MasukEthan hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. The silence in the room became suffocating as he finally forced the words out in a low, strained voice. “She wants us to offer... your firstborn. The Alpha King’s heir.”“What?!”The word wasn't just spoken; it was a physical explosion of power. Killian’s roar shook the very foundations of the office. Every officer in the room instantly hit the floor, heads bowed in absolute submission to the crushing weight of his Alpha command. Killian’s eyes burned, the vibrant green replaced by a terrifying, blazing red. If the Witch Queen had been standing in front of him, she would have been reduced to ash by the sheer heat of his fury.He rounded on Ethan, his shadow looming over the man. “You didn't agree. Tell me you didn't agree to give her my child.”“Alpha, listen to me,” Ethan started, his voice shaking as he tried to navigate the King's rage. “We need that location. If we don’t find the blue wolves, no one is safe. I thought—”“You didn’t
“I am perfectly fine, and I can wash myself. You better go and make sure they’re preparing breakfast, because I am very, very hungry,” Isabella said, narrowing her eyes in a playful, threatening manner.She knew exactly what was swirling in her perverted mate’s mind. There was only one thing he ever wanted: to be buried deep inside her. Though the thought made her core thrum with a wild, answering heat, she knew she needed some time to let her body recover from the relentless passion of the night before. But Killian wasn't backing down.“I can mind-link the kitchen and help you wash at the same time,” he countered, his voice dropping into a dangerous, velvet purr. He bit his lip as he rose from the bed, and Isabella’s breath hitched when she saw the raw, unadulterated lust darkening his green eyes.She scrambled toward the bathroom, trying to slam the door shut, but Killian was faster. He caught the wood with a flat palm, pushing it open with effortless strength. Isabella chew on her
"I am so sorry, my love," Killian rasped, shifting closer until their bodies were fused together. He took her face in his large, calloused hands, his touch infinitely gentle despite his size. Isabella’s eyes brimmed over, the tears finally spilling out.His thumbs brushed the moisture away, but his heart ached at the sight. "I didn't want to hurt you, but the curse... it was messing with my mind," he paused, biting his lip as he searched for the words. "I started feeling things for you that I had never felt for anyone else. I didn't know if it was love or something else, but I knew you had become the center of my world. I couldn't breathe without you. The thought of having a fated mate meant the possibility of losing you. That was the most terrifying thought I ever had. That was why I refused to even acknowledge th
Isabella woke with a slow, peaceful smile, though the movement sent a faint protest through her body. Her muscles felt like jelly, a lingering ache radiating through her limbs—a physical reminder of the night before. Killian had been relentless, his hunger for his Luna seemingly bottomless. Even with the child growing inside her, Isabella had surrendered to his pace, letting him express his love through every heavy, grounding thrust.As she lay there, she could still feel the phantom sensation of him buried deep within her, a sweet throb in her core that made her sigh against the pillow. She was still slick with the evidence of their night together, the feeling a warm, constant tether to him.She tried to shift onto her side, but she didn't get far. A solid weight anchored her firmly in place. Looking down, she saw his large, muscular hand draped across her torso in a possessive, unyielding grip. It was as if, even in the depths of sleep, he refused to let her slip more than an inch a
Isabella was pacing the floor of their room, her movements jagged and her mind racing. She bit her nails nervously, lost in a spiral of dark thoughts, until the door finally opened. Killian was back."How are you feeling, my baby?" Killian asked immediately. He didn't even wait to take off his coat before pulling Isabella into his arms.Isabella buried her face in his chest, breathing in his familiar, earthy scent. It was the only thing capable of slowing her panicked heart. But as she clung to him, she felt his body stiffen."Why are you so stressed?" Killian scowled, his voice laced with protective concern. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "It isn't good for you, and it isn't good for our baby.""I can't help it, Killian," Isabella admitted, her voice trembling. "You know, Grace and Arthur... their wolves weren't real. But they transformed. They were blue wolves."Killian sighed, a heavy sound that seemed to carry the weight of the entire pack's troubles. Without a
Rose gasped, her face flushing a deep, delicious crimson. "You... you want me to do what?" she stammered, her voice shaking with a mix of shock and budding arousal."You heard me, sweetheart." He didn't wait for her to process it. He reached out, his powerful hands hooking under her thighs to pull her over him. He guided her until she was straddling his head, her core inches from his lips. He gripped her waist, holding her steady. "Sit."A high-pitched squeal escaped her as she felt the heat of his breath against her most sensitive skin."The dress, Rose. Take it off," he ordered, his voice muffled against her thigh. "Now."She moved with frantic haste, crossing her arms to yank the peacock-blue fabric over her head and tossing it blindly to the floor. Ethan let out a low, appreciative groan. Stripped down to her white lace bra, her full, plump breasts were heaving with every ragged breath she took. She looked down at him, her expression a mask of pure, unadulterated desire, her soul
“Bella!” Rose’s voice broke Isabella’s focus from Killian. “You’re back? Weren’t we all supposed to attend your sister’s wedding?” she asked, glancing between Killian and Isabella.Before Isabella could answer, Killian growled again, “No. We’re not attending that wedding.” He strode past furiously
“Alpha Killian,” George said in his still-sleepy voice as he tied the knot of his robe. “Is everything alright?” He asked in confusion.Killian didn’t bother to answer. He strode straight into George’s room and asked in a sharp and authoritative tone. “Why is my wife staying in an Omega’s quarters?
Isabella sat sulking beside Killian in his car. He had stormed into her room early in the morning and ordered her to pack her things—they were leaving immediately. She had argued, insisting she wanted to stay a little longer, but the look he gave her was strange, unreadable, something she couldn’t
He was momentarily speechless, staring at her with conflict flickering in his green eyes.“Do you love Maya?” she murmured again, her eyes fixed on his face, a mix of hope and fear in them, searching for an answer.She needed to know. After what had just happened between them—the longing in his touc







