I stormed up the stairs towards the bedroom. The front door slammed behind as Killian entered, but I didn’t look back. my emotions were vacillating rapidly, at the moment anger was foremost. How dare Killian accuse me of infidelity? Once in our room, I headed for the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Running cold water, I splashed some on my face, trying desperately to cool down. I was so hot, my nerves were on edge, my skin was crawling... Leaning against the vanity, I looked into the mirror. Oh great! It was last night all over again, eyes dilated, cheeks flushed, rapid breathing. At least this time Killian was here, but jumping into bed with me probably wasn’t his main priority right now, and quite frankly, I was too upset with him to find the idea very appealing either. The door handle rattled. “Hailey, come out of there this instant!” “Keep your shirt on!” I shouted back. The sound of Killian huffing and stomping away followed my comment. I considered staying in the bat
I fought to suppress it, to hang on to my anger but logic was slipping away. Without even realizing it, I was drawing him close, needing what only he could give. A deep rumble sounded in Killian's chest as he stared down at me, his expression almost feral. His rage, just like mine, had been replaced by a hot, hard wildness that demanded he claim me. And, when he did, I did nothing to stop him, encouraging him with soft whimpers and gasps, caressing his strong body, breathless yet urging him to ease the ache that clawed at me. I pulled him closer, demanding more, needing more, begging him not to stop. The tension was unbearable. I was on the brink, ready to go over the edge, when the fringes of my mind sensed a change. Through passion hazed eyes, I saw Killian looming over me. His lips were pulled back, his canines were extending. A frisson of fear shot through me and I tried to focus, tried to make sense of what was happening except an all too familiar tingle was overtaking me. My
The sound of swords clashing and screams echoed through the grand hall as I nervously clutched onto the arm of Natalia. The enemy forces had breached the walls of Killian's home, and now they were making their way through the grand corridors in search of me."Hailey!," I sighed in relief watching Romeo make his way towards me with a grim expression on his face."Romeo what is happening?" I asked hoping for an answer"I don't know, an unknown pack breached through the gates, by best guess they probably belong to Viktor," Romeo gritted his teeth, "The bastard finally made his move,""Killian is currently away," Christine joined in the conversation with blood-soaked clothes. I could only presume she had just fought off the enemy."I'll try and contact him, for now, Natalia keep Hailey safe until it's all over," Romeo told Natalia who nodded. I frowned deeply at my helplessness. It had barely been a day since Killian and I blood bonded so I wasn't too confident about how it worked."Leave
I licked my lips and managed to call out, "Josephine, you have to get help. I... I think Natalia might be dead and I’m pretty sure my leg is broken.""Aww, now isn’t that a shame," Josephine said as she carefully picked her way down to me. She dusted off a rock and sat down, cocking her head sideways and staring bemusedly at me. "You know Hailey, I’ll never understand what Killian sees in you.""What?" Josephine's words took me by surprise. Natalia might be dead, and she was just sitting there! "Josephine, you’ve got to check on Natalia. She might still be alive and if we can get help in time,""You’re so...so ordinary. Boring. Why he ever agreed to be mated to you is beyond me," Josephine continued, ignoring my plea for help. "Oh well, you’ll be gone soon and then I’ll get him back. He always comes back. Guilt can work wonders on a man with a conscience."Realizing that Josephine wasn’t going to do anything to help Natalia until she’d had her say, I tried to focus on the conversatio
I stared at the carbon copy of my mate, unsure of what to say. The strength of his muscles was evident by how the material of his clothing stretched tautly over his body. Dark, faintly damp hair hung shaggily over his forehead and there was the faintest curve to his nose as if it had been broken at one point. His mouth was firm and set in a straight, unyielding line. It was amazing that the man could look so much like Killian at first glance yet exude such a different aura. Killian was strong and caring, while Viktor was...dangerous? A part of my mind acknowledged that the rocky, uninviting atmosphere of the ravine seemed to suit him, and I found myself reassured to know that, by Josephine's admission, he was not the psycho rogue wolf that I’d been led to believe. However, he was still an unknown quantity and needed to be treated with caution. Clearing my throat, I gave the lamest greeting possible while Josephine stared in shock and disgust surprised by his unexpected interventio
"No Killian don't!" What happened next was a blur of movement. Killian leapt towards his half-brother and Viktor jumped back, phasing into his wolf form even as he moved. In the blink of an eye, the two males were engaged in combat, growling and biting each other, while I clung to a tree trunk, watching in horror as the situation dissolved into a primitive battle. It was a terrifying sight, yet some ancient part of me thrilled at the idea of the powerful males clashing in battle over me. my heart pounded and blood rushed through my veins. Shaking my head, I tried to suppress the feelings inside me and clear my thinking. I wasn’t some animal waiting to be won by the strongest male! This was barbaric and I had to stop it. Frantically, I looked around for something that could be used to separate the two, but of course, there was nothing to be found. Returning my gaze to the scene in front, I stood transfixed. Snarls filled the air as teeth flashed and claws slashed. The two were equa
I awoke, my senses immediately informing me that I wasn't in my own room. The surface beneath me was too hard, the sheet too scratchy. I felt... numb, as if drifting on a cloud. Was I dead? I hesitantly opened my eyes, wincing as the bright light assaulted my pupils. A large expanse of white greeted me through the veil of my lashes. Hmm... No, definitely not dead, unless the afterlife had a crack in the ceiling plaster. And I certainly wasn't at home. My bed wasn't this uncomfortable. The infirmary? Possibly. Licking my dry lips, I tried to swallow. A bad chemical taste assaulted my tongue, and I yearned for water. I glanced down, hoping for a glass of water by the bed, but something pulled at the skin on my throat. As I lifted my hand, I felt the gauze that was there and tried to recall what had happened.A slight rustling sound drew my attention, and I cautiously turned to see Killian sleeping in a chair beside me. Dark circles under his eyes gave them a bruised look and stubble
His jaw tightened as he thought about the situation. "It’s all my fault. I should have believed what you told me, what everyone tried to tell me over the years, but I guess I didn’t want to hear it. In some ways, Josephine was like my little sister when we were growing up. Later, I thought there was something else, but it was familiarity and a misplaced sense of responsibility. I know I should be sad that she’s gone, but I’m not. The Josephine I thought I knew never really existed." I wanted to ask more questions, but Helena arrived and shooed Killian outside while she delivered medication, checked my leg, and fixed the dressing on my neck. Helena was efficient, but in my opinion, had no bedside manner. I endured the woman’s fussing by watching outside. Killian was talking to someone, just couldn’t see who. From the look on his face, he wasn’t pleased. Hitching myself up in the bed, I earned a scolding from Helena but gained a better view of the activity outside. he was talking...