Who knew it was going to take one of their now routine fall outs to get Kendra to befriend the she-wolves in the pack?
Honestly speaking, Killian never thought he’d live to see the day that happened.
He hadn’t believed Miguel when he had reported his observations, and so he had sent Dante, who only came back with the same news.
In the end, he had gone himself to absolutely confirm the miracle… even though he had made sure that she didn’t see him.
For her to agree to hang out with the she-wolves rather than spar told him just how much she wanted to avoid him this time. And so he was going to respect her decision.
If Killian was being honest with himself, he was doing all of this because he still had a sliver of hope in his heart that all wasn’t too late— that she was going to come around eventually.
That was the only thing he was counting on as at now.
She just had to come around.
They had about a month until the red moon— their very own apocalypse.
And Killian was fully prepared. He had planned everything. The letter to move his entire pack over to Riverdale had been drafted and stamped and sealed. And he had already spoken to Tyrone about it.
He had even given Tyrone explicit instructions to transfer the pack back to Kendra after his demise. There was no one who could be a much better Alpha than her.
It seriously struck Killian as hilarious whenever he thought about just how laid back he was in preparing for his approaching death, but he knew that sometimes leading had to do more with being the slave rather than being the master.
He had resigned himself to his fate.
But he wasn’t going to let that fate drag his beloved pack along with him.
He was in his study, but then again, when wasn’t he?
It was almost as if he had moved into the large enclosure, for he barely went into his chambers anymore. He was always cooped in his study, and then when he wasn’t there, he was either training, or going out for a run in his wolf form. He couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep, but thankfully… his wolf form handled those two problems for him. Well, most of the time at least.
Alpha, Artemis is back, she’s heading for your study.
Dante informed him through the mind-link. Killian thanked the wolf for his sharp thinking. He didn’t think he was in the right frame of mind to handle a surprise.
Artemis.
For a second, he had forgotten about the red headed she-wolf, but the more he thought about her, the more hope bloomed in his chest.
Kendra had broken the impotency aspect of the curse!
Maybe he could use that advantage to win Artemis’s heart instead.
For a brief moment, he felt guilty for thinking about taking advantage of the redhead’s kindness towards him, but the feelings quickly disappeared.
It wasn’t as if she wasn’t taking advantage of him too.
Killian knew that her main reason for still sticking with him after everything had to do with the power and position he possessed. It was a total, mutually beneficial relationship.
He got to save his pack from total annihilation.
And she got money, power, and bragging rights.
When the knock sounded at the door, the Alpha barely got the chance to say come in when the red-head opened the door and poked her head in, “Missed me?”
Well he hadn’t… and he was no liar, and so he just curtly smiled at her. “Hey, you’re back.”
He sat back comfortably in his chair and watched her mischievously lock the door shut and take slow, seductive steps towards him.
“I missed you so much, Killian.” She whispered as she closed the distance between them and straddled him, leaning in to kiss his neck, and then roughly claim his lips.
This time, Artemis was shocked at the frenzy with which Killian responded to her kiss. It was as though he had been thirsty for so long and then she had appeared, offering him the water of life, and boy did he drink to his fill. She could feel his hands everywhere at once, and with his help, she was quickly out of her gown, before she could even realise it.
Moan after moan escaped her lips as Killian played with her small mounds, tugging, squeezing… tweaking, his mouth never leaving hers through it all.
They kissed for what seemed like hours.
Her hands palmed his broad chest, her fingers relishing in the feel of his muscled abs against her touch. For a brief second, Artemis thought she felt something poke her clad core, but that sweet sensation suddenly disappeared. Seeking more, she tried to grind against him, but there was nothing.
Confused and mesmerized, she reached down to grab him, but all she got for trying was that now familiar yowl as his face shifted into the freakishly scary caricature she had gotten used to.
This time, she wasn’t going to lie, it scared her a little.
It seemed her time away from him had made her forget how horrendous he truly was looking like that.
Apparently, so had he.
The red-head watched his freaky eyes widen at the look of fear in her own eyes, his normal looking hands reaching out to touch his face. “No, no, no, no,” She heard him mutter, his tone suddenly frantic. “This isn’t supposed to happen, the curse has been broken,”
Artemis was so lost.
“Killian—”
“Get out!” Came the order.
“But w-why, I don’t—”
“I said leave! NOW!!!” He roughly pushed her off him, his scary looking face making the order even more daunting for the she-wolf.
With tears in her eyes, she quickly shimmied back into her gown and fled the room, right as Killian swept everything on his desk off in anger.
“You can’t fuck with my life, you hear me?” He yelled to the heavens. “I’ve had it with you all playing with my life, leave me the fuck alone!!!”
The Alpha struggled to get his breaths under control, wanting his horrid looking caricature of a face to go back to normal.
While waiting for that to happen, he cast his mind back to that night in Kendra’s room. His face had not turned into its cursed form, and so he had assumed that Kendra had broken that part of the curse too.
But apparently, it was still there.
And his cock… he had felt that pleasurable stirring at the start of their whatever-that-was, but it had suddenly disappeared. He suddenly felt, nothing.
What the fuck did that mean?
Did it mean that the curse was back?
He was so confused. And his fucking monstrous face did not seem to be disappearing. It usually went on its own as soon as there was no more action pertaining to sex, so what was happening now?
It had almost been fifteen minutes, and his face was still the same, showing no signs of disappearing.
Grabbing a cloak, he covered his face and angrily stormed out of the study,
He had a theory brewing in his head, but he needed to fucking test it out first.