(...continued where Selene still held Kieran)
"Autumn…"
Her name.
It slipped past Kieran's lips like vapor once again…now thin, fragile, but very much persistent.
"…Autumn…Autumn…"
The sound was barely audible. A fevered exhale. A ghost of devotion.
Selene stiffened.
There was no violent outwardly show.
But things in her spine locked.
Her palm, still resting over his heart, pressed down…just slightly harder. Not enough to harm. Just enough to feel the stubborn rhythm beneath her hand.
Thud.
Irregular.
Weak.
Beating with her name.
"She chose the storm," Selene murmured quietly.
Her thumb traced the hollow at the base of his throat as she spoke, as though guiding the words directly into him.
"And yet you chose her over and over again…look at you Kieran...Is this the Alpha you wanted to be???Look at yourself…where do you stand? Where does your pack stand? Was she worth all this? "
