—Lena— Jeremy dropped me off at home the next day, but he couldn't stay because he had an important meeting to attend. As I walk into my home, I keep staring at my ring. I can't believe I'm engaged, I'm so happy I never thought I would get to a place where I could be happy again. I walk into the living room and call out Kate's name but she doesn't answer. She must be at the firm already. I get ready for work and drive to the firm. As I'm about to head into my office, Eric yanks my hand toward him so fast my body jerks forward, crashing into his. “Oh-em-gee,” Eric screeches like a hyena on crack. “Lena, this is a Harry Winston princess-cut diamond. I need a total replay. What were you wearing? What was he wearing? The speech… oh, did he get down on one knee?” Catching his breath he sits on the chair, crossing his legs in anticipation. I replay the entire night to him and even re-enact the proposal part. Kate walks
—Lena— Me and Kate finally arrive home and I'm still in shock Killian is really here in New York. And the nerve of him trying to apologize after all these years, after everything that's happened. Kate places her hand on my shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?" I turn around and smile reassuringly at her. "Yea I am, just a little shaken up. He took me by surprise." "Should we tell Jeremy?" Kate asks. "No, I don't want this causing problems between the two packs. Now that he knows I'm with Jeremy he'll leave me alone." Kate looks at me with doubt in her eyes. "Fine if he doesn't leave me alone I'll tell Jeremy. But right now I just want to focus on the charity dinner next week." —Killian— I sit at the table trying to concentrate on the business meeting. It’s impossible. I need to take care of things, and my mind has questions that require answering. How the fuck did this happen? Out of all the places in
—Lena— We arrive at the ball at six on the dot. The street is crowded, lined with limousines and luxury vehicles worth more than my apartment. Flashes are going off right, left, and center. The paparazzi are scurrying around like rats up a drainpipe snapping away at those who pose on the red carpet. As we walk through the large doors, we’re blown away by the sight of it all. The grand ballroom is enormous. Its size big enough to hold all of the elite in New York City and then some. The tall ceilings are covered in rows of draped sheer organza fabric, creating a medieval feel with a modern twist. A large chandelier hangs from the middle, its crystals reflecting the light which shimmers on the dance floor. Scattered across the room are artificial trees with the branches draped in fairy lights. We sit ourselves down as Jeremy places his arm around my chair, drawing me in closer. He smells fantastic. “You look amazing tonig
—Killian— I spent the short limousine ride chatting with Brooke. It turns out she’s the daughter of one of the politicians from Long Island. Great, just what I need, more media scrutiny. Adriana sure knows how to pick them. We arrive at the ball, red carpet swarming with paparazzi. We follow the crowd, hoping to avoid the craziness. Unfortunately, I’m not so lucky. “Mr. Kelly, over here,” one of the paparazzi yells. I take my cue, posing, then the media frenzy follows. The bulbs keep flashing, blinding my normally perfect vision. "Killian, who are you wearing?” “Are you and Brooke Henley an item?” “Is it true the Kelly Group is in a bidding war to buy—?” Adriana shakes her head with annoyance and impatiently drags me into the building. I scan the room, bored with the conversation between Brooke and her mother about dresses and designers. Across the ballroom, I notice a young guy checking me out, making it bla
—Killian— I stagger back in shock, my back hitting the wall, I can't believe what I'm hearing. "What do you mean Lena never cheated on me. Tell me the truth, the whole truth." My wolf growls and my fangs come out. She takes a step back seeing how agitated I am. "It all started as a joke. As soon as you found out Lena was your mate you dropped Mari like she was nothing. So the week before you kicked her out when you found out that all flip shifters that have been born through the years that if their mothers were omegas they were bound to die. So Mari definitely thought that you were coming back to her but you didn't. You then decided that you were ok without having kids." She takes another step away from me. "And I couldn't let you do that. Since we were little I've known how much you wanted kids and Mari is a Luna she can give you kids. So me and Mari paid a man to kiss Lena while she was at the store in town and those were the pictures t
—Lena— MEMORIES "You know for someone whose last words to me three years ago was that you never wanted to see me again, you keep showing up a lot lately." Just as he opens his mouth, Eric practically throws himself between us. “Killian, thank you so much for sorting the door for us.” What? How can Killian get us in, and when did Eric become best buds with him? I need to escape this torture, and scanning the room in panic, my thoughts to exit via the back door are foiled when Eric grips onto my arm, predicting my escape. “Lena, did you know Killian owns this place? I mean, seriously, how hot is this club.” A wide smirk appears on Killiam’s face. I’m ready to kill Eric with my bare hands. Didn’t his parents teach him not to play with fire? “Good evening, Mr. Kelly.” The bartender is quick to attend to Killian. “What’ll it be?” “A round of tequila shots, Dylan. Can you send t
—Lena— OH FUCK!....WHAT HAVE I DONE. I want to give him all of me and take everything he has to give me—three years’ worth of suppressed sexual desire. And foolishly, I want him to taste the forbidden fruit. Poison him with just one bite. He greedily sucks my lips while tugging on my hair, then continues kissing down my neck until his mouth is on my breasts. A groan escapes his beautiful lips as he sucks the left one hard while pinching the right nipple, then quickly alternating. I’m lost, drowning in a pool of pleasure. My hands are running through his hair, guiding his head as he tastes me. As I open my eyes to watch him, the sparkle in my ring nearly blinds me. Like a splash of cold water, reality is staring at me, judging me for my poor decisions. I push him away, creating distance. “Fuck you, Killian. You don’t own me,” I shout with uneven breaths. “I’m taking back what’s mine.” He latches onto my wai
—Killian— Fuck i shouldn't have acted like that i pushed too far too soon. I should've known that a fast approach wasn't the way to go, not after the way I hurt her. But I can't help myself whenever she's close my body calls out to her and I know she feels it too. But she doesn't want to that's why she's pushing me away. How dare she assume I’m just like everyone else. I might have been young and foolish, but I loved her like no other man could. I’ve fucked-up so many times that I’ll admit now, I just need a final chance to make things right. Until she tells me tonight’s all one big mistake. You’re nothing to me. I’m marrying him. I lean against the wall, willing her hurtful words to stop. The lack of her presence is leaving a huge ache inside me, rubbing the self-inflicted wound inside my chest. I need to let her go, just for tonight. Maybe I’m pushing her, but I don’t know what else to do. She isn’t a business deal, and