Chapter 163

Killian found himself humming a familiar tone. He kept telling himself that any day now, the lycan would turn up to claim his mate.

He was in the confines of his opulent throne room, the grandeur of his surroundings serving as a stark contrast to the turmoil festering within him.

Killian stood at the center of power, a throbbing ache engulfed his head, and a searing pain gripped his chest.

The weight of his thoughts felt like an immense burden, threatening to crush him under its weight.

Unable to withstand the torment any longer, Killian crumpled to his knees, his hands instinctively reaching for his pounding temples.

He groaned in anguish as the intensity of his pain intensified, gripping him with relentless force.

It was as though his head was being torn apart, his very thoughts unraveling in the face of such overwhelming agony.

A guttural scream erupted from Killian, reverberating through the cavernous room. The sound, a cacophony of desp