[Evelyn’s POV]I opted for a simple light blue dress that went just past my knees and decided against any form of a heel. Aside from my ring, I chose a pair of silver hoop earrings and a simple silver chain necklace to tie it all in.Unlike the rest of the house which was currently making a big deal
[Third-Person’s POV]There were a number of things Alexander couldn’t even begin to fathom the second Evelyn had entered the dining room. Why on earth her gaze had locked on to Michael for an overly suspicious amount of time? And why the hell had she proceeded to give him, what he considered to be,
[Third-Person’s POV]Michael was seething.He was certain that fate was nothing but a cruel, cold bitch with a dark sense of humor.He knew rushing out of the dining room in such a brutish manner was not the best look for him. But as his patience and self-restraint were slipping away quicker by the
[Evelyn’s POV]“I don’t want you anyway near Michael, going forward,” Alexander said sternly.His voice cut through the serene silence I’d been working in since early that morning.I was certain that the moment Micheal had left, the house itself was finally able to relax. Unfortunately, Alexander’s
[Evelyn’s POV]Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.I wasn’t too certain how my reaching out to Wendy was going to turn out. I mean, she was Alexander’s grandmother, after all. It would have made sense if she were to side with him once I got through explaining what was happening between him and me.T
But only Alexander was the Alpha of the family. I merely figured that because like every firstborn son of an Alpha would likely inherit the title, given it was their birthright.“I can see the wheels turning in your head, dear,” Wendy chuckled. “Yes, Alexander, having been the legitimate Kingston He
[Evelyn’s POV]I felt like I was sitting on the edge of my seat, waiting for Wendy to continue. This. This was the main reason why I had come to speak with her.Out of everyone in the house, she was the one who was supposed to know Alexander the best. Well, there was also Oliver...However, I highly
[Third-Person’s POV]Alexander knew that he had inherited his lethal death glare from his grandmother. It was a look that could have been trademarked because when it was used everyone in the general vicinity knew that it meant things were about to go down.It wasn’t often that Alexander was on the r
[Third-Person’s POV]Alexander was more than glad to know that Evelyn’s training had only managed to progress from that point on. Between hearing her own personal recounts of her sessions as well as checking in with either Erik or Thomas, he was satisfied.With one less thing pressing on his mind, A
Instead of helping him up, I actually reached down and snagged one of his ankles and, with all my strength, dragged me across the room. I heard the faint chuckles of Erik and Alexander as they watched this entire scene unfold.I’m sure it looked utterly ridiculous. Thomas was more than twice the siz
[Evelyn’s POV]I glanced at the mat on the floor but didn’t move an inch.I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Alexander, wherever it is that you’re planning, I’m not sure—”“Will you please just trust me?” he prompted.I clenched my jaw and, against my better judgment, moved over to the mat
That same, familiar pair of hands that had a high tendency to hold me close at night, came to wrap around my waist. My head tilted to the side as Alexander gathered most of my hair onto one of my shoulders.It was hard to believe that there was once a time when he and I weren’t like this. The though
[Evelyn’s POV]I really tried not to let the whole matter bother me. I was fairly sure that I wasn’t the only person to exist that wasn’t trainable. Still, I felt horrible knowing that I had wasted Erik and Thomas’ time.Every muscle and joint in my body was aching and for what? I couldn’t even say
“Believe me, although you got a little wobbly at the end there, it’s good to see that you still have that fire in you?”I turned back to glance at him with a questionable look. “Fire?”The two shared a knowing look with each other. “We, uh, heard about what happened with your Stepsister.”“Word alwa
[Third-Person’s POV]Evelyn had lost count of the number of times her curled fist connected with the hanging punching bag. The first few times were fine, having been shown the proper form. However, after the tenth time, she was really beginning to feel the burn in various parts of her body. Her join
Oliver had specifically expressed the importance of releasing a follow-up statement that could not only save face but rebuke anything the King had to say in regard to Alexander’s character.While Alexander was busy working on his newest press release, I had taken up my time in the greenhouse. I’d su
[Third-Person’s POV]Fiona felt frantic. Her nerves were growing more and more strained and coiled by the second.No. No, surely, Caroline had to be wrong in her assumption that she would be so clumsy and foolish as to leave something so vital behind.That night has been a manic blur from start to e