CHAPTER 65
KILLIAN’S POV
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I stood there for a second, just watching the bathroom door, knowing damn well that Liana wouldn’t come out no matter how long I waited, no matter how many times I called her name, and no matter how many fucking times I begged her to just open the door and let me explain, she wasn’t going to do it. She was done listening. Her silence screamed louder than her tears did, and I hated that I was the one who caused them. I clenched my jaw, hard, the muscles twitching as I turned and
walked out of the hotel room.
I headed straight for the car garage, not wasting a second. I started the engine, my fingers tight around the steering wheel, my mind spinning with everything that just happened, everything she saw, everything she now believes, and I knew I had to fix it. Now. I didn’t care who got dragged into it. I didn’t care if it made me look bad. I was done with secrets. Done with delays. Done with letting anyone think Cynthia still had a fucking place in my life.
I tapped her number on the screen. She picked it up before the first ring ended.
“Killian!” she chirped like she’d been waiting all week for this. Her voice was too eager, fake as hell, and I had no patience for
- it.
“I’ll send you an address. Meet me there,” I said flatly and hung up without waiting for her reply.
I sent the address. Somewhere public, upscale, neutral. A restaurant we’d used before for pack meetings and political dinners. I knew she’d come. I parked, tossed the keys to the valet without a word, and walked straight in.
“Alpha Killian,” the receptionist greeted quickly, bowing slightly. He was one of ours. Trusted. Discreet.
“I need a private room,” I said, and he nodded immediately, guiding me to the top floor, a VVIP room with full soundproofing and security.
“Would you like to order anything now, Alpha?”
“Not yet.”
He nodded again and left.
I barely had five minutes to breathe before the door opened and Cynthia strolled in, her perfume choking the air. She was dressed like she was trying to seduce a king, all tight dress and fake elegance, with her little bump poking through her silk gown, as if that alone would keep her relevant in my world. She walked straight up to me with a fake–ass smile and tried to
kiss my cheek.
I leaned back instantly. “Sit.”
Her smile wavered, and she sat, still trying to act like everything was fine.
“Why the sudden call, baby?” she asked, leaning forward just enough to make her already low neckline drop even lower, putting her cleavage right in my line of sight.
A waiter knocked and came in. I ordered water. Cynthia ordered red grape wine like we were on some kind of fucking date.
*Someone else is coming, you’ll have to wait.”
She frowned but then started making small talk, about the campaign, about how I was leading the polls, about the scandal with Alpha Darion, trying to act like she cared, while I clearly knew exactly what she was after.
“They’re blowing that video up,” she said, pulling out her phone, sliding closer to me like she was trying to create some false
intimacy
“They’re using it to tear down everything we worked for. Everything we’ve built, Killian.”
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I scoffed the second she said that. “We?”
She looked confused for a second. “Yes, Killian. We. You think you got this far alone?”
“There is no fucking ‘we‘, Cynthia. There never was. Don’t ever say that again.”
Her smile vanished. She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice. “Oh, right. I forgot. You’re busy playing house with your precious little sister. The one you’ve been screwing behind closed doors. That skanky desperate bitch?”
My eyes snapped to hers, and my hand slammed the table. “Don’t you dare call her that.”
“But that’s what she is! She’s a desperate little bitch who knows nothing than to fuck her married brother!”
“Cynthia, I’m warning you!” I growled but she didn’t stop.
“Everyone will see it when I expose her. When I tell the world what you are doing with your own fucking sister!”
Before I even realized it, my hand was around her throat. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t stop talking.
“I. am. Warning. You. Cynthia!”
She scoffed. “You think I’m going to sit back and let you throw me away? Let you parade around with her after everything
I’ve done for you? I made you, Killian. Without me you’d be nothing
Without this baby I’m carrying for you, you wouldn’t
even be among the top list of campaigners!”
I dropped my hand and chuckled bitterly. “Did you just say baby…
“Yes, Killian. Our baby.”
I laughed bitterly. “You really have the guts to say that?”
She went stiff.
“What are you talking about?”
“You think I don’t know about your little stunts? You trying to pin that bastard on me?”
“W–what are you talking about Killian?”
I chuckled coldly. “Oh. Playing oblivious now right?”
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I leaned in, my elbows on the table as I stared right into her eyes. “Does my silence give you the impression that I’m clueless?
“I–I don’t know what you’re talking about Killian.”
“Ofcourse.” I nodded chuckling. “You must really think I’m such a fool that I wouldn’t find out about the human you were so
obsessed with? That your married human mate…”
I leaned back on my chair and crossed my arms.
“You know… It’s one thing to find your human mate and fuck him, but it’s another thing to drug him when he clearly rejected you and told you he was happily married with his wife.”
Colour drained from her face.
“K–killian I–I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I sighed. “Still trying to deny it? Drugging your married human mate, luring him to sleep with you, recording it and sending it to his lovely pregnant wife so she could leave him for you? I see…”
She trembled
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“Or what about when you planned an accident to kill her just so you could have him all for yourself?”
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“Ki–killian-”
“And when that blew up in your face, when you found out you were pregnant for him and he straight up denied you, you thought crawling back to me with a ‘baby‘ would cover all of your crimes?” I hand–quoted the word ‘baby‘ and chuckled. ” Then you must be fucking delusional.”
“I–I don’t know where you’re getting your fake news from-”
I shook my head laughing. “It’s alright. I won’t push. But I’m sure you remember sending that girl to the hotel to lure me the other night? And when she failed, you edited a picture. Sent it to me this morning like some amateur trying to catch a cheating husband. Thinking you could use it against me someday? Well I’m so fucking sorry. That damn plan of yours fell through the drain. And you know what? I’m fucking done with you.”
She was shaking now. “You don’t get it, Killian. I’m doing all this for you!”
“How so?”
“This pregnancy. It… It’s your ticket to winning the campaign. Alpha Dorian and Alpha Cassian’s mates aren’t pregnant. You’ve got an edge. If you divorce me now, you’ll lose that. You’ll lose the polls. You’ll lose everything.”
I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms.
“So that’s what this is? A trade? My life for your delusion?”
“I’m your Luna, Killian! You need me! You want to be alpha King? Then St
Smile for the cameras. Pretend we’re
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happy. And maybe, just maybe, I won’t post that video of you and your precious sister.”
I didn’t move.
“Yes,” she continued. “That video. The one where you’re fucking her like a feral beast. The council will love that. An Alpha, sleeping with his sister. That’s instant disqualification.”
I stared at her for a long second.
Then I laughed.
She blinked.
“That’s all you got? Really? That’s your grand play? Blackmail?”
She swallowed.
I shook my head slowly. “Go ahead, Cynthia. Leak whatever you want. But don’t think it’s only you who knows how to play dirty. You’re not the only one with footage. With witnesses. You try to drag me down, and I will ruin you in ways you haven’t
even imagined”
“You can’t get rid of me that easily. I’m your Luna. I’m carrying your heir whether you like it or not. You need me. Without me, you’re just a candidate with anger issues. You want that crown? You won’t get it without me.”
“Oh dear…” I stood up, circling her. “Whatever fantasy you’re living in where I give a fuck about you or this fake–ass baby performance you’re putting on–wake the hell up. This is reality. And you’re not in my future.”
“Y–You can’t be serious, Killian.”
“Dead serious,” I said “I’m divorcing you. And nothing–not your bastard pregnancy, not your empty threats, not your dirty little recordings, will stop me.”
Her eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t care
“You can’t ruin my name, Cynthia But I’ll ruin yours so badly your own damn reflection will reject you. Don’t fucking test my
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