My blood heats up as I listen to her cruel words.How can she talk to my father like that? I peer through the slightly open door and see Emma gesturing to her son, who hands her a contract."I’ve always been thankful for how you took care of me and my son in the past," Emma says, her voice suddenly
Fiona’s POVThe hospital director nearly trips over himself as he rushes in behind Micah. He looks desperate to appease him, his eyes darting nervously between us. He clearly has no idea who Micah is to me."I'm terribly sorry for this situation sir," the director begins, his voice trembling slightl
Are you ok?I see the question in his eyes. A strange kind of liquid warmth envelopes my heart and I nod my head slightly, leaning into him without meaning to.A throat clears behind us and startled, I step away from Micah. My father looks between us with an indescribable expression and his eyes nar
Fiona’s POVThe owner shoots Jeremy a long-suffering look before turning back to me, hoping the receptionist will deal with him.“Like I was saying, it’s a pleasure to have you here, Fiona. We’ve been eagerly awaiting your visit to discuss your wedding plans.”Jeremy scoffs, louder this time, trying
Micah’s hands clench into fists on the table.“And I am refusing.” He says it plainly as if he wasn’t just shooting down the king’s orders.A heavy silence falls over the table. Queen Alara’s eyes flicker with unease while the king’s face hardens further. The king slams his fist on the table, making
Fiona’s POVI stop right outside his bedroom door.Once again I hear the pained growls of a wolf and I realize with a start that it must be Micah’s wolf.But, it can’t be. Only fated mates can hear each other’s wolves and mine has been dormant since birth!Still, I put aside the puzzling thoughts an
I kiss him back with everything I have, matching his intensity, letting him know without words that I’m here, that I want this too.His teeth graze my lower lip, and I moan softly, the sound swallowed by his mouth. My hands clutch at his shoulders, feeling the play of muscles beneath his shirt. I wa
Fiona’s POVWhen I arrive at work the next day, there's an electric buzz in the air. Everyone's chatting, heads bent close together, voices low but animated. I catch snippets of conversation as I make my way to my desk, feeling curious.“Do you think she’ll really leave?” I hear someone whisper.“Sh