Chapter 50: Chapter 50
Kyra’s POV
"NATHAN!" My scream tore through the night as Nathan slammed his fist into Kieran’s jaw with werewolf strength. The sickening crack of bone on bone made my wolf Sylvia howl in protest as I threw myself between them, arms spread wide.
Nathan’s brown eyes burned with Alpha fury and something deeper—regret. "He smells like lies and desperation," Sylvia snarled in my mind.
Nathan looked at me with pain in his eyes as he shook his head. "I’m sorry, Kyra. I was forced to say those words..."
"Why are you here?" I demanded, ignoring the way his pain-scent spiked.
"I want you back," he growled, the words laced with an Alpha command—one that no longer worked on me.
"Are you stupid?" Kieran lunged past me, his claws fully extended as he swiped at Nathan’s face. What followed wasn’t a human fight—it was two Alphas battling for dominance, fangs flashing in the moonlight.
Kieran knew boxing, and I worried he might send Nathan to the hospital, but I was shocked to realize that Nathan could fight too. Since when did he learn to fight?
"You want her back? Asshole! You lost your chance!"
"She’s mine, Carver! She was originally mine! She belongs to me and not to some devil like you!"
"Stop them!" Sylvia urged, but I knew better. Only one thing would break up an Alpha brawl.
I snatched the silver-loaded pistol from Kieran’s Beta—the only weapon that could drop a werewolf mid-shift—and fired it into the air. The sacred metal’s report froze them instantly.
"Stop or I’ll shoot both of you!" I vowed, swinging the barrel between them.
Nathan paled, his wolf Alaric whining in submission. "Kyra, you might hurt yourself."
"Like you care?" My laugh was bitter.
He shook his head. "Let’s just talk, please..."
"What’s left to talk about, Nathan? You chose Sophia. You denied me publicly. I’m so tired of explaining everything to you. Why can’t you just accept my decision?"
His eyes mirrored his pain, and I felt like I was about to give in.
"Can’t you just give me a chance to explain? Please, Kyra. I don’t want to give up on you—"
"You have to, Nathan. Now leave if you don’t want me to shoot you," I warned, trying so hard to act tough when deep inside, I felt like I was dying.
His eyes widened a bit, but he shook his head. "You won’t do that—"
I didn’t let him finish. I shot the pot next to him, and he looked at me with a shocked expression. Even Kieran was shocked by what I did.
"Leave," I ordered, putting every ounce of my authority into the word.
"Nathan. I don’t care if someone forced you to say that in public. I don’t even care if you marry Sophia tomorrow. Do whatever you like but not anything that involves me. Please, give me a break! I’ve been trying to make you give up in peace, but you just won’t listen. I want you out of my life, Nathan! If you can’t understand that, then I don’t have anything left to say."
"Let him go," Sylvia whispered, though her grief mirrored mine.
The way Nathan’s shoulders slumped—an Alpha defeated—would haunt me. As he disappeared into the night, the last thread of our connection snapped.
I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. Kieran was quick to grab the gun from my hand. He gave it back to his beta before he held my waist, supporting my weight.
His cedar and musk scent enveloped me as he brought me to the couch. "Why does it still hurt?" I asked Sylvia.
"Because some bonds," she mourned, "leave scars even when they break."
"I—I can’t... Goddess help me, I can’t get over him..." My voice broke. Sylvia howled mournfully in my mind.
Kieran handed me a glass of water. "Drink this."
I drank all the water before I looked at Kieran who sat beside me. He was caressing my back, and when our gazes met, I broke down. I buried my face in his chest and cried hard and loud in his arms. He kept caressing my back in silence, letting me ease the pain by crying.
I was so stupid. I thought I had finally forgotten my feelings for him, but with one glimpse of his confession in his diary, I caved again. My heart melted again.
I cried helplessly.
Kieran lifted my face and wiped my tears with surprising gentleness. He stared into my eyes, and before I could react, he suddenly leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I was lost for words. I was shocked by what he did, but I didn’t feel disgusted.
He stopped after three consecutive kisses and caressed my cheek. I looked him in the eyes, feeling so lost because of his kiss.
He pulled back just enough to murmur, "Let me help you forget him, little wolf."
"How?"
His cedar and musk scent enveloped me, overriding the lingering traces of Nathan’s minty aroma that still haunted my senses.
Without another word, he cupped my cheeks and claimed my lips again. This time, his kisses were full of desire. They were deep, hungry, and hot. I suddenly felt like I was melting, especially when he urged me to open my mouth, and when I did, he pushed his tongue inside and explored.
I gasped and moaned when I felt his hand move to my waist, gently caressing me.
His kisses tempted me, urging me to kiss back with the same intensity—and I did. I kissed him back with the same hunger as I slowly lifted myself up and straddled him. He continued kissing my lips until we were both gasping for air. When I pulled away to breathe, his lips traveled to my neck and down to my collarbone.
I helplessly held onto his shoulders and moaned erotically when I felt his tongue licking the skin between my breasts.
"A-Ahh! Kieran..." I moaned again when his hand reached my legs.
I whimpered when he suddenly lifted me and gently pushed me to lay on the long couch. I was about to get up and see what he was about to do when he lifted my legs and rolled my dress up until it settled on my hips. My eyes widened and I felt my body burn with desire when he kneeled and put my legs on his shoulders. He didn’t waste any time. He immediately delved between my legs and kissed my sensitive flesh through the fabric of my panties.
My back arched in pleasure as I felt him ignite the lust in my body after he planted a soft and hot kiss on my femininity. When he pulled my panties down and kissed my bare flesh, I completely lost my mind.
"Ahh! Kieran! God!" I screamed in pleasure when he started licking me there. It didn’t take long before I found a blinding release, and he licked everything, leaving me panting and aching for more.
He stood up and started unbuckling his belt while looking straight into my eyes. It was as if he were weighing my reaction, but I was already too drowned in pleasure. I wanted more and more of him.
My legs were still trembling from what he did, but I grabbed him and pushed him to sit on the couch. I straddled him again and helped with his belt. He looked truly amused by what I did, but I didn’t care anymore. I wanted him, and I could no longer stop. My body was burning with desire. Lust was eating me alive. I wanted to ride him until I came on his length, and thinking about it made me wet again.
"Argh! Fuck! Kyra!" His groans sounded so beautiful and yet erotic in my ear as I touched his length.
I felt my cheeks heat up because he was so huge and hard. I felt like he would come in my hand at any moment. The pleasure on his face and the lust in his eyes made me want to stroke him more.
"Goddamn it, Kyra! Don’t you dare regret this tomorrow," he cursed and carried me.
I wanted to dominate him, but he seemed to want the same thing. He brought me to the bed and put me there. He even tore my dress in two and, without any warning, he gently pushed his hard length inside my aching core.
I sucked in my breath and grabbed onto his arms helplessly as he impatiently put my legs on his shoulders and then started moving at a slow pace.
I arched my back again as I felt the discomfort between my legs but ignored it. I grabbed my hair as my throat started getting sore because I began to scream again as he thrust in and out of me.
It was mind-blowing. I didn’t know when we decided to rest. All I knew was that I enjoyed every single moment I spent with him, and I didn’t regret anything that happened. It was unexpected. It was a spur of the moment. I was emotional and a mess, but I felt like it was all my hidden feelings for him that drove me to sleep with him, and I regretted nothing.
