Fiona’s POV Sometimes, your whole world turns upside down when you least expect it. A few hours ago, I thought my life was finally taking a turn for the better. I was happily married to the formidable Lycan Prince of one of the deadliest werewolf kingdoms. I felt loved and respected, starting to b
Fiona’s POVI look around the bedroom as I get out of bed, taking in each piece of furniture and all the memories that come up. Most of them are good. This marriage has been a good one.It might have begun as a contractual arrangement, spanning three years, but for me, it quickly evolved into somet
Fiona’s POVI smooth my hands down my black pencil skirt and stop in front of the mirrored elevator doors.The woman that looks back at me has long dark hair slicked back in a braid, just enough makeup on to enhance her features, and is wearing a classic pencil skirt, pale pink silk blouse and a bla
Fiona’s POV“Hello?” I say, sitting up and turning the bedside light on. “Good, you’re awake. Where are my pajamas?” Micah’s gruff voice slides over my skin, causing goosebumps. Did he just call to ask me that? I shake my head, exasperated. “In the last drawer of your closet.” I reply, slowly. “
Micah’s POV“That meeting could have been an email.” I grumble to myself and look at my watch. I need to look at the dossiers that Colin dropped off on the perfume companies we might want to invest in. Colin is an excellent researcher and he has narrowed it down to the top three competitors. Now I j
Fiona’s POVWhen I come inside the cafe, Rowena is already there. She looks at me with derision clear in her eyes. There is a haughty look on her face that says that I am not deserving of being in her presence. “Thanks for taking the time to meet with me like this, Fiona.” She says, poison dripping
Fiona’s POVI hang up the phone, leaving the cozy café behind me as I stroll through the narrow alley. The alley is empty, the silence only disturbed by the distant hum of city life. I have a feeling of unease, like a shadow looming over my shoulder. Something doesn't feel right.As I turn to walk
Fiona’s POVIn an instant, the atmosphere changes. The kidnappers wrench the phone away from me, cutting the call short with a menacing motion. Their faces contort into threatening glares as they realize we have reached out for help. “Shit, I think we have been exposed!” One of them says, his face