KIERAN'S POV
I had faced rogue attacks that lasted for days without sleeping. I had stood on blood-soaked battlefields and watched enemies fall before me without hesitation. I had led warriors into impossible situations and returned with victory more times than I could count.
Fear wasn't something I allowed myself to feel, and vulnerability was something I buried so deeply that even my brothers rarely saw it.
Yet standing before Layla in the ancient catacombs with her hand wrapped around mine, I realized confessing my feelings terrified me far more than war ever could.
My heart was beating so hard against my chest that it almost irritated me.
What kind of Alpha became nervous around his mate?
It was ridiculous. And yet, here I was, struggling to breathe properly simply because she was looking at me with those beautiful golden hazel eyes.
