I nodded once, not recognizing her surname but assuming she had to be mated to someone high up to be interacting with Charlie so freely. "It is lovely to meet you as well." The tallest of the women continued to glare my way. I could feel her stare burning into the side of my head as the other wome
Natalie's P.O.V. My chest was burning as I made my way around the ballroom. The need to hide away was getting stronger with each passing moment that Killian remained absent. Every time I walked past a woman who would send me a side-eye, I had to wonder if she had been sleeping with my mate too. Ho
Natalie's P.O.V. Even when I had watched him murder one of my pack members, I had never heard him sound so angry. It put the fear of the Goddess right into me. "No," Killian growled out, and I turned to glare at him and his glowing red eyes. He had no right to tell me what to do or where I would s
Natalie's P.O.V. I felt a pain in my chest as I realized that he was only seconds away from admitting that he had made a mistake by choosing me and sending me back home. If he did, I could live with it, but I was also frozen with a deep panic that I wouldn't ever feel his arms around me again or ge
Killian's P.O.V. I wanted to wrap her up in my arms and carry her off to bed. Even better, I wanted to carry her to the shower, so I could strip her of her gown and touch her until she could only gasp my name. Goddess! That was the sweetest sound of my life. I adored the way she cried out for me a
It was something that I didn't do for anyone. But for her, now I would. She deserved a man who would cherish her, and I would do better to be that for her. I had been so focused on not being weak like my father that I had forgotten to be strong for my mate. She stepped out of the dress, placing her
Natalie's P.O.V. I had woken up alone before. I had woken up with him holding me. But this morning, I woke up to a gentle kiss on my lips as he whispered goodbye. My sleepy heart began to race instantly, hammering away in my chest at the sweet moment. When he wanted to be, the man could be smooth.
Natalie's P.O.V. The butterflies in my stomach swarmed the closer I walked toward Killian's office. I had trained. I had showered. Now, I wanted a minute of my man's time. The large stained glass mural that depicted the origin story of the Lycans took my breath away each time I saw it. But as I wa