FREYA
The silence between us stretched until it felt unbearable. His gaze was heavy, his jaw tight, like he was wrestling with himself. And then, finally, he spoke.
“I suppose you deserve the truth,” Killian said. His voice was low, almost rough, as though each word dragged itself out of him against his will.
After a moment, he added, "I'm cursed."
My chest felt heavy. I had wanted honesty, but now that it was here, spilling from his lips, I wasn’t sure I could bear it.
“This curse…” He exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair like the weight of it was pressing down on his shoulders. “It isn’t about me. Not entirely. It’s inherited. Passed down to every firstborn Alpha of my line. A curse that was cast centuries ago, long before I was born. When I took my first breath, I was already
