Alexa

"Are you okay, Miss?" Alexander, who was still holding my hand, asked, brushing a stray curl off my face.

Lucy. I had seen her.

"Lucy," I said as I followed after her retreating figure.

It seemed the more I chased after her, the more she ran. Was she afraid of me?

Finally, she stopped and was now in the arms of another. Maybe he was the mate she told me about back in the palace.

"Lucy, I have missed you," I said as I engulfed her into a hug, not waiting for her to speak.

But something ...