Killian’s POV
The moonlight stretched thin across my room, through the window and bounced on my bed.
I just got out of the bath, a towel wrapped around my waist.
I stood in front of the mirror, examining myself. Being Alpha was supposed to be strength. Leadership. But lately, it felt more like trying to hold a dying beast together by its horn.
The door creaked before I could speak.
“Working yourself to death again?”
Her voice was silk and low, sweet, and venomous all at once.
Lilith.
Lilith stepped into the room without waiting for permission. The candlelight found her curves before her face, silver gown clinging like smoke. Her lips curved in that practiced smile that never reached her eyes.
“I thought I made it clear,” I said, not looking up, “you don’t walk into my quarters wit
