Kylian’s POV
The next day, I tried to stay away.
I woke up early, left the palace before most of the pack had stirred, and spent the entire morning riding the borders with my warriors. The wind in my face, the burn in my muscles — I needed anything to distract me from her. From Rachel.
But she followed me anyway.
Every time I closed my eyes during a short break, I saw her. The way she had looked at me last night when I stayed until sunrise. The softness in her eyes. The way her body had responded to mine with that strange, glowing connection. The quiet way she had accepted my presence without demanding anything.
She is the enemy, I told myself again and again as I pushed my horse harder. Silverton blood. Chase’s mate. Carrying my brother’s child. You have no right to want her.
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