Fiona I claw at the guard’s arm, making him drop my hair and swear. Small trails of blood run down his forearm, sending a little sliver of accomplishment through me. I’m not a weak little girl, and I won’t let him get away with trying to assault me. “You little whore,” Ethan’s ex screeches. I tu
“Are you okay, Fiona?” He asks again, letting his hands rest on my thighs. I flinch at the touch which makes him pull back. His eyes flash to that slightly yellow color as he growls again and steps back. He holds his hands up, and I nod silently, unsure what to say. “No, tell me. Give me the wor
Ethan Her lips slam onto mine, tasting of strawberries and cream. She snakes her arms around my neck, arching into me, and I nearly come undone. For a few seconds, there’s nothing but Fiona as our lips move together. Her touch. Her scent. Her taste. Everything about her sends a sense of calm
And it was still not enough, it seems. She still found a way to worm her way into my life. “Are there a lot of children without families in the West?” She asks, her eyebrows pulling together in concern. I shake my head. “It’s hard to explain and more than I can get into right now, but there ha
Fiona The tension slowly melted off Ethan as we talked, but it came back too quickly, making him stand straighter as he took two steps away from me. There’s so much he hasn’t told me, and so much that I didn’t realize he was dealing with. I have no idea how to help him, so I just pull him back i
Fiona The final seconds tick by on the board. Fans scream. I scream. “Run, Ethan! You can do it!” I shout, watching on the edge of the platform. I lean over the rail, my heart pounding, as he runs down the field. He spins and dodges an oncoming player, skillfully keeping the ball away from t
Third Person POV “Why don’t we go find Ethan?” Ryan asks, turning toward Fiona. Only, she’s not there anymore. She’d been there just a second ago, but when he looks around, Ryan finds no trace of the woman he’s supposed to be protecting. A direct order from his Alpha, and he failed. It wasn’t
FionaWhen I opened my husband’s office door, I find Jack and my stepsister, Jessica, locked together in a passionate kiss. The scene hit me like a truck. What the hell is going on?I always thought Jessica was a good girl. She’d stood by me during the hardest time of my life when my mother died, an
Third Person POV “Why don’t we go find Ethan?” Ryan asks, turning toward Fiona. Only, she’s not there anymore. She’d been there just a second ago, but when he looks around, Ryan finds no trace of the woman he’s supposed to be protecting. A direct order from his Alpha, and he failed. It wasn’t
Fiona The final seconds tick by on the board. Fans scream. I scream. “Run, Ethan! You can do it!” I shout, watching on the edge of the platform. I lean over the rail, my heart pounding, as he runs down the field. He spins and dodges an oncoming player, skillfully keeping the ball away from t
Fiona The tension slowly melted off Ethan as we talked, but it came back too quickly, making him stand straighter as he took two steps away from me. There’s so much he hasn’t told me, and so much that I didn’t realize he was dealing with. I have no idea how to help him, so I just pull him back i
And it was still not enough, it seems. She still found a way to worm her way into my life. “Are there a lot of children without families in the West?” She asks, her eyebrows pulling together in concern. I shake my head. “It’s hard to explain and more than I can get into right now, but there ha
Ethan Her lips slam onto mine, tasting of strawberries and cream. She snakes her arms around my neck, arching into me, and I nearly come undone. For a few seconds, there’s nothing but Fiona as our lips move together. Her touch. Her scent. Her taste. Everything about her sends a sense of calm
“Are you okay, Fiona?” He asks again, letting his hands rest on my thighs. I flinch at the touch which makes him pull back. His eyes flash to that slightly yellow color as he growls again and steps back. He holds his hands up, and I nod silently, unsure what to say. “No, tell me. Give me the wor
Fiona I claw at the guard’s arm, making him drop my hair and swear. Small trails of blood run down his forearm, sending a little sliver of accomplishment through me. I’m not a weak little girl, and I won’t let him get away with trying to assault me. “You little whore,” Ethan’s ex screeches. I tu
Fiona Everything in me fights against her words. She has to be lying, my heart tells me. Ethan didn’t want to have dinner together for the past two nights, my head argues. He wouldn’t do that to us, my heart says. He’s goes off on his own a lot at night, my head adds. And he doesn’t tell u
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