Killian stood in the bathroom, palms pressed against the shower wall, cold water pouring over his naked body. Nothing helped—nothing drowned out the emotions Isabella’s single touch ignited in him. He wanted to forget, to deny, but the truth burned in his veins.
What was going on with him, and why did his body react that way to her?
If his pack hadn’t been cursed to never find a mate, he would have believed Isabella was the one for him. But no—she was just a duty, his offered bride, a forced obligation. Maya was the one he truly loved.
‘No, Killian, you’re wrong. You know you never felt this way with Maya. I never felt anything for her. You forced yourself to be with her out of obligation, because she saved our life. But with Isabella, we never had to force anything—the feelings came n
