Eleanor: I lay on Killian’s bed, curled under his blanket as I kept his shirt in my arms, wanting to find my peace. I was quiet and unable to form a proper sentence as I got lost in my thoughts, trying to find one thing that made sense in my brain. And so far, nothing seemed to make any sense to me, and that was something I knew Killian saw in my eyes. My heart raced against my ribcage and I couldn’t help but find myself curling up as memories played in my head. Most weren’t the best, but I couldn’t help but find myself grieving. And the thing was, I didn’t even understand why I was in this much pain. However, the idea of me not being able to see him, and not because he didn’t want to see me, but the fact that he passed away, that alone was enough to tear me up more than I could let out. The man, my father, has hurt me more than anyone else should, and the fact that I knew that I couldn’t do anything about it was something that killed me as I thought of it. The lack of respect, a

Eleanor: Killian froze for a second before sitting up, still inside me, and he looked me in the eye. The safety that I felt and the comfort that he was ensuring that I went through was one that I was never going to forget. And the way that he looked at me told me that he was making sure that I was with him, body and soul, he wanted me connected with him. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer before connecting his lips with mine as he thrust deeper inside me. My heart raced against my ribcage and I wrapped my arms around his neck as my body heated. The two of us pulled away from the kiss and resting my forehead against his, I couldn’t help but purr as my wolf made herself known. His own wolf did the same and I whimpered as I saw his eyes turning to a deep shade of golden. “Fuck…” I whimpered, and he groaned. Both our canines grew, and Killian took a deep breath to control himself, and though a part of me did want him to mark me, I knew that he would have different

Eleanor: I watched as Killian walked inside the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I smiled as he leaned in to kiss my cheek from behind. “Are you okay?” He asked, and I looked down at the pot as I stirred the food. I hummed in response, not wanting to talk to him, as I fought the reaction to move away from his touch, not wanting him to touch me. The door opened, and I turned to look at Natasha as she walked inside the kitchen. My chest ached and the air felt tight around me, and I knew that I had to get out of here before I said something that was going to end up costing me more than I could afford. To both Killian and Natasha. I put the spatula down and turned to face my mate before kissing his cheek. The last thing that I needed or wanted was to argue with them right now. The anger and pain that I felt after the way that she treated me were indescribable, but I knew better than to let my anger out when it was at its peak. “Are you okay, malyshka?” Killian asked,

Eleanor: Both Killian and I walked out of the room and I couldn’t help but feel my chest aching with each step that we took toward the garden. The pack members were shifting and I knew that I didn’t belong here with them right now. To say the least, each one of them had their part, I wouldn’t be doing more than just watching them from a distance, and therefore, I didn’t really understand what the need behind me coming was. “Eleanor…” “Killian, you know that I am not needed here right now.” I said, and he shook his head in assurance. “Not only are you needed, but you are the most important member here right now.” He said, his voice softening as he looked me in the eye. “I know that you are upset about not shifting and I know that you don’t want to associate in that, but the two of us know that the presence of the pack’s Luna is always important, wolf or not, it means a lot to me,” “But…” “I’m right here by your side, okay?” He whispered in assurance. My heart ached as I found mys

Eleanor: I woke up with a smile on my face as my heart swelled as so many emotions filled me. The feeling of contentment and peace was the main one of them. Killian, who was asleep by my side, had his arm wrapped around my waist, and I couldn’t help but find myself feeling small in comparison to him. The man could easily crush me if he wanted to, and yet, I knew that he was treating me as a precious jewel that he was afraid of scratching. It was something that amazed me especially after all the hell that I went through in my life. “You’re awake,” he stated, catching me off guard, and I blushed as I realized that he was awake. His eyes were closed despite that, and I couldn’t help but admire his features as I looked up at him before he opened his eyes to meet mine. My body was pressed against his, and the fact that we were in the bedroom and that I was wearing his shirt didn’t slip my mind. I didn’t even know what time it was, but I still couldn’t process whether what I went through