Bright. Glowing. Like a powerful Queen.
A massive white wolf.
I didn’t even pause. I lunged.
I leapt at the scarred man, my claws digging into his chest as he let out a weak groan. I didn’t stop there. I clawed at him again. And again. Blood sprayed. He couldn’t even scream properly. His mouth opened but no sound came out.
I turned to the next one. The bald man.
And Clawed.
And Ripped.
They tried to twist away, but they were tied, hanging, helpless. I dug my nails into his skin, slicing down his back. He jerked. His whole body trembled.
The third one, the one with locks and dirty teeth, nearly passed out after I was done with him.”Keep him awake,” Killian ordered. And just like that, one of the men injected him with something that forced his eyes open.
They weren’t going to die today.
They were going to suffer.
I was breathing heavily now, the floor slick with blood, my fur drenched. I turned back to Cynthia. I hadn’t even touched her yet, and she was already shivering. Her legs were trembling. She had pissed on herself.
Good.
Let the fear crawl through her the same way pain once crawled through me.
And just as my body started shifting back, Killian was already by my side. I wasn’t even fully human yet when I felt something warm and thick wrap around me. A thick, soft blanket. He threw the blanket around my body, shielding every inch of skin like he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone seeing me naked, not even for a second. His eyes burned with possessiveness, ready to rip out the eyes of anyone who dared to look.
Then, without a word, he scooped me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest like I needed protecting even after everything I’d just done.
“Killian, I’m fine,” I muttered, rolling my eyes a little, even though the warmth of his body felt good. “You don’t have to carry me like I’m about to faint or something.”
“You just shifted for the first time,” he said, his voice low, serious. “Let me take care of you.”
I sighed and leaned my head against his chest.
He carried me past the hanging bodies, those three men barely breathing, soaked in their own blood. Cynthia was still there, trembling, her body limp like it couldn’t take much more. Her eyes locked with mine.
Killian paused. “You still want to deal with her?” he asked, nodding in her direction.
I looked at her, really looked at her.
She was shaking like a weak, scared animal. Her lips were cracked, one of her eyes was swollen, and her body, though not as bloodied as the men, was clearly on the edge. Cynthia fucking Stone, the woman who used to strut around like she was untouchable, was now hanging like a piece of meat, too weak to even lift her head properly.
I scoffed. “Look at her,” I said flatly. “She’s already pathetic.”
“You sure?” Killian asked. “Because I can make sure she suffers if that’s what you really want.”
I shook my head. “I mean, yeah, I wanted to. I wanted to be the one to drag her to hell and back. I wanted to break her the way she tried to break me. But now…” I glanced at her again. “She’s already pathetic.”
“She whipped you, Liana,” Killian said. “Seventy times. Told those men to rape you. Tried to kill you.
“I know. Trust me, I remember.” My voice dropped. “But thanks to whatever healing power I have now, my body barely even carries a mark. Hers? Her wounds aren’t healing. And I can see it, she’s going to live with it, day after day. I don’t even need to touch her for her to hurt.”
Killian stared at me, then nodded slowly.
“She’s all yours,” I told him. “Do whatever the hell you planned to do with her. The ones I wanted to handle… I already did that. And it felt good watching them bleed.”
“You’re sure?” he asked again.
I nodded. “Yeah. I’m sure.”
Without another word, Killian turned toward the exit, still carrying me. Even as we walked past the police officers each and every one of them bowed in respect. Real, genuine respect.
Then he turned to Logan, Steve, and the chief of police. “Wrap everything up,” Killian ordered, his voice firm. ” Take them all to the cell. We’re done here.”
“Yes Alpha.” They all replied in unison while Killian carried me to his car and drove off.
LIANA’S POV
One week later…
“Killian, stop!” I laughed, throwing a splash of water straight at his face while backing away quickly, my wet feet making little squeaking sounds on the tiled floor as I ran across the massive bathroom in his mansion.
Yeah… We had finally returned to Killian’s house a few days ago after setting everything straight back home. My dad giving us his full blessing and my stepmom, God, their blessing meant everything to me, their blessing on our relationship made everything feel complete. We were finally where we were supposed to be. Back home. Ryan had returned to his main school, and he was settling in fine. Killian had been busy with campaign meetings, and I was… well, trying to remember how to live a normal life again. Or, at least, as normal as life could get when your mate was the front-runner in the Alpha King election, and you were apparently the long-lost daughter of a legend.
Yeah. That part.
Since the warehouse incident, the news had spread like wildfire. Everywhere I went, eyes followed me, not with fear or judgment like before, but with this overwhelming kind of reverence. Like people saw me and didn’t just see Killian’s mate anymore, they saw Alpha Emilia’s daughter. The daughter of the legendary Alpha who had once ruled with unmatched strength and respect. And not just any daughter, I carried her aura, her strength, her eyes, her presence. I was her heir, even though her pack had dissolved years and years ago.
And now, the werewolf council wanted to see me.
Why wouldn’t they? Their top candidate had a fated mate who happened to be the daughter of the most respected female Alpha in werewolf history. Killian said it was because they were curious, but I could tell it was more than that. They wanted to see me, evaluate me, understand who exactly I was and what kind of asset I could be.
Killian had already shot to the top of the rankings again, his competitors couldn’t even breathe in his lane anymore. And while they were out there struggling to show off their mates or trying to prove fertility or strength, I had already given Killian an heir. Ryan. And now with my bloodline, Killian’s chances were no longer chances, they were guarantees.
But all of that… all of that was for later.
Because right now, I was in the middle of a water fight with a fully naked, ridiculously sexy, cocky-as-hell man named Killian who had barged into the bathroom while I was about to take a normal bath.
“Killian!” I screamed, laughing as I bent and picked up the hand shower, twisting it sharply toward him and releasing a full spray of icy water.
He didn’t even flinch.
Instead, his smirk widened, and the next thing I noticed was the way his cock started hardening almost instantly, as if my cold water was a damn aphrodisiac.
“You’re unbelievable,” I muttered, trying not to laugh again as I dropped the showerhead and made a dash across the room, trying to escape before he could reach me.
But I wasn’t fast enough.
Killian caught me just before I reached the far end of the bathroom. His strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind and in a second, he turned me and pinned me against the wall, his hands warm and wet and absolutely unbothered by the water dripping from both of us.
He leaned in to kiss me, but I twisted my face to the side, avoiding his lips with a teasing smirk.
He raised a brow and tilted his head. “Really? You’re going to run around naked in front of me and then not let me kiss you?”
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