Erika’s POV The last few days in Killian’s pack could be considered quite peaceful. I had a feeling that he must have done something and even though I wanted to be out of there, I was still grateful that I didn’t have to leave like some criminal. “Let’s go and grab lunch first,” Anita said as she pulled away the knitting pins from my hands. Unlike back in our old pack, the knighthowl pack didn’t use omega for unnecessary labor like washing clothes for spoilt brats and ironing. Instead, everyone picked something they could do to assist the pack and while Anita had decided to join the food production team during the day, I had opted for joining the clothing department. We mended clothes and made brand-new ones on request while the money went into the pack’s account for other things. More importantly, we also got a percentage share of the money and I really couldn’t wait to start selling some of the dresses that I would make. “You can just bring some for me, I don’t want to le

Erika’s POV It’s been about a week since the incident happened and to be fair, I think I was doing quite great with dealing with the trauma. Knowing that Ciro had ensured that no one saw my body, and the girls that had been dealing with me had been punished gave me some type of satisfaction that I couldn’t explain. At first, I had been scared shitless at the thought that Diana would come back after finding out that I was with Killian later on but she never did. And as much as I didn’t think this was possible, I was lonely. For the last week, it had felt like Anita had been avoiding me. The very moment I’m back in the room, she’s heading out and when I’m out to get lunch or some other thing, then she’s heading back in. She was totally difficult to get a hold of which made me completely suspicious. Even though I had so many questions, I had as much work as the questions I had. Today was going to be the displaying of the pieces I had made. All through the week, Luke had been

Killian’s POV It was almost as if from the moment that Ciro had forced me to confess the still-existing bond between me and the human girl, all I had thought about was her. I had even allowed myself to head over to the clothing and design unit of the pack like some hopeless man in love. Yet, the sight of her as she made those dresses that Luke couldn’t stop babbling about and how serious she was, was etched in my mind. I had to confess that it had made me see her in a slightly different light, after all, I knew that there were very few girls that were willing to work that hard. Surely she could handle the pack, right? “What has your pants in a knot?” Ciro said as he settled in the seat beside me. My brows furrowed as I picked the scent of my mate on him. “Where are you coming from?” I asked as I shot him an accusatory glare. “I know you can smell Erika on me. I initially planned to stop by Luke’s place with his portion of the food I made but then I saw your ‘mate’ being bullied

Killian’s POV Alek growled with wild abandon in me and I clenched my fists to restrain it from causing havoc. At the sight of our mate being kicked and slapped by John, I felt weak for the first time in my twenty-eight years. I had ruled the pack and this world for the past fifteen years. And for the first time, someone was touching what was mine. Trampling on what was mine. I wasn’t scared of John. I had allowed him to act as a tyrant all these years because he meant to threaten me, my Alpha suppression was enough to take a man like him down. However, if I took him down now in front of everyone here, all of them would know. They would know exactly how I felt about Erika and how important she was to my wolf and me. And as soon as they knew that, the pack and she would no longer be safe. As soon as the enemies outside and maybe even inside know that she was my weakness and growing reverse scale, the attempts on her life would be even worse than this. If she had a wolf, perhaps

ERIKA’s POV it was like I was on some long journey to nowhere, my entire body was heavy and in pain and I was struggling to open my eyes so that I could see. It was so hard, so painful. And then, at some point, something had come and helped me make the journey less painful. I still couldn’t see but at least, I was no longer in pain. Eventually, my eyes opened and I looked at the unfamiliar room around me. One more night again and I was in another room. As I tried to move my arms, it felt heavy like something was pressing down on it and I turned to see what it was. Killian! I don’t know how I was able to know it was him from his mess of black curls that was on the bed beside me but I just knew. This was a first, usually, I would just wake up with Ciro there, but never had it been Killian. More importantly, he looked like he was still sleeping. “He was up all night, please let him sleep,” I heard Ciro’s familiar voice from a corner in the room and I saw him leaning on t