XADEN POV The moment I entered my bedroom that afternoon, I instantly gravitated towards my mate, who was seated near the open window overlooking the back gardens. Before she could even begin to greet me, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. Despite her initial surprise, she responded in ki
Maeve fidgeted under my gaze. “Um… actually, no. No, I… I haven’t,” she admitted, shocking me. “Sarah hasn’t either,” she added quickly once she saw surprise flicker across my face, “but she’s only just turned eighteen.” My inner conflict deepened in light of this new revelation. It was entirely
MAEVE POV Whenever Xaden kissed me, it was like I was enveloped by my own little slice of heaven. His touch, his voice, his scent… I couldn’t get enough of it. His hands roamed underneath my shirt, spreading across my bare lower back, digging gently into my skin. I shuddered, gasping against his
I let out a short laugh. Even I could hear how ridiculous that was. Of course, only Father could have been so dubious, so cruel to decide such a thing. Perhaps it really was just another tactic used to control me. To inspire fear inside my heart and to keep me from doing—and wearing—whatever I ple
XADEN POV “I must admit,” Burke said with mild distaste, taking in our surroundings, “I was not expecting to return to Moonstone for the foreseeable future. And I certainly did not expect you, of all people, Xaden, to want to come back, especially after how the last visit went.” “Believe me,” I
At first, I was met with silence. “A necklace?” Burton repeated, clearing his throat. “I’m afraid I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Your Highness.” “Are you certain?” I pressed, leaning forward and looking him dead in the eye, even when he struggled to hold contact. “It has a rather unique
THIRD PERSON POV The moment Xaden and Burke left Moonstone’s packhouse, Burton shut the doors behind them. He leaned against the frame with a heavy sigh of relief, close to collapsing but using every bit of his energy to maintain his alpha composure. “Now…” he muttered, turning to face Victoria,
Well… here goes nothing. I pressed each number into the dial, listening to the musical tone of each click of a button, I felt my nerves start to build up once more. And as the line began to ring, faint tremors shook my hands. I didn’t have many more options left, and if this one didn’t pan out,