Estela
I smell him before I see him—like smoke curling off a fire, wild mountain air and heat. Masculine. Sharp. Addictive. My whole body hums, drunk on instinct.
Damn omega biology.
I scan the open house crowd until my gaze locks on sun-bronzed skin and dark hair—Killian. Tall, broad, commanding. Dressed head-to-toe in black, he moves through the room like he owns it.
Which, to be fair, he almost does.
Beside him is the sweetest heartbreak I’ve ever seen. My Paisley. My breath stutters, and my chest tightens all at once.
This was a mistake.
I should have known he’d consider this school for her. I can’t let him see the other kids. And I definitely can’t let Paisley see me.
I can’t survive another rejection.
And I can’t admit she’s mine.
“Linda!” I hiss, gripping my friend’s arm t
