Killian’s POV“Are you done with task I gave you?” My voice came out steady and cold, unable to ask for the results directly. Ryder shifted, his silence stretching a second too long. “Not yet,” he admitted, his words clipped, like he hated saying them.My eyes shot up at him in surprise. I had assumed the DNA test results were already in, mistaking Ryder’s gloomy expression for confirmation. But as it turned out, Ryder’s expression had nothing to do with the test — he hadn’t even done it yet. “It’s been... difficult,” Ryder scratched the back of his neck, unable to look at me directly to my eyes. I fixed him with a hard stare. Difficult? This was supposed to be a simple task.“Difficult?” My tone was sharp. “I gave you simple instructions, Ryder. Do it quietly, without anyone knowing. What seems to be the problem about that?” He clenched his jaw, frustration clear in his eyes. “It’s Giselle, she never walks around without her attendants. She’s always guarded and every time I get c
Astrid’s POVMy body ached from the grueling training session I had endured all day. Every muscle felt like a knot, protesting at every slightest movement as I finally prepared to sink into the relief of my bed. Sleeping had been my only source since I arrived to this pack. But just as I began to settle into the covers, my phone buzzed, pulling me sharply back to reality.I frowned when Giselle’s name appeared on the screen. Her message was terse, asking me to come to the Pack garden immediately to deliver the “urgent” papers she had requested earlier. I frowned. Urgent? There had been nothing remotely pressing about those papers when she asked for them this afternoon, though she was in a rush like the world was on fire. Something didn’t sit right. Why the Pack garden? Why now? But I couldn’t ignore her. She’d left me no valid excuse to refuse. Maybe it was important, or maybe I was just too tired to argue with the situation.I shoved my fatigue down and dragged myself out of bed,
Killian’s POVI stood in the Pack garden, surveying the scene Ryder had arranged. The twinkling lights, the candles, and the soft, romantic music of violins floating in the air. I exhaled slowly, feeling a mixture of discomfort and obligation tightening in my chest. This was supposed to be simple — a casual dinner to get Giselle’s DNA sample. But Ryder whom I placed in charge of the arrangements, had gone overboard.‘Overly romantic,’ I thought, resisting the urge to grimace. I had only asked Ryder to make some basic arrangements. I didn’t expect this.Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Giselle approaching, her face lighting up the moment she saw the garden transformed into what could only be described as a romantic haven. She smiled brightly when the musicians appeared seemingly out of nowhere, playing their violins in a melody so delicate it almost made me wince.I tried to push down the discomfort as I pulled out the chair for her, forcing a polite smile as she settled into the s
Killian’s POVI drank my cold water in large gulps, hoping to quell the growing heat inside me, but instead, it seemed to intensify. The cold liquid did nothing to cool the fire surging through my body. Every attempt to shake off the sensation only made it worse, an uncontrollable current of raw desire that left me disoriented. My mind drifted, unwillingly, back to Astrid—her eyes, her presence still lingering in the back of my thoughts. "Killian, are you alright?" Giselle's voice broke through the haze, and I flinched when her hand suddenly touched my arm. The innocent contact sent an unexpected jolt through me, and I pulled back instinctively. Something stirred inside me again, something I didn’t want to acknowledge.I was still sitting across from Giselle, but my body was betraying me in ways I couldn’t control. I could feel her watching me, concern written all over her face, but I couldn’t explain what was happening. I wasn’t sure I even understood it myself."Should we go b
Astrid’s POV“It wasn’t real,” Killian insisted, his voice raw with desperation. “None of it was real.”I stared at him, disbelief burning through me like an unstoppable fire. His words— “none of it was real” —echoed in my head, but I couldn’t bring myself to believe him. Not this time. Not after everything. He couldn’t just say it wasn’t real and expect the pain to disappear. I scoffed, my jaw tightening as the anger simmered just beneath the surface, ready to spill over. “None of it was real?” I repeated, my voice thick with frustration, laced with disbelief. “What, Killian? The dinner? The marriage? You can’t just pretend it doesn’t exist because you suddenly feel guilty!”It was always the same with him. Killian, always trying to backtrack, always trying to explain things away as if a few desperate words could fix everything. As if all the hurt he’d caused could vanish the moment he decided to acknowledge it. He didn’t get to rewrite our history just because he couldn’t face th
Astrid’s POVI moved quickly through the dimly lit hallways, my heart thudding inside my chest with each step. I kept close to the walls, my eyes constantly scanning for ay signs of movement. I had to make sure that no one sees me sneaking around. The last thing I needed is for someone else to find out what happened to Killian or question why I’m sneaking outside my room in the middle of the night. My breath came out in short, shallow bursts as I neared the Omega’s quarters. Thankfully, their quarters remained the same room. So it wasn’t hard to look for them. When I finally reached the door, I knocked softly, barely a sound, but it felt like thunder in the silence of the night. My palms were clammy, and I glanced over my shoulder again, making sure no one had followed me. It would be suspicious if someone caught me here right now. Finally, the door creaked open, reveailing a young Omega woman. Her eyes widened when she saw me standing there. “Miss Astrid!” she exclaimed in su
Astrid’s POVI paused at the doorway, my hand hovering over the handle as I turned back to face her. Anya’s tone was urgent, but the firmness in her gaze sent a shiver down my spine. Something in her eyes made me feel uneasy, as if she was about to reveal something I wasn’t prepared to hear.“Sure,” I replied, my voice barely steady. I shut the door softly before moving to the corner of the room, putting some distance between Killian and us. Anya took a step closer, her face softening ever so slightly. She hesitated for a moment, glancing at Killian—still unconscious on the bed, unaware of the conversation happening around him.Anya looked back at me, her expression solemn. “Miss Astrid,” she began, her voice quiet but laced with emotion. “There’s something you should know. Something Killian hasn’t said, but I believe you deserve to hear.”I frowned, confusion twisting in my chest as I waited for her to continue. “What is it?” I asked, dread creeping into my voice. What could Killia
Killian’s POVI woke up like someone’s pounding at my skull, like a hammer driving through my temples. The dim light in the room didn’t help; it made everything blur together, and I could barely make out my surroundings. With a groan, I pushed myself up from the bed, my muscles stiff, my body protesting with every movement. Pain shot through my head, making me wince. I gritted my teeth, trying to shake off the haze. Before I could gather myself together, I heard the soft patter of footsteps rushing towards. “Alpha, you’re awake!” Anya’s voice cut through the fog, she looked so relieved upon seeing my eyes open. However, worry washed over her when she aw the pain I was in. Her hand hovered near me, hesitant, as if she was debating whether or not to help me sit up. I waved her off, even though my head felt like it was going to split in two. “I’m fine,” I muttered, though it was obvious I wasn’t. The throbbing intensified and I couldn’t help but bring a hand to my forehead, pressi