FREYA
I told myself I would avoid him. That’s what he wanted, after all. He had looked me dead in the eyes yesterday, so close I could feel his breath against my lips, and told me to keep my distance.
But the thing was...I couldn’t.
The ache in my chest heavier than my pride. If I stayed locked in my room, hiding from Killian, then I would prove him right: that I was weak, that I wasn’t worth his time. And if there was one thing I couldn’t stomach, it was the thought of Alpha Killian dismissing me as nothing.
So I did the one thing he didn’t want me to. I went looking for him.
The sun had barely risen, the pack house still hushed with the quiet of morning when I found him at the training grounds. His broad back was to me, muscles flexing under his shirt as he wrapped his hands with me
