“Fiona,” he greets as I step off the elevator. I offer my best smile, but even I can tell it’s not as genuine as it usually is. “What did you find?” I ask as soon as we make it into his office. “The lab sent back the forged signature as well as your samples. They wrote an official letter stating
Fiona “Please have this correspondence sent out to the Mercy Medical Company as soon as possible,” I tell Patrice, the older mail lady. She smiles at me and pats my hand. “Honey, you didn’t have to come all the way down to the mail room. You could’ve called me to come get this from you,” she say
My gut churns. It could be a lie, I remind myself. It’s what I wanted. Liar, a voice in my head whispers. It’s right. I hate the idea of their marriage moving forward. Angela opens her mouth like she’s going to say more, but I can’t listen to her anymore. I already have enough trouble with wha
Fiona My eyes fly to the door, but there’s no escape unless I go through Jack. Maybe I should’ve eaten with Ethan. Anything would be better than Jack showing up. In fact, he shouldn’t even be in this building. “What are you doing here, Jack?” I demand, putting as much confidence into my voice, l
Jack’s eyes widen. “Have you forgotten everything you’ve done, Jack? You’re the one who ripped our marriage apart, not me,” I growl, stalking forward. “You chose to do the exact opposite of what you vowed on that very beautiful wedding day. You’re the one who stopped putting time and effort into o
Fiona I adjust my pantsuit one last time before following Mr. Adair into he courtroom. After one hearing two days ago, we are finally entering the final divorce hearing. There were some issues at the first hearing with Jack’s lawyer, so the judge had to order us to reconvene today. As Mr. Adair
I take the moment to glance at Jack, who has become pale with surprise. I almost laugh. If he hadn’t fired his lawyer and if he’d bothered to look through the submitted evidence, he would have seen the evidence. “I will take this into consideration, Mr. Adair, but as you know, I have no jurisdicti
Fiona With each ring of the phone, the jumble of nerves in my stomach gets more and more tangled. I glance at Mr. Adair as he waits with me for the car I called, but what really ties my stomach up is that Isla isn’t answering the phone. I wanted her to be the first person I told about my divorce a
“You will not fail the challenges if you want to—”“Silence!” The command rings loud and clear with the Alpha command, making everyone in the room freeze and stopping my father in the middle of his rant. Lately, he’s been pushing the limits a little too much.With the anger and pain already piercing
EthanStepping foot onto my land and then into my pack house this time is different. The usual zing of anticipation is dulled, almost as if it has become numb after Fiona left. It doesn’t matter that she’s never been here or that she’s never fully been part of my pack.There’s something missing now.
Not that I want it to. I don’t want anything to do with Ethan anymore, not after what he’s done. This time, Ethan crossed a line so far that he can’t even see it anymore. That rotten, no-good, lying little—He could be seriously injured or even killed. Ryan’s words suddenly pop into my mind, and I f
FionaI run.Nothing is more important right now than getting to Isla’s car. My feet pound against the driveway as I lock my sights on Isla’s car just beyond the gate. There’s nothing else. It all fades away, leaving me and the gate and the car.I don’t look back, not at the house and not at him. I
EthanMy face stings, and everything disappears except for my mate.The mate I haven’t seen in almost three days since she locked herself in her room. The mate who yelled at me to leave her alone a minute ago.My mate who is screaming at me.“You have no right to keep me locked up here, Ethan!” She
FionaMy stomach lurches, and I collapse over the toilet, emptying the contents of my stomach. I heave and cough to expel the burning feeling from my throat, and when there’s nothing left, I slide back to the floor and lean against the wall.My entire body aches and feels hot as I close my eyes, but
EthanI fucked up.“You did. Now she’s going to keep ignoring us,” Zev growls, pacing in my mind. He wants out, wants to go to our mate, but the door between us may as well be a canyon. The cold shoulder she gave me even after I told her about Angela was more than icy. It was almost emotionless.So,
Turning on my heel, I march toward the stairs, ignoring his calls and making my way down to the kitchen. I leave him behind to stew on my words, and when I get to the kitchen, I find the staff in full swing.“Breakfast is ready if you would like to sit at the dining table, Ms. Fiona,” a young woman
I hate that it’s so easy for him to control me.I hate that I can’t fight back.I hate it.“Please let me go,” I beg. Maybe if I beg hard enough, he’ll feel bad and let me go. He doesn’t stop, though. I wiggle and try to get out of his hold, my irritation pooling within me, as he continues to march