Killian ran a hand through his hair, letting out a slow, heavy breath as his gaze darted away. He was the Alpha King, yet his father often forgot he had stepped down from the throne to pass the title to his son. The old man’s constant questioning and demands for answers left Killian simmering with frustration.
First, his father had forced him to marry a girl he had never even met. Now, he was being pressured to choose between the woman who had once saved his life and the woman who was now his Luna. It was absurd.
But though the marriage had begun with cold hatred, Killian didn't feel that way anymore. Hell, from the very moment he had laid eyes on Isabella, he had been inexplicably drawn to her. Now, the thought of making a choice was impossible—because she wasn't just an option anymore.
