating a red apple that I don’t remember picking up.

Did he go out alone without me while I was sleeping?

I squint my eyes to see my surroundings properly. From the amount of light outside the cave, it seems to be almost noon.

Spring has finally arrived; the temperature is warmer, and we don’t need to wear coats anymore. Thank Goddess.

I can feel Prince’s warmth next to me, almost calling me to snuggle closer to him even though I know my body is warmer than his.

I get up and sit next to him. He looks at me and smiles with his mouth closed while chewing on his apple. There’s no better way to wake up than being next to him. There’s no better sight than waking up and his smile being the first thing I see, greeting me like he is the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

I wanted to freeze this moment. Just the two of us.

Wait, *just the two of us*... I try to contain my smirk at my dirty thoughts. *Just the two of us.*

Goddess help me!

I rest my head on his broad shoulder and bite my lower lip. I should be preparing everything to get things done before they arrive, but no, I’m here snuggling up to him like I don’t have a problem in the world.

He tucks a strand of my hair that has fallen into my face behind my ear and places a soft kiss on the top of my head.

Fuck you, Prince! You’re not helping me, either!

I stand up abruptly, and he looks at me confused, stopping chewing his apple.

Now that I’m standing up, I look down at him to see him better; he’s wearing a black outfit that we use post shift. The pants were a little short on him, and the sweatshirt was too tight on his arms, but it was the biggest size we had in the pack.

I open a wide grin. I should thank Moon Goddess that no one in our pack is as tall as him. Even though he looks a little uncomfortable in his tight clothes, the sight of the defined muscles in his arms is too good for me to feel sorry.

His wavy brown hair is loose, some strands falling back when he lifts his chin to look at me.

The way he looks at me... His deep ocean blue eyes seem to look at me with so much kindness. So precious.

For a moment, I zone out while I think about how he got into my life. As mysterious as the way I easily became attached to him.

I snap out of my trance when he stands up. Goddess, I’m tall, but he... He’s so tall that I have to lift my head to look at him.

He looks so noble and majestic! I couldn’t have found a better nickname for him than Prince.

Goddess! I entered the trance again, just staring at him. I turn around and start putting on my shoes.

Ugh. *Wake up, Alexa. He is not your fated mate.*

With a lump in my throat, because this truth is difficult to swallow, I tell him, “Come on, we have a lot to do!”

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*I miss you so much, Sandy...*

I think as I run my hand over the ground where she was buried. My back is leaning against the small tree that Dana’s great-aunt said was the wishing tree.

The tree is a little smaller than my height, but the trunk is very wide.

Seeming to sense the sadness in me, Prince sits across from me, and he looks at where I’m running my hand and then at my eyes.

I try to hold back my tears.

I close my eyes so I don’t see his eyes worried about me, but I feel his big hand touch my thigh as if reassuring me that he is here with me.

*I’m sorry, Sandy. I should have listened to you. And now you’re underground, and everything is my fault!*

I lower my head and continue silently talking to her by thought because it is too painful to speak out loud.

*I wish I had come sooner, but... but I’m a coward! I couldn’t bear the pain of losing you and visiting where you were buried. I’m so sorry!*

A tear falls from my closed eye, and I feel Prince’s hand wiping it away.

I open my eyes, and he’s looking at me sadder than before, like he’s been trying to communicate but doesn’t know how. I feel his agony, and I wonder if that’s because I’m an Alpha.

I stop crying because just seeing his eyebrows confused and sad is too much for me.

His hand leaves my face, and I immediately miss his touch.

He looks around, runs his hand over his head as if it hurts, and then looks at me. I feel like he’s in pain. I wipe my hand on my shirt and then bring my hand up to his face.

I try to heal him, but I don’t feel anything in need of healing. But I do feel him relaxing with the touch of my hand in the same way I calmed down with his.

“Do you feel good with my hand here too, Prince?”

He gives a slight nod. I keep my hand still on his face and smile at his response. For the last few days, I’ve been trying to teach him what *Yes* and *No* mean.

He had difficulty understanding it at first, so I did some things to make him understand the meaning. He finally understood what *Yes* meant when I asked him if he wanted a kiss on the forehead, and I nodded exaggeratedly to let him understand and then planted a kiss on his forehead.

Then I tested it with other things, and when I saw that he could understand this basic command, I taught him what *No* means. This was easier for him to learn because I denied everything I had given him that he liked, and he quickly understood the meaning of *No*.

I can’t deny that my Alpha aura helped a lot in the process.

Just like my constant desire to kiss him.

‘You’re just creating an excuse to kiss him,’ Tyra teases me, and I pretend she doesn’t exist.

Prince looks at my lips, and I feel a little delighted because the way he looks at me is so deep, so penetrating, that I feel like if I look into his eyes for too long, I’ll never be able to recover.

With or without a fated mate.

“I wish you were chatty, Prince. I’d love to hear your voice. I bet your voice is so soft like you are,” I say as I remove my hand from his face and rest my back on the tree.

“Let’s try some more questions today, okay?” I ask, and he tilts his head to the side, confused. He’s so cute when he does that, he looks so innocent.

“Are you feeling good or bad today?” I exaggerate my smile so he understands what it means, “Good,” I repeat, then I exaggerate a crying face, “or bad?”

When he doesn’t respond at all, before I repeat the question, I wonder why I’m so patient with him. If it were anyone else, I would have lost my patience by now! Well, to begin with, I don’t even know if I have patience with anyone, for Goddess’ sake!

“Are you feeling good or—”

He interrupts me by nodding his head with a small, adorable smile.

“That’s it! Prince!” I say happily, I’m still shocked! I’m not believing at all that I’m talking to him.

“I would like so fucking much to know more about you!” I say thoughtfully, more to myself than to him. “Okay, let’s try this, me,” I point to myself towards my chest with my hand, “Alexa! A-lex-a!” I repeat, but he doesn’t seem to understand.

I think I went too far with this question. He still has a lot to learn.

He looks at me confused, and I feel how much agony he has in his eyes, like he is trying to communicate, but nothing comes out.

I sigh loudly. Why am I trying so hard? When I find my fated mate, I will definitely have to stay away from Prince.

Maybe it’s better this way. However, I can’t help but feel like I will never forget the time we are spending together.

That’s why I decided to ignore this pang in my heart, “It doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that until I find my fated mate, you will stay with me, right?” I smile, and he nods, smiling. I’m sure he didn’t understand anything I asked, but my stubborn heart still believes in his answer.

He stares at the pink hair tie that I found in his pocket at the tip of my braid, and then his smile fades a little.

To try to get his smile and attention back, I repeat the question, “Alexa!” I point to myself again.

He gently touches the hair tie, a little below where I pointed.

I sigh and repeat, “Alexa! Please talk to me, Prince! Tell me your name, say something! Anything! Just talk!” I beg.

His brow remains furrowed, still paying attention to the pink hair tie instead of me.

I feel slightly annoyed by his lack of attention towards me.

And I find myself unable to contain the question bubbling up inside me, yearning to be asked since I saw him for the first time.

“Who is Alexa’s good prince?”

Still holding the tip of my braid, he looks into my eyes; even though his eyes seem confused, he utters a single word, yet it carries a deep, masculine charm that exudes an air of refinement and grace.

“Nox.”