MAEVE POVI slowly awoke to the sensation of fingertips tracing the length of my bare back. Slow. Gentle. Full of sweet, seductive, adoring intent.Huh…There’s something oddly familiar about all of this…Groggily, I stretched, enjoying the way the silk bed sheets wrinkled underneath my skin, the co
And, after a short sweet kiss to my forehead, he was gone. I was alone.Well… I thought, lifting my hand to take in the treasure I now wore. I supposed I wasn’t really all that alone. The blue-purple stone looked just as magnificent in the morning light, if not more stunning, making my heart soar.I
It was about time he found someone he could let loose with.With an eye-roll that poorly hid his amusement, Xaden held his hand out. “Hand me those reports from the border, will you?”Burke diligently gathered the requested stack and offered it to Xaden, but not before his eyes snagged on a peculiar
MAEVE POVModest violet dress befit for the royal palace?Check.Eyes wiped dry and blotch-free?I leaned closer to the gilded standing mirror, taking a closer look at my eyes. Any sign of redness was gone, but a slight puffiness remained in my lids.Um… check?Have all of Xaden’s love bites been co
I smiled a little, not knowing if he could see it or not.“That’s really too kind of you. It took no more than two hours, at best. It was no trouble and…” I slowed, letting out a short awkward laugh, “if I’m being honest, I’m embarrassed that I gave him something so subpar.”“Why’s that?”“I mean… h
The omega girl’s eyes widened for the briefest of moments before she quickly composed herself, though it was difficult to mask the way her face suddenly turned ashen. “Alpha Prince Eric is not taking visitors, miss, as he is in a delicate state—”“Please,” I insisted before she could run off or turn
MAEVE POV“Friends?”The word tumbled out of his mouth in a confused daze. A flurry of emotions washed over his face, worn and weary from a lifetime of neglect, of pain. It was almost as if the word was foreign to him, a word he might have read or heard but never thought was possible for him.“Of co
I pat his hand, grateful for his kindness.And, for a moment, a comfortable sort of silence blanketed the room.“You know,” Eric suddenly supplied, perking up a little, “the tradition of exchanging rings as a symbol of one’s love and commitment—”My heart skipped a beat, remembering the half-confess