Masuk“Let me look at your wound, please.”We’re finally back at the packhouse after the chaos at the party.Goddess, what is he even thinking?He could’ve been hurt worse. One wrong punch and it’s his throat torn open. He could’ve killed Kirk and started a war between packs. All because some asshole looked at me wrong and opened his mouth.“Tss. I’m fine.”He shrugs out of his coat like nothing happened, like his knuckles aren’t split and red and angry. Like he didn’t lose control in front of half the region.“Killian,” I say, stepping closer. “Let me clean you up.”“I don’t need—”“Just shut up, will you?”The words come out sharper than I mean them to, but I don’t take them back.I don’t wait for permission either.I’m still in the dress. Still in heels. My balance is shit and my patience is worse, but I grab the medical kit off the counter and catch his arm, yanking it toward me before he can step away.He stills.Slowly.His gaze drops to where my fingers are wrapped around his wrist.
CELESTINE That fucking Alpha.How vicious can he get just because he can’t stand the fact that he touched me?I scoff at my reflection.He sends me away, tells me to be “pretty,” then he prepares a dress that is too modest for my taste.Seriously, does he want the other Luna to laugh at me? “Give me a scissor, dear,” I say calmly.She freezes.“A—Alpha Killian said—”“I know what Alpha Killian said,” I cut in, still smiling at my reflection. “I’m asking you.”Her fingers tighten around the fabric she’s holding. She hesitates, then slowly reaches into her kit and hands me the scissors like she’s offering a weapon.Which, in a way, she is.“Alpha Killian will be angry.”I glance at her through the mirror. What is she so afraid of? “Alpha Killian,” I repeat calmly. “Is always angry.”“If he asks—”“I’ll tell him the truth,” I say. “That I chose this.”That seems to unsettle her more than anything else.I reach out and adjust the last detail myself, tugging the fabric exactly where I
KILLIAN POV I have three rules in my life.1. Show everyone why I am the Alpha of this pack.2. Keep control. Always.3. Never, ever, touch the girl who ruined my life.But the moment I saw her, heard her desperate, filthy moans of my name, rule number three vanished.I wanted to take over wherever her fingers were buried. Replace them. Punish her with them. I wanted to bury my cock so deep inside her that she felt me for weeks.Mine, I think, dark and possessive. That was yesterday.Today, she’s here trying to flirt with everyone but me.Her fingers are in Mason’s hair.Mason. My beta.The idiot who decided silver was a good look for a beta wolf.“Tss. Stop it. I told you, chicks dig this hair type.”Mason chuckles, tilting his head into her touch like a puppy begging for scratches.“It’s giving… futuristic fuckboy. Very on-brand for you.”I don’t move.I stay exactly where I am—leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, expression blank. The perfect picture of Alpha control.In
My eyes snap open.He’s right there, leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, watching me fuck myself like a starving slut with his come still dripping down my legs.Shock punches the air from my lungs. My fingers freeze inside me, but my pussy clenches hard around them anyway, betraying me with a fresh gush of wetness.He smirks, slow and cruel.“Keep going,” he says, stepping in and kicking the door shut behind him. “Show me how bad you need it when I’m not around.”I can’t move. Can’t breathe. I’m trembling, exposed, ruined, and still so desperate I could cry.He tilts his head, eyes black.Is he..serious?“I—I…”“Shy, little mate?” Killian’s gaze drops to my trembling hand, then lower, to where my skirt is still bunched at my hips and everything is glistening.“Put them back,” he says, low, calm, and dangerous.I blink up at him, eyes wide and glassy. “W-what…?”“You heard me.” He leans in, crowding me against the sink. “Put. Those fingers. Back inside you. Right now.”I blink up at
CELESTINE Mason is Killian’s Beta?I can’t keep my eyes off him as he sat across the table from us. Killian is fixing himself after his brutal fight.“Shit. I’m fucking hurt.”“That’s what you get from indulging in those fights,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.I bite my lip, heart hammering, realizing exactly what I just said.“What did you just say, little mate?” Killian growls.Before I can react, his hand clamps under my chin, tilting my head up. I can feel Mason’s golden eyes on me. Watching. Smirking. And I couldn’t help but to be ashamed.“Answer me.”I swallow hard. “I—”“Tsk,” he interrupts, releasing me, letting my chin drop. His storm-gray eyes flick to Mason.“Of course… you know Mason, right?”“Of course!” I blurt, a little too loud, panic clawing up my throat. “I mean…I saw him during your fight.” Killian’s lips curl into a dangerous smirk. “Speaking of my fight… how do you like it?”Heat sears through me. I can’t possibly answer that. I was too focused on Mason
The way every single person in the training center stops what they’re doing the second we enter is the real definition of awkward. Warriors. Betas. Omegas. Some pause mid-punch. Some drop their weights. Some scramble to straighten like they’ve been caught slacking but all of them stare.I shift, uncomfortable, trying to put space between me and Killian. "Killian," I murmur under my breath. “Let go.”He doesn’t. If anything, he pulls me closer. "Relax, Celestine." His voice is too low, too even. "You’re shaking."I wasn’t. But now? Now, I am. Because **this—this moment, this attention, this unspoken question hanging in the air—**it’s too much. Before I can respond, Killian lifts his chin, his Alpha presence commanding the room without effort.“Continue training,” he commands, his voice sharp, decisive. “I’m just showing my Luna how things work here.”Luna.The warriors exchange glances, but then—they nod. One by one, they return to their drills, but the air is still thick. I exhale slo







