As she walked down the stairs, Aria almost danced her way down, her steps light, her movements filled with a barely contained excitement.
In her mind, everything had finally clicked into place.
There was no way someone like Ivan was gay , she had always known that. And there was no way a man like him could truly resist her.
The thought felt obvious now, almost laughable that she had ever doubted it.
All this time, Ivan had simply been Ivan.. rigid, restrained, bound by rules and expectations of moon goddess.
He had been trying to follow the moon goddess's ways, forcing himself into something he never truly wanted.
And now, finally, he had admitted it. He had admitted that he didn't like what he had been given as a mate, and more importantly, that he had been thinking about her instead.
That alone was enough to validate everything she had believed all along.
