Rosalind's POV
I sat in my bed feeling a chaotic whirl of emotions.
My lips still tingled from Killian's kiss and my heart still ached from Cillian's betrayal.
This was wrong. I shouldn't feel this way about both of them. It wasn't fair to either of them but I was unable to control how I felt.
I loved Cillian. I had loved him from the first moment I met him and he took my hand. I had fallen even deeper in love with him every day he treated me like a queen.
The way he tried to solve all of my problems, his shy smile and the way he stared at me as though I hung the moon and he couldn't be luckier to have me and the way his reverent kisses and his touch excited me beyond what I thought was possible.
With every kiss we shared, I felt even more bound to him and my wolf confirmed what
