Chapter 30
I stared at Killian, my breath still caught in my throat. The paper in my trembling hands was proof—I was never meant to be his Luna.
I was never meant to be part of this deal. I took a shaky breath and met his infuriatingly calm golden eyes.
“I was not promised to you.”
Killian chuckled, stepping further into his office like I hadn’t just shattered the illusion of my entire existence.
“You shouldn’t be snooping around here,,” he mused, his deep voice dripping with amusement.
I didn’t laugh. I didn’t even move. I was frozen. How could he be so casual about this?
Killian walked over, plucked the file from my hands, and slid it back into his drawer like it was just another piece of meaningless paper. Then, he leaned back against his desk, watching me with a smirk.
“So, you’re not going to explain yourself?” I demanded, my voice sharper than before.
Killian merely shrugged. “You already read about it. What else do you want me to say?”
I clenched my fists, heat rushing to my face. “Maybe why you chose me over Arla?” I snapped. “She was the one promised to you, not me.”
Killian tilted his head, looking almost bored. “Yeah, but you chose to be my Luna, didn’t you?”
My stomach twisted.
“I didn’t have a choice!” I hissed. “I was looking for an Alpha who could make me a Luna so my mother would get better!”
Killian threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, that’s right! I forgot about that part—your mother was cursed.” His eyes gleamed with dark amusement. “Curses run in your family.”
I groaned, rubbing my temples. “Please, Killian. Just tell me the truth. Why?”
Killian raised an eyebrow. “Why what?”
“Why was Arla promised to you and not me?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. “ I just want to know.”
Killian grinned.
“Oh my god,” he teased. “Are you jealous?.”
I rolled my eyes before smacking him in the back of the head.
“Alright, alright!” he laughed, rubbing the spot where I hit him. “Damn, you’re violent.”
I just glared.
“Arla was promised to me because—” Killian hesitated, then suddenly sighed dramatically. “You know what? It’s not my place to tell you this.”
I blinked. “What?”
He crossed his arms. “You should ask your family. Your pack. They know way more about your family history than I do.”
I let out a harsh breath, frustration boiling inside me. “You know how secretive they are.” My voice cracked. “I had to find out my father was in a neighboring pack fucking with my best friend, and everyone—Tyler included—knew about it. And no one bothered to tell me.”
Killian leaned against his desk, studying me. Then he smirked. “Yeah, I think they pretty much hate you.”
I stiffened.
“What did you even do to them?” he asked, genuinely curious.
I looked down, my fingers gripping the fabric of my dress.
“I have no idea,” I admitted quietly. “I don’t know why they act like this. Why they’re so secretive around me.”
Killian sighed, rubbing his jaw like he was debating something. Then, finally, he exhaled and looked me in the eye.
“I’m sorry, Aurora.”
I frowned. “For what?”
His smirk returned, but this time, it was empty.
“Because the next thing I tell you? It’s going to break you.”
A chill ran down my spine. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “Killian… what do you mean?”
He chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “You’re not the real daughter of your father.”
My blood ran cold. I stared at him, my heart slamming against my ribs, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“You’re not even related to him, Aurora.”
