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
She looks at me for a moment, her expression unreadable. “Fiona,” she repeats, as if testing the name. “I see.”There’s a brief, uncomfortable silence.“I’m looking forward to contributing to the team’s projects,” I add, hoping to make a good impression.Patricia glances at me indifferently.“You’re
Fiona’s POVA few days pass and we all settle into a sort of routine. A routine that mostly comprises of me trying to get Patricia’s nod of approval and her casually dismissing me any chance she gets.I am almost reaching the height of frustration, when, one day Patricia calls for an urgent meeting
Fiona’s POVFor a moment, I just sit there, stunned.My mind races with the possibilities as I clutch the document in my hands.Could Patricia really mean what I think she did …Without thinking, I jump up and run after her. I catch sight of her entering the lift and frantically press the button, ju
Richards looks at me, sadness glittering in his wise eyes but when he speaks, his voice is firm. “No Fiona. No matter what, I can’t give Jeremy that formula.”I take a deep breath, trying not to cry.“B-but,” I plead, my worry for him making my voice tremble. “I’m scared for you. I can’t bear the t
Third POVJeremy sits at his desk, the phone in his hand feeling heavier with each passing second. His newly acquired office that he wrangled from Fiona’s father should provide him with a sense of power and control.Instead, it's a cage, each call from the public relations department tightening the