Killian
She was still talking when I finally blinked and realized I hadn’t heard a word.
“...so, obviously, I saved you. Which means, in some divine or romantic way, you owe me. And I don’t want money or medals or parades… I want your body, Alpha,” she finished and then blinked at me playfully.
My mind stalled. I stared at her like she had grown horns and declared herself Alpha of the Moon.
Was this the same girl who had rejected me a hundred time and humiliated me and even said words I wouldn't want to repeat?
“What?” I asked, finally finding my voice.
“My payment,” she said again, beaming as if this was a joke and I was meant to laugh.
Only I didn’t laugh. I clenched my jaw. My body was still weak from the induced rut, faint traces of heat still simmering in my blood, but the fog
