Killian's POV
“Did Isla call?” I asked again, my voice low but carrying as I was trying to cover the fear in it.
It wasn’t the first time I asked, not even the fifth. I’d been pacing back and forth across the length of my room, eyes glued to the phone on the desk like I could make it ring if I stared hard enough.
“Not yet, Alpha,” one of the guards said carefully.
His hands were clasped behind his back, his shoulders stiff. He’d already repeated the same answer half a dozen times, but I couldn’t help myself.
I had told her, no, instructed her to call me the moment she reached Liam’s place. Forty five minutes had passed. Not a single buzz. Not a single missed call. Nothing.
I clenched my jaw. Isla was defiant, stubborn to the bone. Disobedience was stitched into her soul. That much
