Selene's POV.

Carmen gripped my hand tighter, pulling me out of the room. She held my hand, not my wrist thankfully, because I was still sore all over.

Was Killian really going to behead those guards because of me?

Or was it pride.

We rushed outside, and my brows furrowed the moment we reached the field.

There was a crowd. A thick, buzzing crowd of onlookers, murmuring and straining to see something happening at the center.

My chest tightened as Carmen dragged me through the people. I heard bits of whispers.

“…betrayed the Alpha…”

“…he’s really going to do it…”

And then I saw Killian. His broad back was facing...