POV Killian
How is this possible?
The question ran through my mind on an endless loop, refusing to let go.
I was so sure Elise Carrington was Estela.
The she-wolf I met at Mia’s boutique—she had to be my mate. The eyes. The lips. The fire in her voice. It was all her.
Sure, the scent was off. But she’s a perfumer, for Moon’s sake. Changing her scent would be nothing for someone like her.
And yet… here it was.
The DNA report in my hand.
Official. Undeniable.
The two samples didn’t match.
Elise Carrington was not Estela Blackwell.
No matter how much she looked like her. No matter how much her pups resembled me. No matter how many lies she spun.
None of it made sense.
If she wasn’t Estela… then what the hell was she doing?
Shattered, I stumbled into the nearest bar and drowned m
