Her Second Moon
After his fated mate died, Alpha Killian Thorne spent ten years resenting me.
I was the Omega healer he never chose—bound to him by duty, not love.
A substitute. A scar on a bond neither of us asked for.
No matter how deeply I healed his wounds, no matter how quietly I stayed by his side, all he ever said was:
“If you really want to please me, Clara… then disappear.”
But when death came charging, it wasn’t I who fell.
He did.
Bleeding out in my arms, Killian looked at me one last time and whispered:
“If only I’d never met you…”
At the funeral, his mother wept.
“He should’ve been with Selena. I never should’ve let him mate with you.”
His father’s glare cut through me.
“Killian saved you three