The moment we stepped into the boutique, I already spotted a few familiar faces, pack members who lived scattered across the city but never, missed a biannual meeting. They stood straighter the second they saw me, eyes widening just a little before they bowed in quiet respect.
But then their gazes shifted.
To her.
To Liana.
I felt her tense beside me. She noticed it too,.the way their eyes lingered just a little too long, the way a few of them narrowed their gaze slightly like they were trying to figure out who the hell she was. Because they knew Cynthia. Cynthia had walked these halls. She had stood beside me before. But this… this was someone new.
A stranger.
A woman with no title. No announcement.
Yet she was standing at my side like she belonged there.
“This is my woman,” I said simply, my hand resting on the small of Liana’s back as we walked deeper into the store.
They nodded again, murmuring soft greetings, but the confusion was still there. Still written across their faces. Jared, the boutique manager, a young but loyal pack member, hurried over and asked what we needed.
“She needs a dress for tonight,” I said. “Something that makes every other woman in the room wish they were her.”
Jared grinned. “Right this way, alpha. We just got in a new selection, imported, rare fabrics, high-end pieces. She’ll love it.”
As he turned and began walking, Liana leaned closer to me. “They’re staring.”
“Let them,” I murmured. “They’ll understand soon.”
We were almost at the private section when I heard it
Low whispers.
“She’s not Luna Cynthia… who is she?”
‘She’s marked.”
“What?”
“I saw it. On her neck. A bite. His mark.”
“He never marked Cynthia.”
“Never?”
“Not even once. But this woman? He marked her. She’s his.”
They weren’t even trying to hide it well. But it didn’t matter. The second they realized what that mark meant, their posture changed. Every single one of them bowed a second time. This time, deeper.
“Luna,” they murmured.
Liana froze just a little. I looked at her face, shocked. She didn’t expect it. Not now. Maybe not ever.
She glanced up at me like she needed confirmation, and I just gave her a tiny nod.
“Yes,” I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. “You’re mine. and they know it now.”
They took us to a private section, one not open to the public. I could already tell from the way Liana’s eyes widened that she knew this was not your average boutique.
She moved to the first rack and ran her fingers across a silky deep red gown, but the second she saw the price tag, she dropped it so fast you’d think it burned her fingers.
“Nope,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Are these clothes made of gold or what?”
I laughed, watching her like I always did-like she was the only thing worth looking at. “Pick whatever you want, angel. I’ve got it all under control.”
She turned her head slowly, giving me a look that screamed ‘Are you serious right now?’
“Killian, this one costs more than my life savings.”
“Exactly why you shouldn’t be saving,” I muttered under my breath, then louder, “Liana, I brought you here for a reason. Don’t look at the price. Just find what makes you feel like you own the room.”
She blinked, still a bit skeptical, but nodded. Slowly. Then she went back to the rack and picked out a few more dresses, holding them up to her frame while biting her lip.
“Try them all,” I told her.
She did.
One after the other, she walked out of the dressing room and stood there awkwardly while I sat on the plush couch flipping through a fashion magazine like I gave a damn about what was inside. Truth was, I didn’t. My eyes were on her.
“How about this one?” she asked, stepping out in a tight midnight blue gown that hugged every single curve of her body.
My mouth went dry.
“Hot,” I said, barely managing the word.
She blushed, looking down at herself. “Too much?”
“Not even close.”
She turned around and went back in. Then came out in the second dress, a silver one with a thigh slit that could ruin a man’s self-control if he wasn’t careful. I was hanging on by threads.
But it was the third one that did it. A wine-colored, strapless piece that pushed up her breasts and cinched her waist in the most sinful way.
My entire body reacted. Fast.She stepped out slowly, as if unsure.
“This is… I don’t know, maybe too sexy,” she said quietly.
Too sexy? Hell, it was lethal.
I looked around quickly, and when I saw the attendant had walked to the far corner of the room, pretending not to watch us like the good little pack member he was, I stood up.
“Killian-” she started, but I was already closing the space between us.
She stepped back into the changing room, probably thinking she’d try one last dress, but I followed her in before the curtain even swayed back into place.
She turned around fast. “What are you-“
I didn’t let her finish.
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