KILLIAN’s POV I smelt the sweet and alluring fragrance that accompanied Erika the moment I stepped into the fashion faction. Usually, I would keep away from visiting here as I knew that the majority of them were usually girls. Mingling with the young girls in my pack was something I avoided like plague. Other than how irritating it could get with all the stares and more than obvious signals, the chatter was also really annoying. And so over the years, even though I visited only one faction before returning, the fashion faction had never crossed my list. Thankfully, Luke was one of our buddies and understood why he had to stay away. But this time, after listening to him talk about the works of Erika passionately for a week now, I was more than curious about the skills of this my mate. How could she have learned in less than two weeks and made clothes that would have James blabbing so much like this? I was more than curious to know and so with Ciro, we had tactically decided

ERIKA’s POV I sighed for the tenth time this evening as I looked through the window looking out for Sandra’s figure. Heaven knows that I could feel my heart beating ten times faster than its normal speed. “Heavens help me get out of here safely,” I murmured and then pulled my coat tighter around my body. Although the material for this dark fur coat would have been expensive in the human world, it was the cheapest here and they felt it insulting to wear fur as clothing. I had also kept it away, not wearing it to avoid tongues wagging. But now I needed it since I had no idea how cold it was going to get. Sandra appeared finally and my shoulders shagged with relief as she ran into my room. “Sorry I’m late, my sister was being nosy and didn’t want to leave my room,” she said amidst pants and I rushed to pick up the bag that she had dropped. “Let me give you this one I’m putting on, it’s more reliable,” she explained and quickly pulled off the top she was wearing and passed it

Erika'S POV A terrifying fully transformed werewolf emerged from nowhere tearing the beardy man's right hand off. His eyes were a burning brimstone and his white fangs shone bright in the dim atmosphere of the room. His growl was a reverberating thunderclap and I could feel my feet shudder at his presence. "You beast!" The bearded man screamed when he finally realised his arm had been ripped off. His boys made an attempt to attack the werewolf, but he easily overpowered them like they were some little rabbits, flinging each of them into the air. Bouncing back at the petrified man who was now struggling to suppress the blood flowing out from his shoulder joint. The werewolf pounced on the man, grabbed him by the neck and gave him a punch that set him crashing on the wall. I could swear that man was just an inch away from the doors of death. Now, I was the only one standing before the ferocious beast. I prayed whomever it was had everything under control. It walked closer to me

Erika'S POV The next morning, I woke up on Killian's bed. He was already up and out of the room. I stretched my bones which had withstood his heavy weight the previous night. My legs felt weak as I tried to stand up. And it was still slippery in between my thighs, but he had changed my dress and changed the bedsheet already. Now after that whole rough night sex, I hoped he had really changed in the way he threated me. I could feel something strong for Killian and it felt even stronger after we had mated. My belly groaned as I clutched at it quickly. I was super famished and at this point, I could eat a whole table like Killian and Ciro. Should I clean myself up in his bathroom or should I go back to my room? I wondered. But then, I didn't want to get ahead of myself. I decided to head off to my room, get myself cleaned up and find something to eat. I had nothing to check the time with, but my guess told me it wasn't breakfast time yet. On stepping outside of Killian's mansion,

KILLIAN’s POV "You should live with me, Erika. I heard about what happened at your room. Those girls could be ruthless and I don't want anything happening to you," I told Erika. "No, I'm fine with that place. If you need me, you can come visit or call me over," she stated. "There's nothing you have there which I can't replace here," I reminded her. "You'll be more comfortable here, I assured you." "If I can't get to choose where to live, then it clearly means I'm still living under bondage. And if that's the impression you're trying to give me, then make it clear to me at once so I can follow whatever you want like a dummy!" At this point, it dawned to me that Erika's mind was solidly obdurate on her decision. And like she had said, I too didn't want her feeling like she was being tied up and dragged around. But before surrendering to her stubbornness, I gave her a clear warning, "should anything happen to you, it might be too late before I come to your aid." "I know," she walke