“Buttercup...” he whispers, reaching across to wipe his cum from my chin. “That was amazing. You’ve been a good girl today. A very good girl.”
Despite how disgusted I am with myself, I smile. I guess I have been a good girl.
Fuck. It’s starting. I am finally becoming his omega.
Killian tugs on the lead, and I notice how gentle he is this time. He lies back on the bed, bringing me with him as he positions me on top of him, and I gaze into his iceberg eyes.
For some reason, they don’t appear as cold today. Not like last night when he was tempted to kill me.
But it’s probably just a trick of the light.
He reaches his thumb to my lips, tracing their shape, and my eyes shutter closed.
I soon fall asleep like this, mentally cursing myself as I drift away to the sound of his beating heart.
I didn’t sleep at all last night in the cell, and I’m starting to feel the effects of the last twenty-four hours.
My futile escape from the strip club, coming to the penthouse, and then my second futile escape down in the garage.
It’s a lot for one omega to take.
“Buttercup,” he whispers somewhere in the distance, and that’s when I give him the last piece of myself, breaking all of my vows.
“It’s... Ravyn...”
Why did I do that? I guess I’m just getting sick of the name Buttercup. It was my stage name after all.
Well, I guess my secret is out.
But I find I hardly care anymore as I finally disappear into the land of dreams, and once again I fall asleep on a fluffy marshmallow cloud.
I will worry about the consequences of my actions when I wake again later.
Chapter 12
Killian
Ravyn.
Now I finally know the name of the beautiful creature who has changed my whole world.
Ravyn, I repeat as I stroke her long, silky brown hair, enjoying the way the light reflects off the strands.
There has never been a more perfectly fitting name. Her hair is as dark as the feathers of a raven, and I bury my nose into her mane, breathing in her cinnamon.
If only her hazel-green eyes weren’t closed. I would do anything to gaze into them again, but I don’t want to rouse her.
She has circles beneath her eyes from a rough night of sleeping in the cell, and I hated having to leave her down there.
But I had to show her what happens when you leave Killian Whitefang. She is my new obsession, and I will be damned if any other pack has her.
I want to gaze into her green irises for the rest of my life, and I have no idea what is coming over me. I have never felt this way about anyone.
I’ve had an ugly life, but I’ve finally found something beautiful. And I’m going to hold onto it for as long as I can.
People have only ever left me. Even my father did in the end when he died of cancer. I guess the stress of losing his wife and daughter, and then finding his son six years later broken and damaged had taken its toll on his health in the end.
My pack are the only family I have now, but they have proven their loyalty to me numerous times. They have never once betrayed me, and I trust them with my life.