Estela’s POV
When my eyes flutter open, I don’t recognize my surroundings at first. I’m lying on a hard, cold floor—but I’m cocooned in soft, warm fur on every side. Killian’s scent wraps around me like a safety blanket—familiar, addictive, and impossibly comforting.
He purrs softly as I shift, his powerful body tensing around me, pulling me closer as if even in sleep, he’s afraid to let go. My mind scrambles for the details of last night, and after a few fuzzy seconds… it all rushes back like a tidal wave.
Oh Goddess.
I can’t believe I let Killian get that close again. I can’t believe how shamelessly I flirted with him—hell, I practically gave him a striptease. What the hell was I thinking?
My wolf is positively glowing from being wrapped in his metaphorical arms, but all this has pr
