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In one swift motion, he caught her by the neck, his grip unyielding. Lara snarled and thrashed, but Killian’s strength was overwhelming.

“You foolish, useless wolf,” Killian growled, his voice dripping with disdain. “You think you can defy me and live?”

With a cruel smile, he threw Lara against a nearby tree, the impact shaking the ground beneath us. Pain tore through me as I felt every blow she endured.

Lara tried to stand, but Killian’s foot pressed down on her, pinning her to the ground.

“You’ll learn your place,” he hissed. “Both of you.”

My body began to shift again, the pain unbearable as Lara was forced back, and I returned to my human form. Lying on the ground, broken and bleeding, I looked up at him with all the hatred I could muster.

“I hate you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Killian’s expression didn’t change.

And then, darkness consumed me.

Hellbound By Two Alpha's

Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Warning in the Garden

The moon was high in the sky, its glow light spilling over the packhouse. A cool breeze rushed through my sink as I stepped out of my room through the hallway.

I had been feeling drained all day, my body still aching from the sickness that kept holding me down.

But I couldn't stay locked inside a room forever. I can't just lay down around and do nothing.

I needed air. A moment to breathe. A moment to relax and have a peace of mind.

Wrapping a cloak around my shoulders, I walked quietly down the hallway, my bare feet silent against the cold stone floor.

The packhouse was mostly silent, the usual noise and movement gone, leaving only the soft crackling of torches lighting the corridors.

I moved toward the garden, my fingers brushing along the cool walls, feeling a bit of my strength returning with each step.

But just as I turned the corner—I stopped cold.