Another Chance for the Luna Queen by Aurora Starling

My Prince

Chapter 0171

Chapter 0171

“I don’t know what you mean,” I replied, but the knowing look he gave me made it clear he saw through my denial.

“Go ahead and ask your questions,” he said, his tone calm. There’s no reason to be hesitant with me. You want to know about my relationship with my mother.”

I hesitated, unsure if I should press further. But he’d opened the door, and my curiosity had already taken hold. “I just… it seems like there’s a lot of tension between you two, And then, when Michael got back, she was like a completely different person.”

A bitter smile curved Alexander’s lips. “Yeah, that’s how she is,” he said with a shrug. “For as long as I can remember, she’s preferred Michael. She’s always been a little hypercritical of me, but it got worse after my father died.”

as that stormy expression overtook his face again. Whatever he was thinking about, it clearly wasn’t

want to pry–it wasn’t my place to dig into his painful memories, especially not now. “We don’t have to talk about this,” I said, standing and testing the weight on my injured foot. It was uncomfortable, but not

don’t have to,” Alexander replied, his voice steady. “But you’re curious, and

your parents,” I offered. “A lot of people have complicated relationships with

she favors Michael. It doesn’t bother me anymore–not really. And most of the time, things between us are fine.” He straightened, the tension easing from his posture. “It’s certainly nothing you

the tension. “We can talk more another time. I’ll get dressed in the bedroom so you can

do need our rest–we’ve got some very busy

a small smile in agreement before quickly leaving the bathroom.

neatly folded on the side table. I dressed swiftly, the soft fabric feeling far more comfortable than the formal dress I’d worn earlier. Sitting down on the edge of the bed,

was definitely more going on with Alexander and his family than I’d expected. He seemed willing to open up about it, but I still hesitated. My own relationship with my family was strong, filled with warmth and love. Arguments happened, of course–that was normal–but the tension I sensed between Alexander

looked at him didn’t sit right with me. Her demeanor shifted entirely when Michael was around, and while

I’d only just

didn’t notice how much time had passed until the bathroom door opened, releasing a wave of warm,