LOGINIsla's POV
A dull ache throbbed at the back of my head when I opened my eyes. For a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, tall, and decorated.Then memories came flooding back. Killian’s arm over my shoulder. His strength pinning me down. My teeth sunk into his back.The humiliation of being carried like some prize through the crowd.I groaned and pressed the heel of my hand to my forehead. “Damn it…”The sheets around me were soft, almost too soft, definitely not mine. Killian’s house. Of course.I sat up slowly, my body reminding me of the struggle from last night. My throat was dry, my lips chapped, and my pride shredded.Someone had left a tray of food on the bedside table. Steaming tea, warm bread, and a small dish of fruit. My stomach betrayed me, growling loud, but I clenched my jaw.“I don’t need his pity,” I muttered, glaring at the tray like it had personally offIsla's POV I took a step back, wiping at my cheeks before anyone could notice the tears.“I’m going home.” Daphne muttered.Killian’s smile faltered. “What?”She stood from her seat, the legs of the chair scraping against the floor. “You heard me. I said I’m going home.”The laughter that had filled the room earlier vanished. My fingers tightened around my glass as I tried not to look at either of them, but my eyes betrayed me. Killian looked at her like she had just said the one thing he didn’t expect.“You’re overreacting,” he said, his tone low, measured. “Sit down, Daphne.”She shook her head, a little too dramatically. “No, Killian. I’m not sitting here pretending I’m fine while your secretary sits there glaring at me every two minutes.”I swallowed hard. Secretary. There it was again. The word that sliced deeper than it should.Killian exhaled sharply, his patience thinning. “You’r
Isla's POV “Isla! Isla!! Isla!!!”Her voice pierced through the corridor like the crack of a whip. I closed my eyes for a second, breathed in, and forced myself to stand. I could already picture that smug smile she’d be wearing when I walked in. I smoothed down my dress, lifted my chin, and stepped into the living room.Daphne stood in the center of the room, her hand resting lazily on Killian’s shoulder. The music played softly in the background.“You called me?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.Daphne turned, that same painted smile plastered across her face. “Of course, sweetheart. Come join us. It’s a party, not a funeral.”I blinked slowly. “I’m working, Daphne.”Killian looked up from his drink. “She’s right, Isla. You’ve been on your feet all evening. Sit, relax a little. It’s not a crime for my secretary to enjoy herself for once.”That word again. Secretary. As if it had suddenly become
Isla's POV I stared at the wall clock in the sitting room, watching the seconds crawl forward with the kind of slowness that made every sound in the house louder than it should be. The ticking had become unbearable, and almost taunting. Each click was a reminder that Killian should have been home by now.The tea I had poured an hour ago had gone cold, untouched beside me. I had planned everything perfectly, or at least I thought I had. The dinner was ready, with a chilled wine.My hand tightened slightly around the cup. He never stayed out this late without a reason. I glanced at the clock again. The same steady ticking. The same empty seat across from me.Maybe he was held up with Liam, I thought. Or maybe there was something at the pack house that needed his attention. I wanted to believe that. I really did. But something in my chest wouldn’t settle. A slow ache had been building all evening, one I couldn’t qu
Killian's POV I packed the last file into the drawer, aligning it neatly before locking the office door behind me. The day had been long, but for once, I didn’t feel that dragging heaviness that usually came with it. There was a strange lightness in my chest, the kind that made me hum, an unfamiliar tune that had somehow found its way into my head.By the time I reached the front gate, Liam was there, his usual stance, alert, shoulders squared, face serious. I slowed my pace, still humming, and greeted him with a grin that seemed to catch him off guard.“Did you check on Lucien?” I asked, adjusting my cuffs as I stopped beside him.“Yes, Alpha,” he replied, quick and crisp. “He’s already headed back to his pack.”“Good.” I gave his shoulder a firm pat, the way I always did when I was pleased with something. “Well done.”Liam blinked, clearly unsure what to make of my mood. It wasn’t every day I handed out compliments so easily.“Can I ask,” he began cautiously, “why do you seem… ha
Daphne's POV “Something’s not right,” I whispered the moment I stepped into the house. My heels clicked against the floor, and it wasn’t until I sat down that I realized I hadn’t even taken them off. My mind was far away, lost somewhere between confusion and disbelief.Mia peeked out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. “You look like you just managed to escape an airplane crash. What’s going on?”I pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to make sense of it. “Let’s just say a man once loved you… then something happened, and suddenly he didn’t again. But you, like a fool, kept loving him anyway. Then one day, out of nowhere, he starts doing things he’s never done before.”“Miracle happens,” Tasha said from the couch, raising her brow like it was a joke.I shot her a look. “Be serious, Tasha.”She held up her hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. I’m listening.”Mia came closer, her curiosity written all over her face. “So… Killian’s being nice to you?”I nodded slowly. “He smi
Isla's POV “What are you doing here, Lucien?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.I wasn’t supposed to ask anything. I was supposed to turn, shut the gate, and walk away like he didn’t exist. But my hand, it stayed on the lock, frozen, useless.Lucien smiled faintly, like seeing me wasn’t part of the plan but a pleasant accident. “I’m glad you’re still alive,” he said, his voice too calm for the chaos his presence stirred inside me. “I wondered where you went after you were banished.”I almost laughed. The audacity. The way he said banished like it was some gentle misunderstanding, like he hadn’t stood there and watched it happen.“After I was banished?” I repeated, tilting my head, “Or after you banished me?”That got him. His jaw tightened, just a little, and his hand that held the flower shifted uncomfortably. “I’m not apologizing for anything,” he said, though his tone betrayed him. “But I just want you to know that I never really wanted any of it. It was Arielle’s mu







