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
Third POV Jason smiles as he observes the panicked condition of the Alastair soldiers. His army has successfully infiltrated the kingdom, and soon they will unite around the castle. Once the castle falls and Micah is dead, Alastair will be under his control. He chuckles at the sight of his wolves t
And now, just as I had planned, the detectors make Jason’s army look like sitting ducks. I smirk as I see the Warpaw soldiers’ bewilderment. They really thought they could invade us like cowards in the middle of the night, sneaking in like rats from hidden tunnels. Jeremy clearly forgot that whate
Fiona’s POV Please Micah, come back home. I am wide awake, looking at the clock, my heart in my throat. It's the dead of night, and Micah still isn't home. He has completely shielded himself from me, so I can't sense him through the mate bond either. I sit on the couch with my arms wrapped aroun
I let out a small chuckle, amused by his excitement. "That's quite the tale," I say, my tone light. I don't mention that I know these myths all too well, that the picture is of my ancestor, and that I am a white wolf myself. Havier continues on excitedly, "However, there is more to the legend. Isa