Third POVStepping out of Micah's company, Rowena can't believe the events that unfolded in the office. She seethes with anger, her face flushing with a burning fury.How can Micah betray her like this? She invested so much effort in winning him over to her side, only for it all to come crashing dow
It was foolish of me to assume it was Micah orchestrating everything.Why do my thoughts always gravitate back to him?Every. Single. Time.I shake my head as a deep sense of sadness washes over me. I feel stung and consumed by bitterness.Of course, it couldn't have been Micah. He made it abundantl
Fiona’s POV Over the next few days, I can hardly sleep. The image of Micah's retreating figure haunts my dreams. Every time I try to raise my hand to stop him, he vanishes in smoke, and I wake up in a cold sweat. I'm exhausted, and I can't fathom why I have this constant urge to reach out to him.
Tears well up in my eyes as it dawns on me that when Micah reached out to me earlier, asking me to accompany him to the banquet, he was already aware of all this. He must have been in immense pain to come to me at that moment, and what had I done? I had asked him to leave. After that, I had been so
Fiona’s POV I stand still against Micah, my heart thundering in my chest. I can hear the guard open the door and any moment now, I fear we will be discovered. Micah’s proximity is making it difficult for me to stay still. With every breath my breasts brush against his chest and I feel an unwanted t
I want to say something. Tell him this is wrong but my lips refuse to move in protest. He explores the column of my neck, planting a series of feather-light kisses that set my nerves on fire. Each touch sends a shiver racing down my spine, and I can't help but clutch his shirt as desire builds withi
Micah’s POV The moment her lips touch mine, I come undone. I can’t help the growl that escapes my throat as I match her kiss with a frenzied one of my own. My hand lifts up to tangle in her hair, fisting the dark tresses in my palm. The urge to possess her, make her mine, makes my blood burn and
I flash her one wicked look, as I slide it open. She lowers her eyes, slack jawed as she calculates the drop, instinctively getting closer to me. A chuckle reverberates through my chest. It’s the first laugh I have had all day. Without thinking too deeply about that, I gather her in my arms and jump
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