Third POV In the humid and suffocating dungeon cells of the Warpaw kingdom, Rowena rages with hysteria. Her once perfectly manicured nails now marred, she slams the cold iron bars, creating a cacophony that echoes through the damp, stone walls. Her screams reverberate, piercing the stillness of the
Leah, still sobbing on the dungeon floor, looks up at Rowena with a mixture of betrayal and disbelief. "How could you, Rowena? I thought we were in this together." Rowena, unfazed by Leah's accusatory gaze, smirks. "Survival requires sacrifice, Leah. I won't let myself be dragged down by someone e
Fiona’s POV The great hall of Alastair Palace gleams with grandeur as I stand beside Micah, my heart pounding in anticipation of the coronation ceremony. The air is charged with a mixture of reverence and excitement as the wolves of Alastair gather, their eyes fixed on the magnificent throne where
When I feel like I cannot breathe, he gazes into my eyes with an intensity that sends my heart racing. "You drive me crazy," he whispers, his breath warm against my lips. I grin mischievously, enjoying the effect I have on him. "Well, that’s how it should be." I tease, running my fingers through h
Micah’s POV Colin eyes me critically, a perpetual frown etched on his face as he adjusts my tie for what feels like the hundredth time. "I think you need to fix this," he says, his voice a mix of irritation and concern. I can't help but chuckle, raising an eyebrow at him in amusement. Since when
Finally, to the tune of a beautiful melody, a little girl emerges. Clutching a basket of flowers, she charmingly scatters them along the path as she walks toward me. She's a breathtaking sight, a miniature version of her mother, and my heart swells with pride as I take her in. My stunning daughter
Fiona’s POV I can barely breathe. Nor do I really want to, as his lips dominantly smother mine. I have but a moment to moan for air before I’m easily plunged back into the depths of my desires. But it’s because I’m desperate to keep his soft smooth lips pressed into mine. They tingle in reaction
So, I keep a cautious eye on the sleeping Lycan as I hesitantly slide off the bedside. I dress haphazardly, desperate to flee the predator's den, his soft growl-like snoring only spiking my panic. I must have been terribly drunk last night. How else would I have had sex with Micah? Many referred to