99: Werewolf food

Elaine’s POV

I woke up with the first light of dawn filtering through the curtains, the room bathed in a soft, golden glow. For a moment, I lay still, letting the haze of sleep fade away. As clarity returned, so did the memory of last night.

The feeling of strong arms lifting me, the gentle way I was laid down on the bed, and then, the soft kiss Killian had pressed to my forehead. My stomach fluttered at the thought, a mix of surprise and an emotion I couldn’t quite place.

But just as quickly as the warmth filled me, I pushed it away. I sat up, the soft sheets pooling around my waist. My fingers brushed my forehead where his lips had touched, and I frowned. It was too confusing, too conflicting.

Killian’s actions were a stark contrast to everything I knew about him. Sweet? Yes, perhaps. But trust him? No. He was still the Alpha King, and I was still his captive, no matter how gentle his touch had been.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I stood up, determination hardening m