Isabella couldn’t believe her eyes for a moment. It wasn’t just her eyes—her mind and heart both refused to accept what she was seeing. How could he… after everything he had promised her?Her husband. Her mate. He was lying on top of his girlfriend, his head buried in her neck as if completely lost in her touch.Before she could even cover her mouth, a sharp gasp tore from her throat as reality struck her like a physical blow. Killian’s head jerked toward her, his eyes wide with shock the moment he saw her standing at the door.“Isabella…” he whispered, trying to rise, but Maya’s arms tightened around his neck, holding him back.The sight was unbearable. The betrayal burned through her chest, sharp and suffocating. Without thinking, she spun on her heels and fled the room, leaving them to their affair without a word.Her steps were frantic as she hurried down the stairs, then burst out of the pack house into the night. Tears streamed down her cheeks without her consent, unstoppable, n
“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, but just a few steps later, Ethan appeared, and Killian paused to speak with him.Rose frowned, watching Killian. “What’s wrong with him? Why is his mood so… bad?”Isabella followed her gaze and noticed something else—Rose’s eyes softened as she looked at Ethan, full of love and admiration.“Rose,” Isabella flicked her fingers in front of her sister in law, and Rose jolted slightly.“Ah… huh… oh, Bella.” Rose looked flustered as her gaze returned to Isabella. “I missed you when you weren’t here. Let’s go to my room and catch up.” She held Isabella’s hand and led her toward her room.Isabella’s eyes never left Killian as she followed Rose.Once inside Rose’s room, she closed the door and pu
She couldn’t understand what to make of the expression in his eyes, or the way he was looking at her.“Isabella… it’s happened many times with me,” he said, his voice low and steady. “When they learn about the curse, some try to take advantage of it. But I know better than to believe their lies. I don’t have a mate… because I can’t.”Isabella’s heart sank. Her last hope of him accepting her as his mate seemed to die in that moment. If she tried to tell him that they were fated mates and that she had felt the bond after turning eighteen, he would probably think she was scheming, trying to lie to claim him.When he noticed Isabella suddenly fall silent, he tucked a finger under her chin, lifting her head so she looked at him, even as her head still rested on his broad chest. “Are you upset that I couldn’t let you attend your sister’s wedding?” he asked.He wanted to know her feelings, even as he wrestled with whether he could tell her the truth about George and Linda not being her real
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 touch, the way his words had burned with desire for her—her heart and mind were left in a whirl of confusion. If he loved Maya, then what was that emotion he had shown her? She couldn’t be wrong. She had seen something close to love in his eyes.But Killian remained silent. Isabella’s face fell, and she lowered her gaze, the truth settling in her chest. Perhaps what he felt for her was the pull of their mate bond. And she couldn’t blame him if he loved Maya while still desiring her.But Killian remained silent for another reason. After everything that had happened lately, he couldn’t quite figure out what he felt for Maya—whether it was love, or simply gratitude and a sense of responsibility.W
He stayed perfectly still, his lust-filled gaze locked on her flushed face, her lips parted as she panted for breath. When she gave no response, he began to pull his fingers out—only for her hand to shoot forward, clutching his wrist.“No… please, Killian. Don’t stop. It feels so good… uh,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with need. Her inner muscles throbbed around him, her thighs trembling as her slick heat clenched tight on his finger, refusing to let him go.A dark smirk curved his lips. Now he wouldn’t stop, not even if the world burned down around them. He began pumping his finger deep inside her warm, tight core, his thumb brushing over her clit in slow, deliberate circles. She bucked her hips forward, moaning loud and desperate.“More… Killian… please… ahh…”The sound made his chest rumble. His eyes devoured her, flushed and trembling, so fucking beautiful—and all his. Bending over her, he slammed his mouth to hers. Her moans tangled with his groans, the muffled sound of the
His lips left hers, pressing wet, teasing kisses along her cheek and jaw, lingering on her neck. Then he found her marking spot. He pressed his lips there, leaving a deep, lingering kiss, sucking just enough to leave a visible hickey—for everyone to see.Suddenly, he again felt the sharp surge of his canines, aching to sink into her skin, to claim her, to make her his forever. He had never felt it for any other she-wolf. But with her, he had felt that urge more than he could count. Instead, he let his teeth graze her skin gently, teasing, and she tightened her grip on him, sending a shiver straight through him.Her nails dug into his skin, leaving scratches that bled. Her moans grew louder as she writhed beneath him, grinding against him in a way that made his body react fiercely.When it was almost impossible for him to stop himself from sinking his teeth into her neck and he had to hold back, he bit down on her shoulder to stop himself from biting elsewhere. She cried out—more from