Finlay found her standing in the middle of the road, with her hands hugging her body and her head tipped up to the sky as the rain beat her with heavy droplets. Her eyes were closed, and her chest was rising and falling in an irregular pattern which he discerned she had her breath held captive. He wondered if she wasn't even afraid to be out there alone in the dark. She liked taking risks or she wouldn't do that. He could recall the way she had climbed through the wall and gone into the Dark Claw pack all by herself. How she came after him through a small boat because she wanted to be with him, and then his heart increased its pace.Why did she do that? Cheat on him with a boy around her age. She was bored of him? Irritated at the way he touched her? Intimate moments were always heated between them, he worshiped every part of her body, from the crown of her head to the sole of her feet. Yet she chose to spend the night out in a tent, whilst he was worried and searched for her the enti

It was one thing having her husband completely ignoring her like she didn't exist and another seeing him with another woman. Not just another woman but one of Easton's biggest slut.Ophelia left the field with widened curious eyes upon seeing Finlay with the woman and then his guards were pulling a man along with them. A man whose bawling pregnant wife was pleading. It was morning and a little crowd had gathered in front of the castle. Finlay on the other hand seemed very different, like a messenger of death because he was clad in a black hooded cloak."What did Lord Arthur do to you again, Madelyn," he asked the prostitute beside him.Ophelia swallowed hard as she watched her husband rest his gaze on the man who was thrown to the ground. "He molested me when I was age nine," Madelyn made this announcement to everyone and there was collective gasping from the crowd, mostly from his wife who had paused through half a wail."Liar!" Lord Author yelled, "I do not even know her.""My pare

Finlay knew what he would have felt for Madelyn would have topped likeness of Ophelia wasn't in the picture. The woman reminded him of how his life was before he moved to Easton. She was bold and could challenge him even though she had great respect for him. And she was a whore.It was hard to get his wife out of his mind.Things had been damaged since Ronan's and Sabrina's wedding in Gisburn. The way Ophelia had cheated on him and then denied it all.And his mind had been tormenting the shit out of him by showing him images of Ophelia getting fucked by the lad, Presley. That was the main reason he had Madelyn move into the castle, with plans of marrying her.The news had been going on around Easton, but it didn't change the way Finlay felt. So ugly and despicable inside because he had been living a lie and now he wanted to have another woman take what wasn't rightfully hers.Everyone knew Ophelia had cheated but mostly the castle servants didn't seem pleased about wanting to take ano

"My lord," Madelyn appeared at the throne room entrance with a bright smile on her face, and Finlay looked up from his throne, past where his council of elders and some prominent men in the pack was seated, and then he caught the eyes of his wife to be. "Come," he ordered and then rose to his feet as he watched her make her way in, whilst everyone else remained silent and stared in awe.Madelyn looked different and better, in her navy blue strapless dress and her blonde hair styled in waves. She didn't look like the filthy brothel worker but like a maiden. A beautiful one of fresh quality."My lords," Madelyn bowed upon reaching where the men sat, for they were having a meeting with Finlay when she interrupted.They rose to their feet and copied her because it was known within and outside Easton that she was meant to be Luna. Aside from Hamilton, the head butler who didn't seem pleased, someone else had the same expression as him and it was no other person than Lewis Duncan, Finlay'

"Ophelia is missing and I need to know if she mentioned her whereabouts," Finlay said immediately Omega O'Cleigh opened the door to him.And Ophelia's father exchanged a confused glance with his wife before returning his gaze to Finlay."What do you mean by that? We left her in your care," the middle-aged man didn't very much seem pleased about what he heard from his son-in-law."So you mean she didn't come over here before leaving?" Finlay was the one puzzled this time."No," came the response from Ophelia's mother who was knitting a sweater."Shit!" Finlay cursed under his breath and turned away from them. It was exactly two days after his wife left the castle."She overheard my conversation with you and then ran off." Finlay blurted out, holding the gaze of Omega O'Cleigh."My lord, do you mean she ran off with another man?""It never crossed my mind, but now that you have…""Then I think she has every right to," Ophelia's father interrupted him."What?" Finlay could barely believe