Kylian could not sleep.
He lay in his large bed, staring at the dark ceiling, his body tense and restless. The palace was quiet, but inside his mind, a storm raged.
Rachel.
Her face. Her scent. The way she had thrown herself into his arms earlier that day, full of gratitude after seeing her family. The feel of her body pressed against his. The kiss they had shared — deep, hungry, and far too real.
He had told her to get out.
But he couldn’t get her out of his head.
He turned onto his side, punching the pillow in frustration. She is the enemy, he reminded himself for the hundredth time. She carries my brother’s child. She was Chase’s mate. I have no right to want her.
Yet the attraction was growing stronger every day.
He had tried to stay away. After the confession in the clinic, he
