Killian’s POVI stood in my spacious, well-organized closet, the weight of my responsibilities as the new alpha king bore down on me. I didn’t have the zeal to return to school, but I knew it was necessary. My brother had managed to finish his studies while fulfilling his duties as alpha king, and I needed to set a similar example for my people.I reached for a pair of dark jeans first. The denim was soft but sturdy, providing the comfort and durability I’d need for a long day. They fit perfectly, neither too tight nor too loose, striking a balance between casual and sophisticated.Next, I chose a shirt. I opted for a crisp, white button-up. It was a timeless piece that conveyed a sense of authority and elegance without being overly formal. I rolled up the sleeves to just below my elbows, giving it a more relaxed, approachable feel. The white contrasted nicely with my skin and complemented the dark jeans, making the whole outfit look effortlessly put together.For footwear, I picked
Elaine’s POV I pulled into the garage, the sleek, black car gliding smoothly into the designated spot. The engine’s low hum faded, leaving a heavy silence that filled the space. I gripped the steering wheel, staring ahead at the blank wall, trying to steady my nerves.For a long time, I just sat there, the weight of my new reality pressing down on me. I might be the most powerful werewolf now, but that didn’t erase the anxiety gnawing at my gut. My first day here had been a nightmare—judgmental glares, whispered accusations, and the ever-present tension of being viewed as an outsider, a murderer.I took a deep breath, the scent of leather and the faint lingering aroma of cologne grounding me. My fingers drummed nervously against the wheel. “You can do this,” I muttered to myself. The words felt hollow, but they were something—a small push to get me moving.Finally, I opened the car door and stepped out, my boots echoing against the concrete floor. I grabbed my bag from the passenge
Elaine’s POV As the lecture droned on, I kept my eyes on my phone, trying to maintain the facade of indifference. Suddenly, the girl beside me leaned in and whispered, "Hey, I'm Riley."I glanced at her, surprised and shocked by her timing. I didn’t expect her to talk even though she is sitting next to me. I mean everyone hates me already. She should also hate me because they do. That’s what people do. The teacher's voice continued in the background, but Riley didn't seem to care. She continued, "I used to live here, but I left to take care of my grandma. She passed away recently, so now I'm back after a year."I was taken aback by her openness and the casual way she spoke. "Do you know about me?" I asked quietly, half-expecting the usual judgmental response.Riley chuckled softly, drawing a few curious glances from nearby students and the teacher's attention. "Of course I know about you, Elaine. Everyone does," she said with a smirk, her tone light but genuine.The teacher paused,
Elaine’s POV Riley was a striking presence, her beautiful tanned skin naturally radiant in a way that stood out amidst the pale complexions so common around here. Her dark hair, streaked with vibrant blue highlights, framed her face with a touch of rebellious flair. A tattoo of a dragon coiled gracefully around her neck, its intricate design adding to her allure.Her blue eyes were vibrant and mesmerizing, a stark contrast against her sun-kissed skin. They sparkled with mischief and intelligence, drawing you in with their depth. Her small nose added a delicate touch to her features, while her full red lips stood out, naturally inviting.She was a stunner, no doubt about it. Every aspect of her appearance exuded confidence and individuality, making it hard to look away. As I walked beside her, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of admiration and curiosity about this new, fascinating person in my life.Riley’s outfit was effortlessly stylish and practical, something I immediately admi
Third Person’s POVLeah's gaze bore into the scene at the other table, her eyes narrowed with anger. Orlo, Killian’s supposed best friend, had abandoned their table to join Elaine and that new girl, Riley. It was infuriating to see them laughing and chatting as if they were old friends. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.How dare he leave her like that? After everything they had been through together, he chose them over his own friend. It was a betrayal, a slap in the face. Killian had always been there for him, and this is how he repays him?Leah's jaw tightened as she watched them, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge. She would make them pay for this, especially Elaine. She was the reason for all of this, the reason her life had been turned upside down.With a steely determination, Leah made up her mind. She would not rest until she had brought Elaine and anyone associated with her to their knees. They would regret ever crossing her.Leah's anger boiled w
Killian’s POV Pacing the length of my study, I couldn't shake the image from earlier today. Orlo, my best friend, had done the unthinkable. Instead of joining me at our usual table, he had abandoned it to sit with Elaine and her friend. I ran a hand through my hair, my thoughts a chaotic mix of confusion and anger.What the hell is Orlo thinking? I fumed silently. Why would he do that?I replayed the scene in my mind. Elaine’s laugh, bright and clear, echoed across the cafeteria as Orlo leaned in, clearly engrossed in whatever they were discussing. The ease with which he had joined them, the smile on his face—it all made my blood boil.For what fucking reason? What game is he playing? I wondered, clenching my fists. Orlo had always been my confidant, my closest ally. This sudden shift, this betrayal, was a knife to the heart.I stopped pacing and stared out the window, trying to make sense of it. Though ever since she came into my life nothing really makes much sense. Everything is c
Elaine’s POV I tossed and turned in my sleep, my mind ensnared in a vivid dream. I don’t know how that happened but the dream was so vivid and spot on that I allowed myself to get lost in it. Killian kissed me until I was dazed, boneless against his hardened body. I clung to him when he yanked my knee to his hip, clamping it there. His cock pressed against my belly like a pulsating brand, and I grew wet for it, readying. He used his free hand to grip one of my breasts, leaning down to lick its stiffened tip. I whimpered when he suckled it between his lips, still working that clever tongue, forcing more tension to coil low in my belly. He tended my other nipple in turn, tonguing, sucking, leaving both achy peaks straining for more.Then his hand trailed down to cup me. He slipped his middle finger inside my spread lips, making me moan, “Yes, yes . . .”When he felt how slick I was, a defeated sound broke from his chest and a second finger joined the first to open me. Then he withdre
Killian’s POVI woke up with a start, feeling sweat clinging to my skin and a lingering warmth between my legs. The remnants of the dream I had just experienced still danced vividly in my mind. Despite the discomfort, I knew I had to shake off the lingering sensations and attend to my responsibilities. With a sigh, I dragged myself out of bed and made my way to the shower, the hot water offering some relief as it washed away the remnants of the night. I stood under the cascading water, I couldn't help but replay fragments of the dream in my mind. The intense arousal I had felt seemed so distant now, replaced by a sense of unease and confusion. Though the dream had left me unsettled, I knew I had to push it aside and focus on the tasks that awaited me. With determination, I finished my shower and prepared to face the day ahead, leaving the tantalizing allure of my dreams behind me.I stood under the shower, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream, a part of me longed to crawl