Killian's POV. I hadn’t slept well in days. Not since Rowan had stared me down in that dorm, not since he had dared to call me out, to challenge me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him...smirking, calm, daring me to move, daring me to act. Mine. Mine, and yet… I hated him.Leading him and the other heirs through the forest again, every step was calculated. Not about training, not about showing off. It was about control. Protection. My wolf coiled tight in my chest, muscles flexing. Every nerve screamed at me to strike, to claim, to crush any sense of arrogance in him.He walked beside me, shoulders squared, calm, unbothered. That damned wolf energy of his...the same one that had set me off in the dorm...radiated now, even here in the open woods. He moved like he belonged. Like nothing could touch him.I ground my teeth. That ease, that confidence...it was dangerous. Too dangerous. And I knew it. The girls would notice. They already were. He didn’t care. Calm, teasing, magnetic… an
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