Killian's POV
I shoved open the door.
Then my eyes locked onto Daphne, sitting in my chair like it was her rightful place, her green eyes glinting with that familiar venom.
Isla stood a few paces away, her arms crossed. My wolf stirred, hackles rising, but I kept it caged. Barely.
“What the hell are you doing in my house, Daphne?” My voice was low, edged with a growl I didn’t bother to hide. “Last I checked, daughters of scheming Alphas don’t get free rein in my territory.”
Daphne rose, slow and deliberate, her lips curling into a smirk that made my blood boil. “Funny, Killian. I was just wondering why she,” her gaze flicked to Isla, “is playing house with my supposed fiance.”
The word fiance landed like a slap. I barked out a laugh, cold and humorless. “You and your father are st
