Kieran’s POV I sit at the dimly lit bar, the hum of conversations and clinking glasses fading into the background as I clutch the only picture I have of my twin sister. It's a simple photograph- a newborn baby swaddled in white blankets. My heart aches as I study the innocent face of the baby in t
With that, she carries on with her presentation, undeterred. However, my momentary distraction doesn't go unnoticed. A beautiful woman approaches our little corner, her eyes fixed on me, clearly interested in striking up a conversation. She twirls her hair around her finger and seductively lays he
Micah’s POV I feel the hot, burning sensation on my face, and I momentarily freeze. The sensation is unfamiliar – After all, I've never been on the receiving end of a slap. Nobody can dare do that to me and live except … Fiona. Speaking of Fiona, I observe as she plants her hands on her hips, swa
"I need to make sure she doesn't get this drunk again," I think to myself. Sighing deeply, I wrap my arm around her waist and guide her toward the exit of the bar. She leans heavily on me, her breath gently brushing against my ear, tickling me with an enticing caress. It’s fucking distracting! Th
Fiona’s POV Soft, velvety lips meet mine, and a moan escapes me. I didn’t realise how much I needed this until now, when I have my arms around Micah. His hand cups my cheek as he holds me in place and I raise myself up, eagerly leaning in for more. Uncontrollable tears gather behind my closed eye
His eyes briefly flash gold, and for a moment, his lips part as his face turns towards mine, eyes trained firmly on my lips. It’s when I am almost sure that he’s about to give in, that my lips are about to touch his, that he pushes me away with a firm hand around my neck. "How many times do I have
Fiona’s POVMy eyelids flutter open, and for a moment, I don't realize where I am. Wood flooring, high ceilings, and grey painted walls greet my groggy vision. I spot a picture of Micah and I on the side table. We're both smiling at the camera with our arms intertwined, a snapshot of happier times.
"So, about my body scent project...?" I trail off, waiting for his reply.Raulf's eyes flicker for a moment, and I catch the subtle shift in his demeanour. His eyes harden and for a moment, I am sure he is about to yell his rejection at me. Yet, when he speaks, his tone is saccharine sweet once agai
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