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
“Okay,” she breathed. “I’m going to take a shower.”“Want me to join?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.She froze and a glimmer of lust filled her eyes, but it was gone in a blink.“If you joined, we would never get to the dinner,” she said, teasingly. “I think I can manage on my own.”She turned and wa
Maeve’s POVI wasn’t like Xaden; I wasn’t experienced or knowledgeable about the outside world. I had never been to any other pack besides Moonstone. The only time I’ve been outside Moonstone was when I went to the capital l. Since living in the capital with Xaden, it’s slowly starting to become my
I maintained steady eye contact with him, not willing to let him see me break. Not anymore at least, he had taken enough of my dignity and pride over the years. I wouldn’t allow him to take anything more.“How about we get seated for dinner,” Kenneth said, noticing the tension between my father and
Maeve’s POVI suddenly felt a little lighter knowing that Isabelle wasn’t going to join us for dinner. But I was curious as to why she chose not to be here. I knew that Alpha Kenneth said she wasn’t feeling well, but I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it than that. She always jumped at