Fiona’s POV I drag in a lungful of cool night air, the joy of running through a crisp fall forest, the grass whipping by me, the scents of the night filling my nose. I howl out my pleasure and hear the answer of my pack in the distance. The musty smell of my mate has me veering off course. Slowing
Fiona’s POV The moment Micah enters the room, a bottle of the finest bourbon cradled in one arm and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers held in the other, my world seems to shift. He walks in with his usual confidence, something that is in stark contrast to the uncertainty that has plagued me in recent d
Doubts burn into my mind. I’m used to being in control, to have authority on things but Fiona has a way of making me feel out of my depth, of getting under my skin. "Micah, it's nice to see you today, visiting Mr. Richards with Fiona." Fiona’s father’s caregiver, Miss Thompson, interrupts my thoug
Fiona’s POV I can’t believe I made a fool of myself. My fingers shake as I walk away from Micah, trying to make a hasty retreat. Rowena’s name flashing across the caller ID is the wakeup call I need. What was I thinking? How could I let him get so close to me? A tsunami of self-blaming thoughts
Fiona’s POV The hall where the Queen Mother’s birthday banquet is being held is truly a splendid sight, decorated with golden tapestries and resplendent chandeliers that cast an enchanting ambiance. The banquet tables are draped in delicate silk and gleam with exquisite silverware, setting the sta
Fiona’s POV As Micah's biting words hang in the air, a suffocating tension blankets the grand hall, the splendor of the Queen Mother's birthday banquet fading into a backdrop of suppressed hostility. Queen Alara’s composure, already fragile, teeters on the verge of shattering. "Watch your words, P
As the Queen Mother fusses over us, the King's attention wanders, his eyes scanning the room until they lock onto a newcomer. My heart lurches as I follow his gaze. Rowena's presence is hard to miss, and her ostentatious attire practically screams for attention. Her dress is obnoxiously loud, a gau
Fiona’s POV "I'm doing it as your ex-boyfriend." At his words, I struggle against him, futilely attempting to pull away from his firm grasp, but I might as well be a leaf in a hurricane. He's always been stronger than me, physically and emotionally. My mind spirals back to the last time he did th
I lean into him, my heart full. "Yes, it is," I say softly. "And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."____________________After the wedding ceremony, Micah and I finally return home. Immediately, Micah sweeps me in his arms on the first step and I let out a surprised squeal.He simp
Fiona’s POVThe Lycan King's eyes blaze with fury as Micah steps forward, standing tall in front of me and protecting me from the eyes of everyone in the room."Micah, how dare you still want to marry this... this evil girl? Do you not care about what she did to Rowena?" the King demands, his voice
Unsure of what to do, I move to help Rowena when the door to the bridal room bursts open.Micah strides in, his eyes narrow at the sight before him. Behind him, the Lycan King and Queen enter, followed by Jeremy and Leah. The tension in the room spikes instantly."What is all this commotion?" the Ki
Fiona’s POVI move to pick up the almost empty coffee cup, next to me but my hand twitches and it suddenly shatters in my hands. Shocked by my own strength, I stare at the broken pieces.Ever since Micah and I marked each other, it’s like I’ve been changing. Somehow, my senses have gotten sharper. I
He arches an eyebrow, clearly unsatisfied. “Louder.”“I’m yours,” I repeat, my voice stronger this time, but still shaky. He gives me another teasing stroke, and I can’t help but moan.“Louder, Fiona. I need to hear you,” he says, his voice a mix of demand and dark promise. He brushes his thumb over
Fiona’s POVMicah doesn’t release me as we walk inside. The power is out because of the heavy rain, and shadows are everywhere, making the house feel eerie. The only sounds are the distant rumble of thunder and our soft footsteps on the hardwood floor."Micah?" I ask, my voice small and nervous in t
“I’ll fix it. I promise you. I’ll be good to you. I’ll never hurt you again. Ever. I was a stupid fucking asshole for not realising this before but I love you. God, I love you so much. I feel empty without you. So, please. Just please, give me another chance. Forgive me, please.”Despite everything
Fiona’s POVIt's late when I return home that night. Micah had a late day at work, so I spent time with Antonia before heading back. By the time I reach my house, the sky has turned a menacing shade of charcoal, and the air is thick with the promise of a thunderstorm.The first heavy drops splatter
“Maybe, you were always cautious in your ways, Jeremy but I am sure the same can’t be said about Aunt Emma and her son. Starting there will probably be a good trail that will help expose your crimes.” I continue, watching as he becomes more and more agitated.“How - how did you know?” He finally ask