I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. Micah's words echo in my mind, "Keep your head up cause you have nothing to be ashamed of." I whisper those words over and over to myself until they become my mantra. I can't let them see any weakness, not now. With that thought, I gather my confid
Fiona’s POV Micah's eyes narrow as he turns to face the offensive reporter, his expression severe, and a palpable air of authority emanating from him. The chaotic crowd immediately falls silent as they take note of his cold demeanor and when he speaks, they hang on his every word. "You seem to hav
When I am with him, the world's harshness softens, and I only have to be myself - nothing more, nothing else. Which is why, now, the idea of leaving him feels like someone is sawing my very soul in two. Lately, Micah has been so good to me, that it almost feels surreal. It has become a struggle fo
Micah’s POV I watch her as she watches me. Her moss green eyes are wide, brimming with tears that make them glisten like emeralds. There is so much hope in them that it gives something away in my heart. Suddenly, everything is clear to me. The answer was there all along. Plain as day. I had consta
"Your scruffy cheeks are tickling me, husband," she teases, her voice a melodic symphony that I've missed more than I realized. A mischievous smile spreads across my face. "Oh, it tickles, does it?" I say, my fingers dancing along her sides. Her eyes narrow playfully, and before she can react, I b
Third POV The last few days have been pure hell for Jeremy. The press and media have been after him like relentless hounds, harassing him for questions about Fiona and Micah. They swarm him like flies wherever he goes. Even now, as he goes to his mother’s mansion, they follow him like moths to fl
"However," Queen Alara adds with a touch of bitterness, "now, despite being his chosen Queen, I am aware that he doesn't hold me in the highest regard. His delay in moving me into The Royal Palace of Hearts, even after I ascended to the position of Queen, speaks volumes. It is a manifestation of his
Micah’s POV I stand in front of the mirror, holding the silky strip of fabric in my hands like it's an alien artifact. The tie, a seemingly simple accessory, has become my nemesis this morning. I pull one end tighter, trying to mimic the tutorial I half-heartedly watched earlier. My reflection bet
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