Ronan’s POV Happy tunes were the only things that I whistled to myself all day long. Having sex with Fiona wasn’t something that I planned would happen. I just couldn’t resist it any longer. I feel so attracted to her that I would be lying to myself if I denied it. The feelings that had made me get intimate with her back in Abian village are still the same. What surprises me is my reaction to everything. I was worried about the guilt that would weigh me down when u saw Freya. Instead, it felt like nothing out of the blue happened. There seems to be no room for it. I want more of Fiona, I want to lay next to her and see her sleep peacefully. A small smile tugged at the hem of my lips and I can’t wait for the night to come and we get to see again. Someone knocked on the door, before letting themself in. Timon walked in with his usual gait and I could sense a different scent on him. I chuckled in disbelief. “Don’t tell me you still have enough room to accommodate steamy sessions?” I
Fiona’s POVMy heart kept jumping as I couldn’t stop peeking at the door whenever it opened hoping Ronan would walk in looking all handsome and breathtaking. I didn’t mind that he was unable to see me last night. He had sent Isla to tell me. Rather than feel paranoid. I slept peacefully like a baby. “You shouldn’t get too excited. You are treading a dangerous path.” Rin said sternly. “This is not my fault.” I retorted. “No one admits it until when trouble looms. You do know the one you are fooling around with is married.” I frowned, pouting. “But you didn’t oppose the touches when it happened.” “Because you shut me out, keeping me away from telling you what is reasonable to do. Freya went off on you the last time just because your pregnancy was announced. What do you think will happen when she hears that you are messing around with her husband whom you swear not to be next to?” “What would you have me do, Rin? This is a matter of the heart. If I could tell it what to do we would
Author’s POVFreya moaned softly as Callum attempted to stand up beside her. Chuckling to himself as he watched her. He placed a light kiss on her cheek and got up. She had arrived in the middle of the night, shocking him. It made him happy how much she was into him now without even realizing it. He intends to leverage on the affection as much as he can. It felt nice being the bad person as he always ends up with the good things. Having Freya felt like hitting the jackpot. She is all that he needs to get his plans off the ground. All it would take is a whisper and she would shout the rest to the world. Dressing up after checking the time. The day was just about to break fully and if she moved as fast as her hindlegs could carry, Freya would reach the palace before anyone could suspect anything. He tapped her leg as gently as he could. Freya mumbled some incoherent words and turned her back to him. “Freya you need to wake up now. It's almost daybreak and I am sure your husband might
Ronan’s POVI shifted on the side feeling a warmth around me. Shrugging it off, I tried to focus on my sleep but the touch appeared again. Fluttering my lashes, I sniffed looking to my side to find a naked Freya illuminated by the moon shining into the room. I groaned inwardly. There was a time when just a show of Freya’s nipple was enough to get me jumping at her. But I can’t even get the excitement of seeing her in her full glory. “My love.” She drawled, inching closer to me. I turned to the lamp stand to check my watch. The time is still far from daybreak. “What is it, Freya?” She furrowed her brows. “Why are you asking? Have you suddenly gone blind? I am naked, Ronan.” Freya sounded angry. “Please, my queen, there is no need for you to raise your voice. I need you to understand me. I had a long day attending to pack duties. I would respond to you on other days, but I am tired right now.” “I don’t care, Ronan. I want you.” She moaned, pulling at my robe. I grabbed a hold of h
Ronan’s POV Even though Timon said there was no need for me to see the body for myself. I didn’t listen. It doesn’t seem right for me to just stand back and not get to see it for myself. Elder Dante was practically mutilated. For a werewolf, it feels like an awful death. It makes me wonder if his wolf had tried to fight off the killer at all. My eyes twitched as I bent down to see the silver blade used to put him to sleep. The handle looks so familiar. The memories came rushing to my head and it felt like I would go blind all of a sudden. Sweat beads formed on my forehead when the faint dreadful feeling settled on me. I can almost feel the effect of the stabs and how much pain I went through.My heart thumped in fear and I staggered to the back still bent over. I remember vividly from the day I was left to die. It is the same tool. My throat went dry all at once. Whoever this killer is, they are quite bold. Is this some kind of message? I got up still feeling shaky as I looked aroun
Author’s POV Callum searched the trousers again and nothing came out. He already knew it wasn’t there, but he hoped by a miracle that it was hidden away in the pocket. He kept cursing loudly realizing the mistake he had made. Throwing the trousers against the wall, he sat down on the edge of the bed staring blankly at the wall. Dante got what was coming for him and killing him in the palace wasn’t the plan. He had thought to carry out the murder by himself to avoid any kind of mistake from his men. Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to ruin all his plans. However, Dante seemed to have caught someone coming after him and he headed to the palace instead. Taking the route that guards are mostly devoid of. He had threatened Callum that he would tell Ronan everything between them. Callum knew letting Dante live would be a big disadvantage to him which was why he took the risk of killing his long-time friend right in the palace. He can only hope the silver blade he used didn’t fall out into
Fiona’s POV Everything felt eerie, almost like something was going wrong in the palace. I woke up startled and unable to get back to sleep. The maids that came into my room seemed hasty to leave and it made me wonder if something bad had really happened. Isla opened the door the minute I got out of bed. “Why do you look sad?” I asked adjusting my heavy butt. She blew a raspberry. “I can’t seem to understand everything happening in the palace. It’s obvious that all of them are trying so hard to jeopardize the Alpha’s reputation.” My heart raced at her words. “What is going on? How is Ronan?” “The Alpha is fine, you don’t have to worry about him. But one of the elders was found dead this morning. To think we were all just still talking about the drama between the king and queen.” I totally forgot about the dead person as my ears perked at the news that aligned with me. “What happened?” “Queen Freya has a habit of slamming the door shut back and forth whenever she is angry at the
Author’s POV Freya stared at Callum’s relaxed face. As soon as they were done having sex he slept off. She traced the line of his nose slowly. As hard as it is for her to admit, she is beginning to like him differently. Despite what her intention was when she first started with him, now it's a different kind of thought. She feels more comfortable around him and has thoughts of him being better than Ronan. Feeling her throat itch, she got down from the bed naked to pour herself a glass of water. Callum stirred, fluttering his lashes to adjust them to the light, he eventually opened it. His eyes landed on Freya’s perfectly shaped body and it brought a smile to his face. “What are you doing?” He asked her. She turned to him with the glass in hand blushing. “I am just here drinking water. You want some?” Callum nodded, sitting up. “Yes, thank you.” Freya poured a glass and went ahead to give him. He received it, pulling at her nipple before drinking. “This tastes so good.” He mused.