Artemisia “Did you just jump down from the roof?” I gasp but Fynn just grins at me. “Oh, dear,” Ramona chuckles as she holds her hand to her chest as she sits back down. “Is that the brute who came to pick you up?” I shake my head, rolling my eyes. “Don’t call him that.” “Why? Is he this sensiti
Artemisia I kick my legs nervously as I’m sitting on my little couch, waiting for Ramona to finish changing into her pjs.She leaves my en-suite with a deep sigh and comes to sit down next to me. “Wow, your mates are totally nice. I really enjoyed dinner. It was so much fun.” “Yeah, we really have
“Does Alpha Cayden know about this?” she asks in a high-pitched tone. “No,” I answer lowly. Looking around in shock, she scratches her nose, “What the hell, Missy? You just puked out a worm that was being fed by someone who wants to hurt you and you go about your day with a Beta on your side who k
I turn to Ramona again before I wet my lips with my tongue, “Now? Are you serious?” “Dead serious, princess,” he hisses, and I groan. Throwing my blanket back carefully, I scoot out of bed and grab his wrist to pull him into the kitchen. I close the door softly, and face him, looking straight int
Artemisia I get awakened brusquely from my sleep because of repetitive knocking. “What the hell,” Ramona groans, rubbing her eyes. “Must be our make-up and dressing team,” I say, lying back down. “Oh, my Goddess!” I jerk up as Ramona practically jumps out of bed, “What the hell is this?” “It’s
“I sent them home, I said.” He looks back up at me with an annoyed expression as he clenches his jaw. “Why? They were meant to not only be here for Ramona but also look for me,” I try to argue, fighting to keep my voice calm. “You have enough Omegas here who look perfectly for your well-being, I d
Artemisia My cheeks are already hurting because I can't stop smiling as Fynn is waiting for me at the end of the staircase. I pray to the Goddess that I don’t stumble as I walk down to reach him. After an awfully hectic day during which I was dolled up by a crowd of overly joyful Omegas, everybod
Suddenly, Ramona halts, clasping my arm as she turns around hastily. “Did you smell that?” “What?” I laugh as I continue to bump into her side with my hip. She takes another sniff in the air as she distorts her face, “Did you plan another round of desert?” “Why?” I crack up as I dance around her.