Alyssa
I have a war within me right now. I wanted to push off of him, but at the same time, I didn’t. The way that the sparks feel against my skin is something so unexplainable. The butterflies I thought were gone have regained their wings and are flapping around my stomach. I am fighting myself on this. My brain tells me no, don’t do it. My heart and body tell me to jump right in, head first. I relaxed under his hold, as he had now begun making circles on my lower back, relaxing me to the point that I could literally fall asleep on his lap. I stare at the four adults that are sitting in front of me. Two who raised me to be the woman that I am now, two that are my birth parents, but I don’t know them.
“Elijah, how much do you know about your mate?” The King, my biological father, asked.
