Chapter 7

One Week Later.

“Are you sure about this?” Killan asked, his voice gentle but firm as he crossed the few remaining steps into the room.

Alpha Killan paused in the doorway of Camila’s chamber, his boots echoing softly on the polished hardwood floor. The late-morning sunlight filtered through heavy drapes of midnight-blue velvet, casting faint patterns of shadow and light across the silk chaise lounge and the cluster of personal maids who had been waiting just outside. He crossed his arms over his broad chest and studied the woman before him.

Camila drew a steadying breath, her gaze flicking from her reflection to Killan’s face. “I am,” she answered, her tone quiet but unwavering. She turned fully to face him, her gaze serious. “I