Chapter 12

Killian POV

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, a frown forming on my lips as a headache throbbed behind my temples. Rolling my eyes, I turned it off and swung my legs off the bed.

The house was already alive with activity. The maids were tending to their duties, the pack members were getting ready for work, school, or university—everyone was busy in their own way.

Then I caught her scent. Eleanor. The unmistakable aroma of roses filled the room. Our garden was full of them, but I didn’t expect it to reach me inside the walls of the house. I shook my head, pushing the thought aside as I headed to the bathroom.

I showered quickly, knowing today would be long. The wedding needed to be over, the Italians gone. The last thing I wanted was to deal with Elton again. That fucker would undoubtedly try to negotiate som