The moment Killian saw his wife, his gaze froze on her. He was walking toward her—drawn in, completely mesmerized, and utterly enchanted. His bright green eyes, full of desire, traveled up and down her body, a silent appreciation gleaming in them when he realized Isabella was wearing the dress he had chosen for her.
But then Maya stepped up beside him and slipped her hand around his elbow. Killian’s expression darkened immediately. He hated that kind of behavior in public—he hadn’t liked it even when she was his girlfriend, and now that he was married to Isabella, he wouldn’t tolerate being touched by another she-wolf at all. He swiftly peeled her hand off his arm and took a step back, giving her a sharp, warning glare that made Maya swallow hard.
When he shifted his eyes back to his wif
