Killian is forced to head home after that, with Marcel almost being tossed aside from Killian's strengths once again.But part of Killian felt he had to come to terms with it; he couldn’t blame anyone but himself, only if he was here and only if he was around when she needed him. Even after she told him to stay home, he didn’t listen to Brynn.And now she is gone.His grief was like a spinning nail, spinning deeper and wounding his heart. The pain grew so bad he wanted nothing but to feel numb, so as he went home, Walden went into his study, instructing everyone to stay out.He walked to his bar, a golden column that stashed his wine and alcohol. He was on the top shelf for whiskey, stringing the bitter taste straight from the bottle and gulping it till he could hardly breathe.He didn’t even bother to return to his room; he couldn’t, not if Brynn’s scent was still everywhere. After he destroyed the room, Evan's scent was still everywhere, so instead he chose to stay here.He drinks f
Damon roared in anguish as Killian slit him on the hand. He couldn’t attack, knowing how strong the Lycan was, and he would be dead in seconds.So he could only watch as Killian retreated, and he clicked onto his bleeding hands, looking back at the helicopter as it left.He could only blame his father in a cursed tone, knowing the plan had only worked halfway and the deeds were not sent to him on time before everything that happened, and now the only person who knew where the other deed was was Ezra and his daughter Brynn.He recalls the moment of the accident, and he was standing at the lower edge of the cliff. The plan was to trick Killian into signing it, then escape the car quietly and quickly before he exploded.But as he listened in over the call, he could tell that Brynn had gotten lost in her bounds and began to fight back at my father, Herron. One thing led to another, and he heard the car’s ignition push forward.Before Damon knew it, he saw the car tumbling down the hill, o
BRYNNWhy?Why do I feel this way? Why do I feel like I'm trapped in a dark room with my thoughts and mind broken into tiny shards and pieces that can’t be fixed?The minute I opened my eyes I knew something was amiss, I felt numb all around and my body ached like I had faked from somewhere.My bones grained from every move I made, and the moment I saw two strangers my mind went on a drive, the other clammier to a doctor while the latter looked at me like he had been waiting.But lost consciousness the moment I tried to think about what happened, only pain and broken memories came back anytime I closed my eyes. And I’ve been like this for the past few days.I was cared out of my mind, cared if the doctor, and I had taken claim to the corner of the room to be my space, curling up here when I had the chance.I haven’t left the room in days I’ve been stuck here, with only the strange handsome man as my companion.At first, I didn’t want to eat the food they brought to me out of doubt, bu
The weeks had passed like a breeze, but to Killian, it felt like a repeating nightmare; every time he woke up to the ghost giggle of Brynn’s voice or when he rolled on the bed to seek her warmth, he was met with an empty cold sheet.Everything didn’t feel right; it hadn’t been since he lost Brynn, and every day he could only go back to those miserable moments and memories unless he drank himself to sleep.And even as Talia came to his home every single day to comfort him, Killian ignored her; he never once let her get close, not after what happened and what she did.And most days he spent his time obsessing if Damon had broken his warning to him, if Damon had left the South Island just once, because his body was hot and heated with blood lust to kill Damon.But for a surprising and unknown reason, Damon had not even tried to leave the island or the pack; instead, he tightened security on it. It pissed Killian off, no doubt, but he never went against Killian's warning. He wondered if h
"Oh yes, ah, ahh!” A woman moaned out as she leaned against the wall with Killian behind her. Grabbing tights in her waistHis cock thrust in and out of her as the girl screamed in delight from sleeping with Killian, with her moans reaching higher with each thrust of his thick length.There was only a distant thump of music that blared out from the VIP room, and even though Killian was in the club right now, he didn’t care.With many bottles of alcohol doused down his throat and his Dick pushed tightly into a female's cunt, he couldn’t want to be anywhere else.It might be the stupid fact that the female he was fucking had the distinct features that Brynn had; her bottle-dyed brunette hair and green eyes gave Killian enough reason for him to bend her over and fuck her against the wall.Her body pressed against it and ass up as she took his hard thrust with no hesitation, and Killian obliged and pushed harder, but in his sunken endeavors, he had started to imagine Brynn's name into the
KILLIANFrom the moment that Marcel had come to take me back home, my mind had gone blank in the car, and I blacked out without knowing it.But right now, why am I seeing her here? Why am I seeing Brynn lying beside me with the feel of crisp white sheets surrounding our bodies as I watch her smile?But the moment I tried reaching out for her, it felt like a dream as she faded. No one was beside me anymore as the nightmare replayed. I found myself on that dreaded cliff, watching as the car ran over the rocks over and over again while I watched in that dreaded storm.It was pure torture for me, from the inside out, yet I could do nothing but watch as Brynn died. "Brynn!” I shouted.My eyes quickly shot open as I was in shock. I quickly sat up from the bed, my body heated and sweaty from the nightmare. Why, just as I was still dreaming of her, was any dream trying so hard to tell me? I wondered.“ fuck..” I muttered, standing up from the bed, even with my rippling hangover that felt like
Marcel wasn’t at all surprised by how the meeting with Killian went. A part of him wanted to investigate it himself, but he hated for Killian to find out through other means before he could even tell him.But he could see the fear and doubt in Killian's eyes, knowing he didn’t want to have hope and let it lead to a dead end. Of course, it’s been three years since she died, and him getting this clue just a few days ago makes it seem unreal.It still felt unreal to Marcel.As he left Killian Study, he couldn’t help but wonder why Talia was in such a good mood, but most of all, he wanted to see the only person who could brighten his mood right now. His lover.But before he could even think of going to see her, Rey came into view, his face scrunched in worry as she watched Marcel come out to see if he studied.“So how did it go? What did he do? Did he take it well?” Ray asked as he got into the same room as Marcel, and they walked away from the study."He wasn’t keen on it, more like he d
BRYNN.Brynn, Brynn.I hear a name calling for me, but every turn I take, it’s always a dead end. I feel like I'm a maze in the mirror, and all my reflections are staring at me with a sick, twisted smile on their faces. They were laughing at me.Mocking me because I didn’t even know myself; I didn’t know who I was. There was just a dark feeling and this feeling of regret heavy on my tongue, and the further I ran to catch this strange figure, the more it shrank.And I was left alone in a dark room. Please, someone, tell me who I am!“Mommy!” I hear my name called by a precious voice as my eyes shoot open, looking beside me to see the joy of my ice looking down at me, confused as to why I seemed so on edge."Hi Mommy,” my beautiful three-year-old Ollie baby boy Kieran says to me as he pulls forward to kiss my cheeks and hug him, the only thing and person weighing me down from not getting lost in my dark thoughts.“hi baby”"Mummy, you are shaking in your sleepy time,” he says worriedly.