Kyra’s POV
Kieran was silent the whole ti we were in the car. He just sat beside , his cedar and musk scent filling the space between us, his jaw clenched tightly enough to crack stone. My wolf, Sylvia, paced restlessly in my mind. Still, I was worried about what was going on in his head.
I bit my bottom lip as I rembered what happened between Nathan and .
Even now, the mory of Nathan’s minty breath against my skin made my pulse stutter. He kissed and my heart started beating for him again. It’s insanely absurd, but I knew I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. I’m still in love with him, even after everything he’s done and everything he hasn’t.
"What do you want for dinner?" Kieran asked as soon as we entered the huge family house.
Right! I hadn’t eaten anything yet. Aside from the fact that Sophia had ruined my mood, I didn’t want to eat the food at their ’grand’ engagent party.
"Just pasta," I answered without looking at him. I was still pissed about what he did. He just claid my pup as his own and decided on it without even consulting .
I went upstairs, leaving him behind coldly. When I entered my room, I suddenly felt exhausted. I swallowed hard and rembered the heat between Nathan and again. By the Moon Goddess, I was still in love with him—even after he’d discarded like a used toy. Sylvia snarled, "Love? No. You’re addicted to the bond he severed."
I took a cold shower to calm myself down. It was my last resort to ease the heat. Afterward, I went downstairs wearing silk pajamas. Kieran was already at the dining table, waiting for . His black shirt stretched over shoulders tense with restrained muscle. His eyes were fixed on the screen of his laptop, a cup of coffee beside it.
"Don’t just stand there, Kyra. Co here and eat," he said without lifting his eyes to look at .
I’m pissed at him but he really cares, and I’m hungry.
I walked towards the dining table silently and sat in front of him. The chef served the food and my stomach grumbled as soon as the aroma of the delicious pasta reached my nose.
"What happened at the party?"
I froze at his question. I slowly lifted my face to look at him and saw he was impatiently waiting for my answer.
My lips parted. I thought he wouldn’t ask about that. Damn it!
Sylvia bristled. "Lie. Say nothing." Kieran’s gaze pinned like a butterfly to a corkboard.
I averted my eyes to my pasta. "Nothing."
I lied. I started eating in silence while I could still feel his intense gaze on .
"You forget I can taste your lie, Kyra." His manipulative voice irritated . I looked at him but my courage swiftly lted when our eyes t.
My heart raced when he slowly leaned over the table and his thumb reached the side of my lips.
"W-What are you doing?" I panicked as he slowly brushed his thumb against my lip. Then, he dragged his thumb to his mouth and licked the sauce from it.
"You know why I was called the devil in a suit, right? I will ruin every single person who tries to harm you. Nathan Anderson will never be an exception. I’m already the worst as I am. I can be worse if he harms you."
There was sothing in his eyes and I didn’t even want to think about it. His confession to was still crystal clear in my head. The mory of that day was etched in my mind and I couldn’t get rid of it. He had feelings for and it bothered so much.
"Why do you have to know every single detail about what’s happening in my life, Kieran?"
"Because you’re mine to protect." His fingers twitched, Ronan’s claim echoing in the silence.
I gritted my teeth in annoyance. His feelings were not enough reason for him to manipulate like this. I knew he just wanted to protect , but he was overreacting. He was getting obsessed with protecting to the point that he was controlling my life.
"You can’t manipulate like this, Kieran! You are just my stepbrother—"
"I won’t ddle with your life if you can rule it properly, Kyra. Obviously, you’re a slave to your emotions. I can’t let you live your life like that." His tone was deceptively calm, but the undercurrent of possessiveness made my spine stiffen.
"How dare you!" I growled at him.
I balled my fists and stood up in anger. Whether it’s pride or sothing else, I didn’t care anymore. My concern was him using my feelings to control , and I hated it.
"You are underestimating , Kieran. I am not stupid enough to make the sa mistake twice. I may have feelings for him, but I won’t let these feelings get the best of . My only concern and priority now is myself and the future of my pup. If you can’t understand that, then we have nothing to talk about."
His eyes were cold and blank as he looked up at , listening to my angry words. I didn’t know what was going on in his mind but I didn’t care anymore.
I turned my back on him and was about to leave when his n suddenly blocked my way. For one terrifying second, I saw the rogue Alpha beneath his polished exterior—the one who’d tear the world apart for what he wanted. Then he nodded, and they parted.
My lips parted. Oh my God! Is this even necessary? Does he really think he can rule my life like this? I couldn’t believe him!
I rolled my eyes and marched out of the dining hall angrily. I locked my bedroom door, trembling. Sylvia whined, "He’s worse than Nathan. At least Nathan let you go."
Asshole!
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Kieran’s POV
I clenched my jaw and stared at the screen of my laptop after she marched out of the dining hall in anger.
I stared at my own reflection on the screen as I thought about what really happened at the party. She wouldn’t tell anything, and even if I forced her to, she wouldn’t answer.
"Am I doing the right thing?" I murmured.
Ronan bared his teeth. "Since when do we care about right?"
I exhaled sharply. She thought I was controlling her? Good. Let her hate . Better than watching her crawl back to Nathan, who shattered her.
"I’m just protecting you. Welco to my private hell, angel," I whispered to the empty room. "Don’t worry, I will give your wings back. You just have to let into your life..."
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