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
"Stay here," Killian insisted as his eyes turned black, signaling that someone was mind-linking him. My eyes stayed locked on him as he strode around the front of the car with the confidence of a king, stopping when he reached my door. I sat up straight, lifting my chin just before he pulled open t
Natalie's P.O.V. The door had been ripped clean from the frame and was now leaning up against it as a barricade against the elements. The front window had a large hole in the left side that had webbed through the rest of the glass. I wrapped my arms around my torso as I approached, terrified that
"What do you mean 'found me'? I'm your daughter. I was born into the pack." I insisted. Hearing the words from her mouth made everything clear. I didn't look like them. I didn't act like them. I couldn't shift like them. "No, you're not." She was speaking to me, but I watched as she turned and made
Killian's P.O.V. Her heartbeat was slow, slower than I had expected as I approached the car with my suit jacket over my arm. The bloody handprints left by her mother as she begged for death were sure to stain, but I would burn the fabric later. I had learned long ago not to let anyone get a hold o