Killian’s POV
The mirror caught every detail, the lines beneath my eyes, the tightness in my jaw, the faint silver scars that still trailed down my throat from the last battle.
I had always thought the Alpha of Howlborne should look powerful, steady. But staring at myself now, all I saw was a man about to bind himself to something he didn’t believe in.
Worse, someone he didn’t love.
Lucien stood behind me, fastening the collar of my suit with quiet precision. He was always careful, always calm. His reflection met mine briefly, his pale eyes sharp but unreadable.
“You’re fidgeting again,” he muttered.
“I’m breathing,” I said flatly.
He gave a low chuckle. “You call that breathing? You’ve been holding your breath for five minutes.”
“You can tell?”
A smirk formed on his lips, “Come o
