Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 189: Book 2 - Chapter 22

I couldn’t be more wrong about his voice.

There’s absolutely nothing soft about it.

Prince has finally broken his silence since I met him!

Oh my fucking Goddess!

*Nox!*

Tyra and I say repeat his name at the same time.

His name feels like a balm in my soul.

I don’t know if it’s my desperation speaking louder because I’ve wanted to know more about him — anything about him — for so long, but his name sounds so good, so *right*!

I repeat his name again and again with a huge smile on my face, “Nox!”

He lets go of my hair and places his hand on his head as if it hurts, “Nox! What happened?”

His name flows naturally in my mouth as if I had already said it a million times before.

“Talk to me, Nox, please,” I whisper to myself, yet I know that just one word he said was enough to leave him in this state. I don’t want to pull him any further.

His face looks like so much in pain, and I don’t have a second thought before throwing myself at him, hugging his neck with my arms and straddling him, “Prince, I’m here!” I say softly.

The sun is already setting, sunset is close, and we need to go back to the cave.

He takes a few seconds but hugs me back tightly as if he is trying to calm me down. Just like me.

I melt into his embrace, “Nox!” I repeat softly, close to his ear. He pulls his head back, our noses playfully brushing each other.

Aching to kiss him, to stay closer than I should, I run my tongue over the seam of his soft lips until they parted, and then I kiss him slowly and sensually.

My lips meet him hard, still remembering and repeating his powerful voice in my mind. How could a voice have this effect on me?

His arms encircling me tighten even more, and he meets my motions with a ferocity of his own.

His lips sliding over mine give another meaning to the word sparks.

I find myself pulling him tight to me as my back arches with desire.

And he’s taken control. He is barely letting me get a breath in as he explores my mouth with his hot, greedy tongue.

How can I let him go?

Why is he not my fated mate?!

I notice his cock growing large and rigid between my legs. I rock my hips as he deepens the kiss.

When he allows me to breathe, my lips part, and I moan. He pulls me further against his body, invading my mouth immediately once again as if my moans had awakened more lust in him.

I pull back and climb out of his lap, panting.

Those magnificent eyes search mine with such lust...

Being like this with him is torture for me and for him!

What should I do?

I turn my gaze and start heading towards the cave without looking back. It doesn’t take long, and he follows me by my side.

He tries to hold my hand, so I cross my arms to avoid it, but he stubbornly uncrosses my arms and holds my hand as we walk.

Even though my mind is in freaking turmoil, my body immediately calms down just by touching him.

How am I supposed to stay away from him and wait for my fated mate if the opposite has been so gratifying?

🐺 🐺 🐺

“Good job! The bonfire is perfect!” I praise Nox. He was the one who lit the fire today; after helping me several times before, I let him do it alone this time.

I see him doing everything with grace and precision instead of abruptly, as I do. He skewers the fish and puts it the way I told him to roast it.

Meanwhile, I try to keep my attention on what I’m doing. After we left the place where the wishing tree was, I quickly went back there and collected some sticks that had fallen from the tree itself and from the surrounding trees.

I’m not as good at carving or sculpting as Letum, I don’t know how to make bracelets as beautiful as his, but I’m giving it my all, I’m putting forth my utmost effort to achieve the best result I can.

I start to contort the available materials, and I get irritated when some start to break and don’t look the way I want.

I sigh and look at Nox, and then I start the process again, this time with less brute force.

The smell of roasted fish starts to invade my nostrils, “Wow, it smells delicious!”

He tries to remove the skewer from near the fire, but he takes his hand away abruptly and lets out a grunt of pain.

I get up immediately and go to him, “Let me see,” I hold his hand in mine. The burn looks much worse than I imagined.

I start to heal him, and as the burn blisters disappear, his hand relaxes in mine. “There you go,” I say and smile at him.

He sports a smudge of ash on his left cheek. I give him a small grin and use my fingertips to clean it off.

When I release his face, he hugs me tight, placing his cheek on my head. “Is that your way of saying *thank you*?” I say in a muffled voice because my face is against his muscular chest.

Although his clothes aren’t dirty, he smells like smoke.

I don’t mind. That’s good. That means we have to bathe.

My grin widens.

He releases his hold on me and strides toward the utensils, effortlessly selecting a plate and cutlery so we can eat.

It’s still beyond me that he doesn’t speak, but he has certain odd habits, like eating with proper cutlery as if he were having lunch with someone special, like a king and a queen.

For me, I would devour everything straight from the skewer, but a tiny part of me doesn’t want him to have the impression that I’m a savage. Even though I am.

He hasn’t said anything since we arrived, he hasn’t even repeated his name, and I didn’t push him anymore because I think that was more than enough for today. Whenever he tries to say something, he feels a pain that I can’t heal. I can’t live with that. I can’t see him suffering.

I sit on the floor, and he sits next to me with a plate, forks, and knives in his hand. It’s been a few days since now where, instead of eating from my own plate, I eat with him on a single plate.

He takes a piece of the roasted fish close to my mouth on his fork, and when I open it and accept it, he smiles and gives me a light kiss on the lips.

Fuck! I can get used to that!

Should anyone in my pack discover that I’m allowing him to feed me like this, the embarrassment would be enough to make me wish the ground would swallow me whole.

Me?! Their Alpha! Ugh!

After we eat, I don’t wait long and hold his hand, so we go straight through the tunnel towards the hot springs that are on the lower level of the cave.

When we arrive, the change in the air is the first thing I notice besides the beauty of the water that is illuminated during the day by shocks of bright light running up the cave walls and at night by some candles that I have already lit.

The dry air of the cave turns damp and steamy here, and I sigh as we take our clothes off and jump into the hot springs.

I moan as I feel the water on my skin. The water was still and hot and clear, and thank Goddess, it didn’t even smell.

I dunk my head under the water, swimming submerged for a few strokes before surfacing again near Nox.

*My Prince*. I still can’t believe that he said his name to me.

I reach for the soap and go close to him. He’s dirty, but he’s not *dirtier* than the thoughts that flooded my mind when I started rubbing him.

🐺 🐺 🐺

“Yeah! That’s perfect!”

I say excitedly. Nox watches me from my side as I finish attaching the small door that I made to the trunk of the wishing tree.

After we took a shower yesterday, I spent some time building it, redoing it with small pieces of more resistant wood and fixing it until it was how I wanted. It was so worth it because the result was excellent.

The small door is so perfect that it doesn’t even look like something I am capable of doing. It’s a little bigger than the size of my hand, in the middle of it I wrote the initials of our names ‘A + N’.

After Nox told me his name and my mental turmoil yesterday, I had this idea of making this little door to put on the wishing tree.

I run my hand through it one last time to make sure it’s secured to the tree, and then I close my eyes.

*Please,* I say — even with my own disbelief — I try to ask the impossible for the wishing tree. Even though it hasn’t granted me anything before, I still insist. *Please, please, please, make us both stay together* *forever! It’s all I yearn for the most!*

I open my eyes, feeling stupid for doing this, and for less than a fraction of a second before continuing with what I planned for the day, I could have sworn I saw a quick light at the little door.