Lyra
The moment I stepped back into Killian’s room, I felt it.
The air had shifted. It was now thicker and heavier, charged with a raw tension that made my breath catch. His scent had changed too. No longer just masculine and commanding, but now tangled with something deeper. Primal. Feral. Needy.
Then, the smell of his pheromones hit my nostrils with such force that I felt like running towards him. It was citrus with a hint of pine.
A rut.
But this wasn’t natural. I knew enough about Alpha biology to recognize the signs: the feverish glint in his half-lidded eyes, the shallow pants escaping his lips, the restless movements of his limbs tangled in sweat-soaked sheets.
Someone had triggered this.
Selene.
She hadn't just drugged him to make him weak. She had wanted him at his most vu
