Elaine’s POV
I couldn’t answer him, no matter how much I wanted to, knowing I was in grave danger. I shook my head, taking several steps back, but he only narrowed his eyes at me, making me stop moving. Danger rolls off of him in waves, and my insides shook like leaves.
Killian is shrouded in a chilling aura of fear and intimidation. His reputation precedes him like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over anyone who dares to cross his path. He allows only Leah and a select few into his inner circle, while the rest tremble at the mere thought of attracting his attention.
Those who dare to approach him risk being scorched by the flames of his wrath. Apparently, he has had a terrible past. I didn't want to know about thinking I’d never cross paths with someone this dangerous. I should have eavesdropped!
“I don’t like repeating myself,” his voice was husky and deep, serene to the ears even with the undertone of trouble beneath.
I watched him with wide eyes, hoping he would understand that I wasn’t disrespecting him by not talking, and he shouldn’t take it like that. But he started coming closer, and I took steps back until my back hit a tree trunk behind me. Trapped. I feel trapped.
I shouldn’t have noticed this at this time of peril, but Killian is handsome. Way too gorgeous and beautiful for his own good. Someone as dangerous, ruthless, and cold as him should be ugly with scars and everything, but he isn’t.
His blue eyes are the most gorgeous icy ones I have ever seen, even though they are cold and dead. He has got this perfect skin I’m sure those human girls would kill for with their ridiculously expensive skincare products.
With the way I’m craning my neck to look at him, I’m sure he is more than six feet, which makes him more intimidating. He looks young, but those eyes of his look like they have seen it all, and he is still as strong as ever. If I hadn’t known better, I’d say he looks lost and… alone.
Those long lashes I am jealous of and thick luscious black hair that should be illegal. I need to know the shampoo he uses—I snapped back to reality when I saw that he is now a few steps away from me. s**t. I got distracted, and I usually am not.
“Do you know what that man did to earn that punishment?” He asked huskily, his steps predatory and filled with aristocratic confidence.
Knowing I can’t risk his wrath further, I shook my head rapidly, making my blonde hair fly all over my face. He stared down at me like he wanted to crush me with his large fists at the same time do things he shouldn’t. What are those things though?
“He called me Killian. Not Prince Killian or your Highness. He called my f*****g name with no honorific,” he said calmly, though you could see the storm in his eyes.
Wait… that guy just called him by his given name, and he has him hanged on that tree, torturing him? Oh god, what is he going to do to me now? I am not answering his question, and he doesn’t know that I am mute.
“And if you don’t start talking right now, you are going to face a worse fate than his,” he growled into my face, making me jump back.
There is not enough space in front of me to sign; he has crowded me. His scent, woodsy and pure manly essence, has been made somewhere in my belly pool with liquid. I opened and closed my mouth like a gaping fish, hoping he’d understand. He doesn’t.
His eyes kept blazing to a lighter shade of blue, almost silver, that scared the s**t out of me. I know werewolves have two eye colors, but I have never seen it change up close. Not my mother’s, stepfather’s, or half-siblings’. This s**t is scary.
I stood there and his eyes narrowed into slits, radiating a fury that I had never witnessed before. He has sensed something with his werewolf power and he doesn’t like it. The intensity of his anger sent shivers down my spine, causing me to quiver in my boots.
It was as if the very air around him crackled with a dangerous energy, warning me of the perilous territory I had stumbled into. His gaze pierced through me like icy daggers, leaving me frozen in place.
Suddenly, without warning, Killian's lips crashed against mine with an intensity that took my breath away. It was a kiss filled with raw angry passion and desire, so unexpected yet undeniably deep.
His embrace was firm, pulling me closer as if he wanted to consume me whole, his lips moving hungrily against mine. His one hand tugged at my hair to tilt my face up to meet his in a not so gentle way.
All sense of fear and hesitation melted away, replaced by a whirlwind of sensation as I surrendered to the overwhelming force of his kiss. It was a kiss that ignited a fire within me, leaving me utterly breathless and longing for more.
This was my first kiss but it seems like I’m doing good because he keeps trying to pry my lips wider with his tongue. He tastes like something undeniably carnal and sinful yet powerful. It stirred dead feelings within me, letting out a wild side I buried deep.
Not able to keep it in, I let out a loud moan but that was enough to make him pull away abruptly from me. He roughly let go of my hair resulting in me hitting my back against the trunk of the tree behind me painfully. My eyes watered.
Killian only gazed at me with much more fury than earlier and this time around I know there won’t be any kiss coming. I swallowed, trying to mold myself with the tree trunk but it didn’t happen. His hand shot to my neck to choke me, his grip tightening by the second.
“She f*****g gave me a pathetic human! How dare She!” He gritted in my face as tears rolled down my cheeks.
“Damn. She wanted to f**k you up real bad,” I startled at the sound of the man hanging from that tree croaking out with a laugh.
Before I could blink, Killian turned around with a gun in hand and shot the man between his eyes. I blinked, again and again trying to unsee what just happened but I couldn’t. If I was shaking before, now I’m fully ready to let the wind take me.
Killian just killed a man in front of me. He turned his attention back to me, eyes pointed with hatred and fury that I don’t deserve. This She he is talking about deserves the anger not me.
"Guards, take her to the dungeon. Make sure she knows that she isn’t in the human world anymore. Make it agonizing.” His words dripped with a chilling authority.
I hadn’t noticed that there were guards there but they appeared out of nowhere with their expression of stoic determination. I tried to move my hands to sign or even let out a sound as panic gripped me but nothing. I couldn’t. I cursed being a mute.
Soon the whole empty woods was filled with several other students. Some of them were snapping pictures… of me looking god knows how after being kissed by the devil himself while others were snickering behind their hands mocking me.
The tears refused to cease. I raise my head to where the now dead man was hanging earlier but he was gone, like he was never there. Like I imagined the whole thing. The kiss, the kill, everything.