Killian's POV
Rage courses through me, a wildfire barely contained, but my wolf preens with a fierce pride I can’t ignore. My fiery little mate, Estella, doesn’t fully grasp it, but she wouldn’t dare challenge me like this unless she felt safe in my presence. It’s almost laughable that she could think I’d frame her for anything when it’s clear as day she trusts I’d never lay a hand on her in anger.
Then again, maybe it’s the wine talking, loosening her inhibitions, making her reckless. The scent of her arousal hits me like a drug, stoking my hunger for her until it’s a living, breathing thing. She might be banking on my reaction to her defiance, trusting I won’t hurt her despite her bold provocations.
Either way, she’s about to get exactly what she’s asking for.
Without a word, I cl
