All Chapters of Forbidden Mated To My Mother's Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Killian POVThe bond doesn't hit me slow, like a calm tide; it crashes into me full force, blinding and suffocating. One breath was all it took. One step too close.The scent wraps around me like smoke and storm. It's thick, wild and impossible to ignore. It slides down my throat and burns my lungs, it's sharp, sweet and undeniably hers.My wolf rips forward so fast that my vision blurs, and I brace a hand against the wall behind her to keep myself from falling.This shouldn’t be happening.She's standing here in front of me in nothing but a thin nightdress. Her chest is rising and falling too fast, and her eyes are so wide and stunned but shining with confusion and something else she doesn't say out loud.But I know, and my wolf also knows. He's chanting the same word over and over.Mate.The word echoes through every bone in my body, loud, final and absolute.Every part of me wants to fight it, and I should right? But the scent, Veil, the scent is like nothing I've ever experienced.

Aurora POVFor a long while after he’s left, I don’t move. I just stand here alone. The bond pulses through my chest like a second heartbeat, thudding in deep, quiet waves. I can still feel his touch where his hands were, where his lips brushed.Keeping my back pressed to the wall, I try to breathe but my hands won’t stop shaking. Everything in me feels like it’s on fire.How can something that feels like that be a curse?The moment he touched me, everything changed. I didn’t have to guess; I just knew, and so did he.His hands, voice, and even the way he pressed into me like he was losing control all prove he felt it. The worst part is that he wanted it. He craved to touch me, to do so much more.The only issue is he walked away before I could get my mind in a place to ask what happens now?Sucking in a breath, I force my legs to move and I walk back to my room. Every step though is heavy. My thoughts are a mess, completely tangled with things that I’m not ready to understand.I coll

Killian POVThe meeting is already tense before I even step foot inside the chamber. Caelan and his two Beatas are seated beside each other at the long table. They are postured like kings in waiting, as if the outcome is a formality and not a negotiation. They look comfortable and confident, too confident, then again, they don't know the reason behind this meeting yet.Two elders are already seated, Elder Brannick and Elder Ysa. Neither of them speaks when I enter, they know this isn't a conversation for small talk. Not when we're meeting here. It's a reckoning. One that's been building since the moment I caught Aurora's scent in the hallway, and everything I thought I could control shattered in my hands.Taking my seat at the head of the table, the one that belongs to Nightwind's Alpha, the one I've held for over a decade, I let my gaze cut to Caelan. I don't speak, I let the silence stretch on just long enough for his smile to falter.“We’re not going through with the bond and the m

AuroraI keep my eyes closed, not because I’m afraid, but because seeing the room would make it all too real. This room is set up for me. The wall are lined with soft candlelight and scented smoke fills my lungs.The bed beneath me has been dressed in ivory silk as if the beauty of the room can soften what's about to happen.I can feel the oil on my skin, still warm where the elder priestess brushed it along my thighs, across my chest, then down my arms. They told me to lie still, to open myself to the ritual, and to make myself ready in both mind and body.This is tradition, it's the first step before the claiming and marriage, and so, I obeyed.My hand moves slowly between my legs, my fingers slick with heat and trembling slightly. I’m supposed to think of Caelan and I’m meant to imagine the weight of him over me, the way he’ll touch and bite and mark me as his.The issue is, no matter how hard I try to summon his face, it doesn’t come, and all I see is someone else, Killian. The sh

Aurora POVHis mouth stays on mine, it's like he's wanting to drink in every whimper and gasp I make, swallowing each one like something he wants to savor it for later.I'm not used to this, to the way his tongue moves with devastating control, as if he's coaxing and claiming me. I'm not used to the way that his fingers never relent, he's not going too fast or deep, just enough to drive me mad with need.Each touch is maddeningly light as he strokes inside me with a lazy rhythm that has my thighs tense around his wrist. My breaths come in shallow, trembling bursts. My hips thrust up, chasing more from him, as I silently beg him to give me what my body is screaming for.He doesn't, though, he pulls back just enough to smirk against my lips, it's a cruel twist of his mouth that sends a shiver straight through me."You thought I'd let you come just because your body is begging for me?" he whispers, his voice like silk. "You thought surrender would make this easy?"My mouth opens to speak