CHAPTER 63
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LIANA’S POV
I woke up slowly, my body aching in every single place, as if I had been hit by a truck. My thighs burned. My stomach felt. tight. My whole body was heavy and sore and used in ways I didn’t even know I could be used. Killian’s arm was wrapped around me like a band of iron, his chest warm and solid against my back, his breathing calm, deep, steady, like he didn’t have a single care in the world.
I shifted slightly, biting down on my lip as a sharp pain shot up between my legs. I was so sore. I couldn’t even close my thighs properly. My body felt raw. His scent was still all over me. Inside me. My skin was sticky with sweat and something else I didn’t even want to think about right now.
I tried to move. Just to sit up. But even in his sleep, Killian didn’t let go. His arm tightened around my waist as if his body knew mine and refused to let me leave, not even for a second.
That was when I heard a ding.
It was from his phone.
I didn’t want to check it. I shouldn’t have. But something in me turned to look. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was instinct. Or maybe it was fear.
I picked it up slowly, trying not to wake him.
It was a message from Beta Logan.
My heart dropped.
“I told you, Killian. I told you that human girl is nothing but a goddamn liability. Look what she’s done now. There’s a
fucking video of you beating the shit out of Alpha Darion all over the goddamn internet. You look like a fucking savage. Do
you realize what this means? You’re done. Your chances at the Alpha King campaign is fucking almost dead! No council will
back you now with this kind of scandal. All because of that useless little human. I warned you, didn’t I? She’s a curse. a
weakness. You need to cut her off before she takes you down with her. Go back to Cynthia. Fix your image. Win. Then, if you
still want to play house with her, do it in private. But right now, that girl will be the end of you if you don’t get rid of her.”
I stared at the screen, my hands trembling.
Weakness. Curse. Useless little human.
That’s what they thought of me.
That’s what his own Beta thought of me.
I dropped the phone as if it burned me. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
I looked at Killian, still sleeping so peacefully behind me. Still holding me like I was the best thing that ever happened to
him. Like I was precious. Important. Loved.
What the hell was I to him?
Just as I tried to slowly, quietly slide out of bed again, another notification pinged.
No. No, I wasn’t going to look. I wasn’t.
But I did
God help me, I did.
It was another message. This time, it wasn’t from Logan.
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It was from a saved contact. a woman. Her profile picture was of her in a red dress, legs long, hair perfect, eyes sultry.
The message read:
“Thanks for the other night, love. Your hands, your mouth, your cock… God, I still can’t stop thinking about it. You’re always so fucking good to me. I love you, darling. Can’t wait for another night just like that…”
attached was a picture.
Killian. Lying shirtless on this same bed.
Right fucking here.
Smirking at the camera. The same crooked, smug smirk he had given me.
There was lipstick on his neck.
And a woman’s bare leg resting over his waist.
My throat closed.
I stared at the photo like my brain refused to believe it. Like maybe if I blinked enough, it would disappear. Maybe I was dreaming. Maybe this was some kind of twisted nightmare. But it wasn’t.
It was this bed.
This fucking bed.
This exact same hotel room. The wallpaper. The pillows. There was no denying it.
Killian hadn’t just taken me here.
He had taken someone else.
He had fucked someone else.
Here. In this exact same space. Maybe just days ago. Maybe hours.
And here I was.
Thinking I meant something.
Thinking I was special.
Thinking I was the only one.
Tears spilled down my cheeks before I even realized I was crying.
I didn’t make a sound.
I just stared at the photo, the message, the man sleeping behind me, the phone in my hand.
And I cried silently
