The hallway is silent with no signs of partygoers when I poke my head out. The hallway lights are dim, but no one is around, so I slip out and make my way back to the ballroom. Jack’s voice filters loudly through the building, and I realize he’s already making his speech. His words are muffled unt
Fiona He’s following me. Without looking behind me, I can tell Ethan is close behind. His heavy, warm presence is unmistakable and comforting. Honestly, it gives me the strength to keep going. However, as soon as I step out of the ballroom, a large hand circles the back of my arm, pulling me g
Ethan looks up from his meal, an eyebrow raised. Taking a steady breath, I look him directly in the eyes. His intense gaze makes me pause, but I don’t let it fully stop me as I say, “I wanted to tell you that, no matter what happens between me and Jack, I won’t use you to retaliate against him aga
Fiona Pulling on my black sleeves, I make sure they cover my arms fully, not that it truly matters. It’s pitch-black outside, so even if I weren’t covered “You ready?” Isla asks, glancing at me from the driver’s seat. Like me, she’s dressed entirely in black because she said we needed to be like
“Where should we start?” Isla asks while spinning in a slow circle. “Jessica said there was a hidden safe, so maybe start with the art and the shelves? Isn’t that where secret safes are usually hidden?” I ask, glancing at her. I know this isn’t a movie, but it feels like a scene taken straight fro
Fiona “Did you find anything?” Isla asks as I pick at my cuticles. “No, and I’m about to go crazy,” I tell her, looking through another set of papers I brought from home. “Did the lawyer say what kind of paperwork you needed to find? Does it have to be physically official, or could it be somet
“Oh,” I mumble. “Yeah, you were supposed to meet me for lunch fifteen minutes ago,” Ethan says as my cheeks grow warm with embarrassment. I was so intent on searching that I’d forgotten about lunch and lost almost two hours of time. Crap. “I’m sorry, Ethan. I was looking into Jack’s finances,
Fiona After Mr. Adair left, Ethan and I worked for the next few hours until he left to get ready for the soccer game tonight. He’d told me Ryan would meet me at the stadium to help me find my seats and to keep me safe while I’m there. I found the statement strange, wondering how much danger I co
A feral growl rips from my chest, and I turn on him.“She is already your Luna. I may not have fully mated Fiona yet, but she, on more than one occasion, has urged me to find another mate so that our Pack wouldn’t be impacted negatively. She is a hard worker, cares for people, and has already shown
Ethan“You’re cutting it close, Alpha,” one of the elders says as I arrive in the main meeting room of the Pack House. His tone suggests he’s not happy, but with a cut of my eyes, he lowers his gaze. Leaving Fiona again, especially while she could be in danger, was not on my to-do list, but I also c
“Someone of my status and nature would be a much better match for an Alpha and a King. Sooner or later, Ethan will realize that you aren’t a good fit, and he’ll leave. He won’t let you drag him down and keep him from glory,” she nags as I push the elevator button.The numbers count down slowly, taki
FionaGlancing over my shoulder, I try to shake the feeling of being watched, but ever since I saw those pictures, I can’t get rid of the feeling. My fingers tighten around my phone, ready to call Ethan if anything happens.Isla guides us through the restaurant, a much calmer and nicer setting than
FionaOne of my favorite songs plays softly through the small speakers on my desk computer, and I hum along, bobbing my head to the beat. I type out an email to the newest company wanting to meet and pitch an idea to Ethan. I send them our usual, general terms and conditions as well as the specific
I flip to the next letter and unfold it, finding much neater writing this time. Like with the last letter, Ethan’s handwriting sits in the top right corner. Alex Redding. Age thirteen.Dear Mr. Montgomery, Mrs. Marie said that I could write to you, and it wouldn’t disturb you. I’m the boy you plac
FionaEthan settles against the kitchen counter and looks through the mail. The activity is so mundane, something I didn’t picture him doing, but watching him standing there, I can’t help but move closer and stand beside him.“Anything interesting?” I ask, trying to peek over his arm when he sets al
“We’re here to run,” he answers, smiling then frowning a bit when he looks over at me. There are no lights on in the stadium and no cars in the parking lot, but still, something about this place sends a shot of anxiety through me. “There’s nothing to be nervous about, Fiona. Nothing will happen agai
FionaEthan pulls back slowly, almost as if he doesn’t want to break the kiss. His forehead presses to mine softly while our breaths mix, and the pounding of our hearts take over our senses. My lips tingle, and I wonder if every kiss and every touch will be like this.Every time he touches me, it’s