Alpha Kylian
I slammed the door of her room behind me and stood in the hallway for a second, breathing hard. My body was still burning. My hands still remembered the softness of her skin. I cursed under my breath and walked away fast, my footsteps loud on the wooden floor.
I went straight back to the bar on the lower floor. The bottle of whiskey was still there, waiting like an old friend. I poured a full glass and drank it in one go. The burn down my throat felt good. I needed it. I needed something to wash away what just happened.
I sat down heavily on the stool and poured another drink. My mind would not stop replaying everything.
What the f**k is wrong with me?
I had just f****d the enemy. Rachel Silverton. The daughter of the man whose pack killed my brother. I was supposed to ha
