CHLEO
Once back in Killian’s suite, our suite, I sat down on the sofa and Killian got me a bottle of water from the refrigerator. “What happened, Chleo?” He asked.
“I was walking out of the bathroom,” I sighed, “Alpha Jackson shoved me into the wall.” I relayed the events that occurred, right down to when he arrived in the hallway. “My wolf was only protecting me, Killian.”
“I never doubted that,” he said, “and a part of me wishes she would’ve killed him for touching you.”
“She was about to,” I admitted. “Had you not come when you did, he would’ve been dead, or close to it.”
“He won’t come near you again,” he told me. “Greg took him to the one of the cages in the basement. That is where he will remain until the retreat is over.” I nodded and curled up into a ball. “Take some time to r
