“Let me talk to him,” I burst out. “Let me speak to him. He probably misunderstood everything because of your altered voice. If I call for help, if he knows it’s me, he’ll come. He will come for sure.” I can hear the desperation in my voice and panic crawls up my throat. I realize with shocking cla
Fiona’s POV I watch the fire as it licks the exit door. It’s a golden beast waiting to devour me. I watch it listless, broken. Would it hurt to be burned by it? Could it hurt more than it already does? When the time comes, Micah will choose me. Mark my words, Fiona. Rowena’s words taunt me as the
I will not die here. A new determination grips me. I will get out of this alive. Something inside me hardens. I will save myself tonight. I spur into action. I rip the hem of the dress I wear and use the tattered cloth to cover my mouth and protect myself from the smoke. I back into the only c
Micah’s POV I open my car door in a hurry, wanting to see Fiona as quickly as possible. It’s been too long since I held her in my arms, too long since I woke up with her strawberry scent wrapped around me and way too long since I felt her soft lips against mine. I need her right now like an addict
Distractions. My eyes narrowed at her at the word. For her own good, she better not be speaking about my wife. Just the idea of being mates with Rowena felt false. Wrong, somehow. Like, it didn’t make sense. She had brought it up before, playing with the idea, taunting me with it but every day I sp
Fiona’s POV The moon is shining exceptionally bright overhead. Its beauty is unaffected by the turmoil I am going through. I walk unsteadily on the road where crickets are my only companions. Now, that the adrenaline has seeped out of me, the burn on my wrist hurts even with the slightest movement
“You are an accomplice in that crime!” I snap at her, unable to stand her face for a second longer. “Forgive me, please. Forgive me.” She breaks into sobs again and I grit my teeth against the rage that fills me. “Get out.” I tell her, from between clenched teeth. I sigh deeply once she leaves. T
Fiona’s POV Pregnant. I read the word over and over again. Ever since I escaped the living hell that was the factory, I have felt oddly numb. It is as if rejecting Micah killed a part of me. The rejection had been painful, both emotionally and physically and a part of me was ripped away with it.
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