Killian’s POVI pace the length of my room, my thoughts consumed by nothing and no one but Elaine. Her image haunts me: the way she looked last night, vulnerable yet defiant, her presence stirring something deep within me. I had to leave her alone this morning; staying would have made things awkward. We were both drunk, after all. But I wasn't that drunk. I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew where I wanted to stop. I know what I want. I wanted to have a taste, to tap into that same darkness of hers that matches mine. As I walked away from her this morning, her scent still lingered on my skin, a constant reminder of the boundary I almost crossed. My mind races, replaying every moment, every touch, every breath.It’s a wonder no one has stopped me and asked why I scent like Elaine. Leah must be drunk somewhere too because I haven’t seen her since yesterday. Not even at the party. I clench my fists, frustration boiling over. Damn it. Thank the goddess I stopped when I did, or fuck,
Elaine’s POV I lie in bed after Riley dropped me off, staring at the ceiling and letting the events of the previous night swirl through my mind. Riley had invited me to play basketball, but I declined, needing the solitude to process everything. The bed feels cool and empty, a stark contrast to the heat and intensity of last night.I close my eyes, trying to piece together the fragmented memories. The way Killian looked at me, the way his touch sent shivers down my spine. There was a connection, a dark pull between us that I couldn't ignore. He couldn’t either. As much as I try to focus, the details remain hazy, blurred by the alcohol and the overwhelming emotions.The room is quiet, save for the distant sounds of life continuing outside. I can almost hear Riley's laughter and the rhythmic bounce of the basketball. But here, in the silence of my room, it's just me and my thoughts. I replay every moment I can remember, the way Killian’s hands felt on my skin, the intensity in his e
Elaine’s POV Monday rolled in too fast, dragging me from the haze of my weekend into the harsh light of a new week. I had hoped to spend more time wallowing in the memory of that night, replaying the sensation of coming more than twice in a single encounter—something I had never experienced before. It was as if my body had come alive in ways I hadn't known possible, and now, every nerve seemed to buzz with the memory of Killian's touch.The memory of his hands on my body, his mouth on mine, kept me awake through the nights, and I found myself replaying every detail. The way his breath had hitched when I moaned, the almost feral look in his eyes as he pushed me to the brink again and again, and the raw intensity that had burned between us. Each time I tried to distract myself, his image would invade my thoughts, leaving me restless and yearning for more. As Monday approached, a sense of dread settled in my stomach. The thought of seeing Killian again filled me with a mix of fear an
Killian’s POV I walked down the bustling school corridor, Jake and Orlo flanked me, deep in conversation about our next mission. The task was significant: closing down the borders for a few months to complete the renovations and projects my brother had initiated. Jake, always the strategist, was outlining the logistics while Orlo chimed in with his own insights."We need to ensure that the security measures are watertight," Jake said, his voice low but intense. "No one gets in or out without our knowledge."Orlo nodded in agreement. "And we have to coordinate with the local leaders to minimise any disruptions. It’s going to be a delicate balance."I nodded, my mind half-absorbed in the conversation, but my attention was drawn to a familiar presence. As we approached her locker, I saw Elaine standing there, her back turned to us. She was rummaging through her things, seemingly unaware of our approach. But then, as if she sensed me, she turned around.Her eyes met mine, and I saw the
Elaine’s POV I watched as Killian stormed out of the classroom, his anger palpable, seeming to burn the ground with every step he took. The intensity of his emotions was like a wave crashing over me, making the floor vibrate with tension. His fists were clenched so tightly that I could see the muscles straining under his skin, a testament to the fury he was barely holding in check.It seemed as though the rest of the class was oblivious to the storm that had just passed through. They continued their conversations, laughing and chatting as if nothing had happened. But I felt it. Every fiber of my being was tuned to his anger, the raw power he exuded affecting me deeply.I couldn't tear my eyes away from him as he exited the room, the door swinging shut behind him with a force that echoed through the classroom. The lingering tension in the air was almost suffocating, and I struggled to focus on anything else.It was as if I was the only one who could feel the magnitude of his emotions
Elaine’s POVAfter school, Riley, Orlo, and I made our way to the restaurant Riley had her eye on for a part-time job. It was a cosy, family-run place with a rustic charm, the kind of place where you'd expect warm welcomes and friendly smiles. But as soon as we walked in, I could feel the air change.The manager, a stout man with a greasy apron and a perpetual scowl, glanced up from behind the counter. His eyes landed on me, and I saw his expression darken. "What do you want?" he snapped, not even bothering with pleasantries.Riley stepped forward, her voice polite and hopeful. "Hi, I'm here to inquire about the part-time job you advertised."The manager barely glanced at her. "We're not hiring anymore," he said curtly, his gaze still fixed on me.Riley looked confused. "But I saw the sign outside just this morning."The manager's scowl deepened. "Must have forgotten to take it down. Now, if you don't mind, I'm busy."Orlo, ever the diplomat, stepped in. "Look, we're just here to ask
Killian’s POV Standing outside Elaine’s window, I watched her move around her room, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt like a fucking creep, but I couldn’t help myself. There was something about her that drew me in, something that made it impossible to look away. She was changing into her nightclothes, her back turned to me as she slipped out of her clothes. Her bare skin glowed in the dim light of her room, and my wolf stirred within me, a low growl vibrating in my chest. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay in control. The last thing I needed was to shift and alert her to my presence. I had masked my scent well, ensuring she wouldn’t sense me, but the temptation to let go and reveal myself was almost unbearable.She moved with a grace that was both mesmerising and infuriating. As she pulled on a simple nightgown, my eyes followed every curve of her body, my wolf howling in frustration. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass of the window, trying to steady my brea
Elaine’s POV I lay in bed, my body still and my breathing steady, pretending to be asleep. My eyes remained closed, but my senses were heightened. I could feel Killian outside, his presence like an electric current in the air. He thought he could watch me unnoticed, that I was still that vulnerable human unable to sense him. Jokes on him.Even without opening my eyes, I knew exactly where he was, and could almost see the intensity in his gaze as he watched me. I had felt him the moment he arrived, his energy unmistakable and all-consuming. He thought he was being stealthy, but he underestimated me.I shifted slightly, letting the sheets rustle just enough to be convincing. My mind raced with thoughts of him, the memory of his touch, and the confusion of why he would stalk me like this. What was he hoping to achieve by watching me sleep?Despite my outward calm, my heart was pounding. The thought of him standing outside, watching me, sent a mix of emotions through me—anger, curiosity