Chapter 29
I slammed the door shut behind me, leaving Tyler behind in the cold night air. I didn’t care if he stayed or if he left. I didn’t care about anything he had to say anymore.
His truth? His excuses? His regrets?
Too late.
I walked through the grand halls of the estate, my heart still raging in my chest. I needed a distraction. Something to pull me away from the whirlwind of emotions suffocating me. I needed to find Killian. I wanted answers. More answers.
But when I reached his office, the door was slightly ajar. I peeked inside. Empty. Killian wasn’t here.
I frowned, stepping inside cautiously. The air smelled like him—smoke, leather, and something darkly intoxicating. But there was something else—something about the room that drew me in. Maybe it was the heavy bookshelves lined with ancient texts. Maybe it was the massive oak desk, littered with documents and half-empty glasses of whiskey. Or maybe it was the fact that, after all this time, I realized I didn’t know a damn thing about Killian.
Who was he, really? I knew he was ruthless. Calculated. Dangerous.
I knew he had claimed me as his Luna, had forced me into this twisted marriage of power and survival.
But I didn’t know what drove him. What he wanted. What he feared. I hesitated for only a second before I started snooping.
Killian had secrets. I wanted to know them. I skimmed through his desk first, flipping through scattered notes—mostly pack finances, alliances, letters from other Alphas.
Nothing important. Then my eyes landed on a thick stack of folders.
I frowned, running my fingers over the files. Each one was labeled with neat, bold writing.
Pack Archives. War Agreements. Bloodline Records.
And then—
My breath hitched.
A thick file, placed carefully at the edge of the desk, labeled in bold, black ink:
THE WATSON FAMILY.
I swallowed hard, my pulse spiking. Why did Killian have a file on my family? I picked it up, running my fingers over the rough edges. It was thick. Too thick.
I frowned. What was there to say about my family that required this much documentation?
I sat down in Killian’s chair, taking a shaky breath before opening it.
The first few pages were about my father.
• His leadership of Silver Moon.
• His political strategies and pack alliances.
• His betrayal of my mother.
• His disappearance.
None of it was new to me.
I flipped through the next pages, faster this time. There was a detailed record of the blood pact. Everything Killian had already told me—my father had promised our bloodline to the Shadow Fang Pack to secure his power.
I gritted my teeth, turning another page. And then—my hands froze. Because there was another file. It was smaller, but it was marked with a red CONFIDENTIAL stamp.
My heart pounded as I flipped it open. My eyes widened in horror. Yes, the pact was real. Yes, my father had promised a Watson daughter to Killian.
But it wasn’t supposed to be me.
It was Arla.
The world tilted. Arla. My sister. She was the one my father had promised to Killian.
Not me.
I clenched the papers so tightly my knuckles turned white.
Why? Why hadn’t Killian told me?
Had my father changed his mind? Had Killian chosen me instead?
Or—
Had Killian known all along, and still taken me anyway?
A sharp knock at the door made me jump. I snapped the file shut, shoving it back into place and took the document that contains the truth just as the door swung opend.
Killian stood in the doorway.
His golden eyes flicked from me to his desk, his sharp gaze missing nothing. His smirk was slow, knowing.
“What are you doing here?”
