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
Us. I felt myself internally swoon at the word and bit my lower lip to hide the ridiculous smile that was threatening to break free. His hand patted his thigh as his heated stare roamed over my body. The confidence that flooded my body as I moved around his desk obediently encouraged me to be bold
"Is everything okay?" I asked, feeling nervous but calm at the same time as I came down from my high. A high that only he could bring me to. "If you didn't like this, we can always take advantage of your desk next time." My statement caused his shoulders to relax as he let out a chuckle, but there
Natalie's P.O.V. I was grateful that Killian let us take the cars. I didn't want to be carried again, whether it was like a sack of flour or cradled to his chest. It made me feel weak, and I didn't want to return to my family and be seen as anything other than a queen. My eyes were locked on the p