She leaned in close with a cheeky grin. “We both know you came here so you could gawk at his handsome face every day.” My face reddened with embarrassment. Calm down, I thought. She doesn’t know anything. She just wants to get under your skin. Maggie, apparently, was still stunned by the rev
Maeve POV “Your Highness!” Bella gasped, hastily pulling away from me. In her surprise, she dropped the crystal wine glass she’d been holding and it shattered into hundreds of little pieces upon impact. The room froze, falling so quiet that one might be able to hear a pin drop. No one knew what
Maeve POV Xaden’s body trembled with restrained rage as he carried me down a long hallway, past open gilded windows—where I could see the sun barely beginning to set—draped with red and gold-accented curtains, and paintings of what appeared to be royal portraits. He didn’t speak a word. Not even
He watched me through veiled eyes. And, squeezing his hand, I looked back at him with all of my heart and soul, hoping he could see and feel my sincerity, even if he couldn’t believe it. “I want to tell you everything… I want to be able to live without this heavy burden and just be free… but I-I c
Maeve POV Time stopped the second I heard those words leave his mouth. Finding and choosing a Luna was a sacred rite of passage for any Alpha. Not to mention an Alpha Prince. This was not a decision to be made out of pity or obligation. It was a lifelong commitment to her—a marriage in both body
With a thick swallow, I nodded. As his fingers brushed along my jaw, he tilted my head towards his face and pressed his lips against mine—easy, slowly, a chance for the two of us to just touch each other—but he was quick to deepen it. His mouth opened and I felt his tongue, warm and wet, run acr
Maeve POV I was alone. Surrounded by pitch-black darkness, where all I could see was the empty space before me and all I could feel was a bitter, cold chill prickling my skin like millions of razor-thin needles. I walked… and walked… and walked for what felt like miles, searching for something t
Placing the device on the table, he put on a pair of latex gloves and squeezed something onto his hands, asking me to lift my shirt enough to expose my belly. “Alright, this might feel cold to the touch,” he warned. He rubbed some sort of blue jelly over my baby bump, the sudden cold of it makin