A sharp pang stabbed through Killian’s chest, something dangerously close to jealousy. His wolf growled, anger rolling off him in waves.
‘No. This can’t be possible. I’ll kill the bastard,’ his wolf snarled, furious.
Killian clenched his jaw.
‘She didn’t want us,’ he tried to reason with the beast inside him.
‘No. I won’t let her go. She is mine. She is ours.’
Killian’s wolf snarled through his mind, the voice low and feral.
Killian clenched his teeth, trying to hold onto reason.
‘She isn’t. She’ll never accept us,’ he argued back, desperate to calm the crazed beast pacing inside him.
But the realization hit him like a blade to the chest.
If Isabella was in heat, then it could only mean one thing—she had found her mate. There was no other explanation. Though they were married, Ki
