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 have everything planned down to the last bit and the excitement of tonight has me breaking into a smile I’m powerless to stop. I place the box in a little gift bag and turn around to leave the laboratory. The fluorescent lights flicker above as I make my way toward the exit of Silver Moon Scents.
Micah’s POV The door clicks shut behind me, and the darkness wraps around me like a heavy cloak. All the lights in the house are turned off. The air is still, and the usual hum of appliances is absent. I furrow my brows, puzzled, as I loosen my tie and drop my briefcase by the entrance. "Fiona?"
Chuckling, I twist the cap and spray the perfume into the air. Immediately, I freeze. The scent that envelops me is unmistakable—it's the fragrance of my mother's garden. Memories flood my mind, images of her reading to me in the garden, chasing me as I ran away from her, singing lullabies to me
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