The wolf bore a slight resemblance to Xaden, I couldn’t help but think, and I fought to resist a grin. “Is this your first?” I blinked, startled by the unexpected question. “Pardon…?” The clerk glanced back at me. “Is this your first baby?” she repeated patiently. “Oh… yes. Was it that obvio
Maeve POV It was like I was trapped in a nightmare. Sarah was not in confinement. She was not locked up on Moonstone grounds like Father had sworn she would be to Xaden. She was not supposed to be anywhere near me and yet here she was, less than twenty feet away and looking as real as the ground
“I’m all done, Miss Maeve.” Maggie’s sudden interruption was the greatest blessing I could have asked for in that moment. I turned to greet her, thankful for her presence. Approaching with a basket full of produce and a few hunks of wrapped meat, she stared curiously at Sarah. “Do you know this
Xaden POV Today had been another long day. From early morning until the dead of afternoon, I'd been in and out of the palace. Trapped between meetings with government officials and my royal duties as Alpha Prince, I hardly had any time to myself. Then again… When do I ever? I thought snidely.
And here we were, with the dresses sprawled across the bed. Each one was more exquisite than anything I’d ever seen at home. A slightly sweaty Maggie stared proudly at our handy work. “Prince Xaden indeed made a wise decision to save such beautiful attire for you.” “They really are stunning,” I
Xaden POV “How are you feeling?” I asked gently, gazing at Maeve as we sat together in the car. We were within minutes of arriving in Moonstone and, the closer we got, the more she began to panic. Quick, shallow breaths that echoed in my ears, her knee bouncing like a jackhammer, her trembling h
He paled. “Y-Yes, sire,” he mumbled with a quick dip of his head, and departed. Maeve quickly got to searching the room and it wasn’t long before she pulled out a small pouch hidden within one of her pillowcases. “It’s still here,” she breathed a heavy sigh of relief, cradling the pouch as if it w
Maeve POV “No… no… no…” Xaden muttered incoherently, the color draining from his face. “This c-can’t be happening…” With a furrowed brow, I opened my mouth to ask what he meant. But, all of a sudden, Xaden lunged himself against the door with a loud, pained grunt, and I gasped, jumping in frig