KILLIAN
Rowan stared at me like I had just told him I was stepping down as Alpha to become a farmer.
“Say that again.”
He was slouched in the chair across from me, boots stretched out, arms folded. His eyes gleamed with a mix of disbelief and amusement, the kind only Rowan could pull off without getting himself thrown out of my room.
“I said Freya is my mate.”
“And…” His brows shot up. “You marked her already?”
“Yes.”
The word left my mouth steady.
Rowan blinked once, then leaned back with a sharp laugh, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. “You’re serious.”
“Very.”
“Killian.” He leaned forward again, voice dropping into the tone he only used when he thought I’d lost my mind. “Do you realize what you just said? Do you even hear yourself? You—who swore up and down you weren’t going to
