Isla's POV
Liam’s breath rattled, blood still sliding from the corner of his mouth. He didn’t even try to fight back. His hands hung loose at his sides, palms open, like he’d already accepted the punishment.
“Alpha,” he choked out, but the word died under Killian’s glare.
My chest tightened as I watched, frozen on the bed. The rope mark burned on my neck throbbed with every heartbeat, the reminder of what I’d almost done and now what Killian might do.
His fist twitched once, like he was about to strike again. His wolf was close to the surface, I could see it in the way his shoulders shook, in the low rumble deep in his chest.
For a second, I thought he would kill Liam right there on the floor, and I wasn’t sure if I had the strength to stop him.
“Killian…” My voice cracked, barely
