Chapter 4: The Shockwave

Daisy’s Pov

​The moment my lips touched Killian’s, a warm, electric rush went straight through my veins. My inner wolf roared with joy, recognizing him instantly. I expected him to push me away, but he didn't.

His hand came up, his large fingers gripping the back of my neck to hold me closer. The kiss was deep and possessive, sending a clear message to everyone watching. We were snapping the rules of high society, and we didn't care.

When we finally broke apart, my breath was short and my heart was racing against my ribs, but I forced myself to turn around and face the crowded ballroom while keeping my hand flat against Killian’s chest.

The silence in the room was absolute, so quiet that nobody was moving, nobody was drinking, and even the waiters stood frozen with their trays in hand as hundreds of eyes stared at us in complete disbelief.

"Listen to me, everyone," I said, my voice ringing out clearly through the quiet hall, filled with a strength I never possessed in my previous life. "The Pack Union between Cassian and me is over, the wedding is off, and from this moment on, I am with Killian Blackwood."

A collective gasp rippled through the rows of guests, followed by a sudden wave of people whispering furiously behind their hands, their eyes darting between me and the stage.

Cassian looked like he had been struck by lightning, his hands shaking so violently that the small velvet ring box dropped right out of his fingers, rolling across the floor until it hit the base of a table. His handsome face twisted into an ugly mask of pure rage, his chest heaving as the reality of his public humiliation began to sink in.

"Are you insane, Daisy?" Cassian yelled, taking a massive step toward us as his composure completely shattered. "You are making a fool of yourself in front of our families! You belong to me, Daisy!"

​Before I could answer, Killian let out a low, dark chuckle. He shifted his weight, moving his large body so he was standing slightly in front of me. He wrapped a heavy, possessive arm around my waist, pulling me firmly against his side. His thumb pressed into my hip, letting everyone know I was his mate now.

​"You heard the lady, little brother," Killian said, his voice deep and smooth. "She doesn't want you. And honestly, can you blame her?"

​Victoria rushed to Cassian’s side, her face pale with shock. She looked at me with hidden hatred, but she forced her voice to sound sweet for the crowd. "Daisy, please think about your father! Think about the Vanecrest pack name! You can't just run off with an outcast wolf. Killian is dangerous. He doesn't belong here."

​My father, Xaden, started walking down from the VIP section, his face full of deep confusion. He didn't speak yet, but he was watching me closely, trying to understand what his daughter was doing.

​Cassian ignored Victoria. His eyes were fixed on Killian’s arm around my waist. His fragile ego was completely shattered in front of the most powerful alpha families in the country. He could handle a lot of things, but he could not handle being humiliated by the older brother he had worked so hard to exile.

​"Get your hands off her, Killian," Cassian growled, his voice shaking with anger. "You have nothing. You were thrown out of the family pack, and you have no right to be in this room."

​"And yet, here I am," Killian smirked, his amber eyes glittering with delight. "And I am leaving with the best prize in the house."

​"No, you are not," Cassian snapped. He turned around and waved his hand frantically toward the back doors. "Security! Get over here right now!"

​Four large guard wolves in dark suits immediately stepped out of the crowd. They were Cassian’s personal security team, built like brick walls and trained to handle any trouble.

​"Take Daisy away from him," Cassian ordered, pointing a trembling finger at me. "Drag her back to the stage if you have to. And throw this trash out of my sight."

​The guests backed away, clearing a large circle around us. Victoria watched with a small, pleased smile starting to form on her lips. She wanted to see me dragged away in shame.

​The four guards closed in, their faces serious as they reached toward me.

​"Don't touch her," I said, my voice cold.

​But they didn't listen. They kept moving forward.

​Suddenly, Killian let go of my waist and took a single step out into the open space. He didn't pull out a weapon. He didn't raise his fists. He just straightened his broad shoulders and stared down the guards.

​In that split second, the entire energy in the room changed. A heavy, suffocating pressure filled the air, so intense that it felt hard to breathe. Killian radiated a raw, terrifying Lycan Alpha power that spoke of years spent surviving the brutal underground markets. It was the aura of a true king who commanded without ever needing a title.

​The four guard wolves stopped dead in their tracks. One of them actually took a step back, his hand shaking. Their inner wolves whimpered in fear, completely frozen by the sheer danger coming off him. They knew, without a doubt, that if they took another step, they would not survive the night.

​"I said," Killian whispered, his voice low and lethal, "nobody touches my woman."

​The ballroom remained frozen. Cassian looked at his men, his face turning from red to a deathly pale white. "What are you doing? I pay your salaries! Move!"

The guards didn't budge an inch, standing like statues and refusing to look Cassian in the eye because their instincts were telling them to run. Killian turned his head slightly, looking down at his younger brother with an expression of absolute pity that cut deeper than any blade.

Cassian stood there completely alone, powerless in front of the entire elite society, and he was so furious and deeply humiliated that he didn't even notice he was pressing his hands together so hard that his fingernails dug deeply into his own palms.

Small drops of dark red blood began to ooze from his skin, dripping slowly onto the clean floor beneath his feet.

Killian turned back to me, the terrifying pressure vanishing from his features as he extended his large hand toward me. "Let's go, Daisy, because this party is getting boring."

I smiled, placed my hand inside his warm palm, and let him lead me out of the golden hall, leaving my past killers ruined in the dirt behind us.