I froze.
Finally.
He was coming.
I let out a breath and for the first time in hours, I let myself fall back into the water, my entire body buzzing with the knowledge that he was on his way.
Because if he didn’t come soon, I wasn’t sure what the fuck I’d turn into next.
ILLIAN’S POV woke up with a pounding headache, and the bitter taste of whisky still clawing at the back of my throat. The light seeping rough the curtains didn’t help. It was stabbing straight into my skull, making my head feel as if it was splitting in two. My tire body was heavy, sore, and I could still smell the perfume of the woman from last night on my sheets. But thankfully, I ad kicked her out. I don’t even remember what I told her. Something crude, I’m sure. She had no business being in my bed. he was never supposed to be there in the first place. ut even that wasn’t what woke me. was the fucking heat. ot the regular kind, the kind that creeps under your blanket, making you sweat under your arms. his one? It was maddening. shot up, throwing the covers off, my body burning like I’d swallowed fire. My cock was hard. Not just hard, it was thick, eavy, throbbing, and worse than anything I’d ever experienced. I had morning wood before, yes, but this… This was >mething else. It felt like my cock was pulsing in sync with some rhythm I couldn’t understand. Like something primal side me was howling for her. For Liana.
‘uck,” I muttered, dragging my palm down my face. “No, no, no. What the hell is this?”
I ignored it. Didn’t even check who it was. I was too far The ringing stopped. Then it started again. And again. “Fuck off!” I shouted. It didn’t stop. gone. miles, my cock still pushing against the fabric, and I finally wrapped a towel around my waist, panting like I’d un ten stomped out of the bathroom. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand. Unknown number. I answered, breath still heavy, hand clenched around the phone. “What?” I barked, more impatient than anything else. But the voice that came through wasn’t what I expected “P-p-please… K-Killian… come to Liana… sh-she n-needs you… please… now My entire body went still. That voice was my stepfather’s. And he sounded terrified. The line cut. I didn’t move at first. Just stood there, frozen, towel barely hanging from my hips, water still dripping from my hair, my cock still aching like hell, but now, suddenly, it didn’t matter anymore. None of it mattered. Because something in his voice… Something in the way he said her name… Something was wrong Very fucking wrong. And she needed me. I didn’t think. Didn’t stop to grab my belt, or even button my damn shirt. I just yanked on my trousers, shoved my arms through the sleeves of the first shirt I could find, keys already in my hand before I even reached the door. I didn’t care how I looked. I didn’t care who saw me. All I knew was that my Liana needed me. And I was going to her. Now. KILLIAN’S POV The second pulled up to the house, something in me to me twisted. My heart was thumping hard against my chest, and I hadn’t even stepped out of the damn car yet. The front door was alwide open, and I didn’t wait for anyone to invite me in. I rushed up the stairs two at a time, my steps loud, urgent, fast. What hit me first wasn’t the heat or the tension. It was the look on their faces. Liana’s dad, my stepdad, and my mom were standing there in the hallway, sweating like they’d just run a marathon. My mom’s hands were shaking as she clutched her phone, and Liana’s dad, a man who once promised to kill me if I came near his daughter again, walked up to me, grabbed my shoulder tightly. “Please… help my daughter,” he whispered, voice cracked, eyes wide with fear. It wasn’t just desperation. It was terror. I stiffened. “What the fuck is going on? What happened to her?” *** My mom stepped closer, her voice trembling. “She’s in heat, Killian. She’s asking for you. Over and over. You’re the only one she’s calling.” I blinked. “In heat?” I looked between their faces, trying to process what she just said. Heat? That didn’t make sense. Liana wasn’t a werewolf. Right? But then I caught the way they looked at each other. As if wondering if they could tell me or not. Without another word, I turned and bolted down the hallway. Her scent hit me before I even reached the room. My knees almost buckled. It was so thick, so intoxicating, so fucking raw. Her scent always drove me insane but now… now it was like it had multiplied, evolved. It was animalistic. It was need. I shoved her door open. The moment I stepped inside, I slammed it shut and locked it. “Oh baby…” My voice cracked. She was in the bathroom, in the tub, naked. Her skin was flushed red, sweet clinging to her everywhere, her body shaking, her eyes blood-red and glassy, and fuck, while she saw me… That smile.
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