Fiona’s POV “You all recognize the necklace she wears, don’t you?” Slowly, I lift my head up as Micah’s acidic tone threatens to eviscerate everything in his path. I watch as Alara gasps, her eyes fastened on the necklace he has taken off my neck. A slow and devilish smile forms on Micah’s face, a
However, before I can think about it further, he takes my hand in his and walks me out of the room. I follow him silently. All the way to his car, where he tucks me inside and fastens the seat belt over me. Then, he gets into the driver's seat and powers the engine. I twist my hands together as I f
Fiona’s POV "What?!" I sputter as I watch Micah casually saunter into his apartment and pour a drink into a delicate champagne glass. I can't believe he's this relaxed after what he just revealed to me. At my bafflement, he turns and lifts a perfect eyebrow at me, slight amusement glittering in h
Micah says calmly before he fishes out his phone from his pocket. Smiling widely, I quickly down the rest of my drink, happy with the way things are going. Micah dials the number and puts it on speaker. I watch him as he casually waits for his grandmother to pick up the phone. When her voice comes
Fiona’s POV The next few days feel like a beautiful dream. Somehow Micah’s apartment is filled with all the things that I love. The fridge is stocked with my favorite food. The washroom is equipped with all the products I love to use. Even my room smells of my favorite vanilla scented candles. I
My cheeks turn pink at the insults and my eyes burn. I cannot believe the amount of hate she is so casually wielding against me. “I have heard you were planning a wedding with some Royal, weren’t you Fiona?” She gives out a cruel laugh. “Have you even seen yourself? Did you really think yourself so
Third POV Things are not going well for Jeremy. He can't shake the image from his mind—the way Micah's hand had rested on Fiona's waist, the way she had smiled up at him. It replays like a broken record, intensifying the knot of jealousy and uncertainty in his chest. Sitting in the kitchen, Jerem
As Jeremy saunters away, two caretakers exchange nervous glances behind his back. "Do you think he noticed that we switched their padlock with a new one?" one caretaker whispers anxiously to the other. The second caretaker furrows her brow, scanning Jeremy from far away. "No, I don't think so. If
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