Estela POV
What have I been missing all these years?
The thought crashes over me like a wave, slamming into the fragile walls I’ve built to keep myself safe. And as soon as the haze of desire clears, shame takes its place. I feel like I’m turning into Killian’s little plaything all over again—his omega to command, to please, to own.
Joy and lust dissolve beneath the weight of truth.
If I give in to him now, I’ll end up exactly where I was five years ago—helpless, voiceless, and under his control. And I know, deep down, that’s what he wants. Being without an omega for this long must have been torture for a man like him. No wonder he’s come back so aggressively, acting like I’m still his to take.
At first, I thought he was obsessed with exposing me because of the pups. It made sense—alp
