I nod, absorbing Micah's words. Our entire plan hinges on Jeremy and Leah's attempt to manipulate the fake prototype detector. It's a calculated risk, but the potential payoff is immense. Micah and I had meticulously designed the detector to serve as a trap. Fitted with a tiny camera, it captures b
Fiona’s POV The air in the room thickens with an unspoken tension as Wilson stares at the necklace, his eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. Amelia, still blissfully unaware, attempts to untangle her necklace from Wilson's cufflink. "Oh, sorry! My necklace got caught. It's a family heirloom. My m
But then I remember everything he put me through. The way he tarnished my image because of Rowena. The way he made my life hell in Alastair before I was finally forced to leave. “Take you to her? She died in childbirth, Wilson. She was too weak to survive. And I am sure if she was alive she wouldn’
Fiona’s POV Nervously, I pace back and forth across the room, my eyes fixed on the laptop placed in the center. It's connected to the fake detector cleverly set up by Micah in his father's room. The minutes ticking by feel like an eternity, and the lack of activity on the screen intensifies my nerv
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the hall shifts as mobile phones across the room start to buzz. People hastily take them out, the sound of videos opening filling the air. Whispers and exclamations erupt as individuals view the videos on their phones. Jeremy's clear admission of killing the king resonate
Fiona’s POV The sanitorium is calm, a serene haven tucked away from the chaotic world outside. It's been a long while since I last visited my father, Richards. The familiar scent of antiseptic lingers in the air as Micah, Amelia, and I make our way through the quiet hallways. When we reach his roo
On the adjacent sofa, Rowena, the woman who once stole from him and seduced and tricked him, sits with a faux air of confidence. His mouth twists with a mix of distaste and amusement as he smiles at her, watching her respond with an exaggerated purr. The child beside her, slumped and defeated, is th
Fiona’s POV I watch as Micah slams the file down in anger. It's midnight, and he hasn't come to bed. Ever since we came back from the sanatorium, he has been in his office, attending calls and trying to understand the situation. I lean against the doorframe and take in the tense angle of his should
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