LOGIN“…Yes.”I gazed up at him through my lashes, my voice barely above a whisper. A part of me knew this was a dangerous line I was trying to cross, but with Killian, everything was dangerous.Heat flooded my face. I tried to look away, but his grip on my jaw tightened, forcing my eyes back to his.“Where do you think you’re going, huh?”I pressed my lips together and shook my head, trying to gather whatever scraps of defiance I had left.“You’ve had your fun enough,” I whispered, my voice shaky but stubborn. “Let me go.”For a moment, Killian just stared at me.Then a slow, dark smile spread across his face — the kind that made my stomach drop.He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my lips, his thumb still pressing into my jaw.“Let you go?” he repeated softly, almost mockingly. “Who told you I’m letting you go, Celestine?”His voice was low, dangerous, and laced with dark amusement. Before I could respond, I heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper slowly coming down.My heart
I don't think I've ever seen him this angry.Killian is silent on our drive back home.After he threw another punch to Alpha Kirk, he just dragged me and left. “Killian.”My voice sounds small in the car.“I—” I don’t know what I want to say. I’m sorry? Thank you for punching another alpha for me?Killian’s hands are still on the wheel when I notice that he’s wounded. “Let’s get inside first.”“O-Okay-”I haven’t finished answering when he’s already turning his back on me. What an asshole.I stayed frozen for half a second, staring at the empty driver’s seat before I followed him.Inside, the lights are still off.Only a warm lamp in the living room spills faint gold across the floor. Is he that angry?Killian shrugs off his coat.I don’t say anything. I walk straight to the bathroom, yank open the cabinet under the sink, and grab the battered medicine kit.He’s an asshole.A violent, possessive, beautiful asshole.But I can’t let him bleed all over the sofa and pretend I don’t
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







