I… I didn’t know what to do anymore.“W-What brings you here, Father?” I asked quietly, trying to divert the conversation.His eyes widened innocently. “Is there something wrong with me wanting to see my daughter?”“Cut the small talk, Burton,” Xaden spat impatiently. The warm, comforting touch of h
THIRD PERSON POVBurton slammed the car door shut behind him, relieved that he finally had a moment to breathe.Those five minutes of conversation felt more like an hour, what with Prince Xaden constantly hounding away at him every time he so much as tried to speak to Maeve. Frankly, it was a miracl
“Welcome, Alpha,” the guards said in unison, simply stepping aside for him to enter.Kenneth barely acknowledged them, and instead walked right on through the grand palace doors, with a confidence as if he owned the place, passing lines of omegas as they worked to clear the aftermath of yesterday’s
His brow furrowed as he slowly rose to his feet. “And why not?”“Why should I?” she questioned. “She’s never done a thing for me, nor has she been at all considerate of what I want and how I feel. She’s an eyesore, and I have much better uses of my time than feeding that ego of hers.”“Because she’s
THIRD PERSON POVIsabelle’s mind raced furiously as she stormed through the palace, aimless, purposeless. All she knew was that she couldn’t be around her father a moment longer, not when he was saying such things to her.The fact that he dared to prioritize Maeve over his own daughter—it was unfath
“Henry, I—I can’t take it anymore!”He frowned. “Isabelle, I need you to be more specific. What on earth is the problem?”“Everything!” she bawled, squeezing her fingers almost painfully into his thick, lavish blazer, but he hardly flinched at the sensation. “I feel like everyone hates me! Like I do
This night needed to go well, and he was determined to ensure every single detail was nothing less than perfect, down to each wrinkle.And down to each guest that was permitted to attend.“I want to go with you,” she demanded.Even if it meant his own wife wouldn’t be able to attend.“You—” Burton s
Xaden’s POVMaeve’s anxiety was palpable as she paced back and forth in our room, burning a hole in the carpet. She was chewing on her plump pink bottom lip and tucking strands of dark hair behind her ear.“We don’t have to go,” I told her for what felt like the hundredth time. She stopped pacing to