Chapter Eleven

My eyes are locked onto Killian’s as he walks past where Beatrice and May are still glaring at me. He stops a few inches away from me, his cool, sharp smell washing over. I always loved the way he smelled.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Killian asks me lowly. “If you back down now, we can still work all this out.”

There are so many emotions swimming around in his eyes; guilt, regret, longing. It almost makes me want to put a stop to this whole thing right now. I can’t do this, I can’t leave my pack and my husband. There are too many unknowns at play here. I still haven’t figured out where I am going to go after this, and I am with my pup. Is this actually the best move?

But then I hear a noise of disapproval from May, and my eyes meet her’s.

No.

I can’t fall for it. Think of how you felt when you caught them in the act. Think of how it felt to hear Killian say you were just another hole for him to fuck.

Killian has lost his respect for me and this marriage, there was nothin