Killian's POVI groaned loudly as the incessant pounding in my head reverberated through my skull. This is the consequence I despise when I indulge in excessive drinking, seeking solace in numbing my problems. But the morning aftermath brings not just a severe headache, but also a daunting array of unresolved issues waiting to be confronted.Last night, I stayed up late, allowing memories of Ginni to resurface. It was a tumultuous mixture of emotions that I had been diligently suppressing. I found myself reliving the tender moments we shared, drowning in the warmth of our love. Yet, simultaneously, I was overwhelmed by the anguish and sorrow that engulfed me when I lost her. It was a tormenting cycle, an endless loop of happiness and pain, ceaselessly repeating.Opening my eyes, I surveyed my surroundings, only to be greeted by the sun's radiant rays. Startled, I quickly sat upright in bed. What in the world? Why was it already so bright? Ever since Ginni 's passing, I've grown accust

Yifa's POVI knelt there, my gaze fixed on nothingness, while my mind spun in a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to make sense of what had just unfolded before me. Could he truly have done that to me, treating me as if I were a mere rogue or slave?I raised my hands and examined them intently, before bringing them up to my nose. With closed eyes, I took a deep breath, relishing in the gentle smile that formed on my lips as his scent wafted through the air—notes of pine trees and the refreshing essence of rain. Even my wolf, filled with joy, wagged its tail. Finally, our mate had shown us a glimmer of affection, a beacon of hope amidst the turbulent trials we had endured due to his hurtful words and actions in recent days.However, our moment of solace was short-lived, abruptly shattered when he declared that he would never harbor any affection for me or acknowledge me as his own. Those words pierced deep within me, coming from the very person who was supposed to be my mate. To hear such

Author's POVAs they quietly strolled along the corridors, Yifa 's face lit up with an uncontainable smile. Despite feeling a twinge of embarrassment from spilling the coffee earlier, an overwhelming sense of happiness enveloped her. Her mate, Killian , was displaying a level of care and affection that brought her immense joy. Witnessing her hunger, he selflessly shared their food, emphasizing his concern for her well-being. When he noticed her exhaustion, he immediately allowed her to rest on the couch, without hesitation, despite the demands he had placed on her throughout the day.Although she couldn't completely shake off the lingering sting of his hurtful words, the ones where he claimed that nobody would want her, or that he would never be attracted to someone like her, there was a sense of consolation in his actions. It was undeniably painful, yet it felt as if he was trying to make amends by nourishing her and providing her with much-needed rest.He generously allowed her amp

"Excuse me, what are you all doing here?" Killian 's voice was laced with a frigid tone as he confronted the group of girls who seemed oblivious to his approach, lost in their idle chatter. The anger pulsated within Killian , impossible to contain, upon discovering that the rogue had once again slipped out of his room without waiting for him or seeking permission.The steam from the bathroom had done little to quell his mounting fury, amplified by the lingering scent of the alpha on the woman. It was evident that she had spent the previous night with the same alpha. Killian acknowledged his own responsibility for instructing the rogue to leave after their altercation in the bathroom, yet he couldn't fathom why she had chosen to stay with another alpha.Deep down, he understood that he shouldn't care or allow anger to consume him. After all, they were not involved in a romantic relationship, and the rogue had every right to engage with whomever she pleased. Despite this logical knowled

Yifa 's body stiffened beneath the comforting layers of her covers as a voice pierced the air, inquiring about her actions. A mix of curiosity and trepidation filled her, urging her to peek and identify the speaker. However, a nagging fear whispered in her mind, cautioning that she might encounter someone who would condemn her for what could be interpreted as intrusive behavior. Consequently, she instinctively sought refuge under the protective embrace of the King's bed covers."I asked you what you're doing. Who are you?" the voice persisted, its feminine timbre resonating with an unwavering determination. Caught in this predicament, Yifa recognized that honesty was her only escape route. After all, what other explanation could she offer? Admitting that she had been cleaning the King's bed seemed plausible, but then the interrogator would undoubtedly question why she chose to recline upon it instead of standing dutifully beside it. The truth was glaringly apparent, making any attemp