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Fiona’s POV “There is no relationship between us,” I said, making sure to keep my voice and breathing steady. Any mistake and my mother would notice. Nothing got past her sharp wolf senses. Both of her hands found the sides of the table. She tilted her head, a smile slowly spreading across her face. “Is that the truth?” “Yes. We have no relationship. He was just helping me today.” “Helping you?” She scoffed. “I'd find that hard to believe.” “It’s the truth.” “Fiona, do you think I’m a fool?” “Only you can answer that question,” I mumbled, but loud enough for everyone to hear it. Her face grew darker as her mouth pressed into a thin line. “Fiona, that is no way to speak to your mother,” Dad groaned from his seat. He never spoke unless it was to aid my mom or give one of the most ridiculous suggestions. “What else do you want me to say?” “Don’t you dare raise your voice at us, young lady.” My mom stepped in, her finger pointed at me. “Do you think I don’t see the way he lo
Fiona’s POV Say those words, Fiona, I told myself. And all of this would be over. But no matter how hard I tried, the words wouldn’t come out. And he noticed. His eyes lowered to my lips as his mouth curved into a smile. “See? You can’t. Because deep down, you know how you feel… even if you won’t admit it.” “I don’t feel anything,” I snapped. This time he grinned. His lips brushed mine softly, hesitantly, like he was giving me every chance to pull away. “Liar,” he said. I hated the way he saw through me even before I said anything. And my heart—it raced treacherously, even though it shouldn’t. “You wanted to leave… you can.” And then he pulled away from me. I found my breath. Barely. I reached for the door. My hands trembled as goosebumps crawled through me, rushing up to my neck. Just before I could open it, his hand found the door, and then his warmth hit my back. His chest pressed against the curve of my spine, and his chin lowered until it was touching the crook of
Fiona’s POV I collapsed. Was it because of the blood? The way it dripped from his face? Or the way his tongue licked the dagger? Or the adrenaline rushing too hard against my chest? When I woke up, I was back in that room. It was not mine, but I recognized it. Cedarwood. Expensive cologne. And something wildly feral—Isaiah. I blinked once. Twice. A thick blanket was over me. Warm and heavy with his scent. “This is the second time you’ve slept so soundly on my bed.” I jumped. Fifi winced at the sudden impact that slammed the back of my head. The bed dipped with his weight as he sat beside me. Strong, rough hands placed strands of my hair behind my ear. “Beautiful.” “Welcome back to the land of the living, pup.” Inside me, my heart raced fiercely. I knew he heard it. His scent surrounded me, thick and suffocating in the strangest way. Then memories of how he brutally killed that lady flooded my mind. His voice blew in like a breeze: “Do you like my gift, pup?” My body loc
Fiona’s POV“Lord Isaiah?”How did he get here?«Little wolf, I just saved your life. What do I get in return?»My chest only tightened as I watched his lips press into a smile. He wasn’t saying anything out loud, but I could hear his voice clearly in my head.I didn’t want to think too much about it. I turned my eyes toward the rack. It was tilted on the floor as though someone had intentionally shoved it aside.My eyes traced upward until I was staring at Isaiah.“You saved me.”«Again,» he added.“Sis, are you alright?”My eyes rolled as Isaiah helped me stand. His mouth brushed near my ear this time. His breath tasted like fruit, and a deadly temptation made my skin flush.«Should I kill her for you?»I pushed away from his chest. The more I did, the more he grinned.God, he was getting increasingly insufferable.“Sis, are you alright?” Before she could get closer, I avoided her grip.She froze when she caught a glimpse of the man beside me.Her face went white. “Lord… Isaiah?”“W
Fiona’s POV“Why would I mind? It looks good on you, little sister.”Fiona’s smile faltered, as though this was not the reaction she was expecting. She wanted me to hurt so she could rub the pain in harder. That was all she ever did.I wouldn’t give her the opportunity anymore.“If you ask me, I think it looks even better on you.” I forced a smile from my bleeding heart and reached for the gown. My fingers traced the hem of the lace, its silver beads catching the light.I smiled. It was perfect. Just like I imagined it.My grandma, before she fell ill… all she ever wanted was for me to settle down, find a mate, and get married. This dress—she had servants keep it ready, awaiting my wedding.I still remembered her seated on her cabin porch, passing the drawings to me. “Nana, look. Which of them do you like?” She had the brightest smile I had ever seen.“Grandma, I told you. We still have all the time in the world. There’s no need to pick out dresses when I don’t have a mate.”She chuck
Fiona’s POVIn the end, I had to follow my evil sister to pick out her dress.She held onto my hand like she was the sweet younger sister. As we moved through the bridal shop—the top one in the Nightshade Pack—the head seamstress's eyes shone with light the moment she saw us.Or rather, me.“This was supposed to be your fitting. My goodness, Fiona. I was worried when no one came to pick up the dress.”“I'm so sorry about that, Mira. There was a bit of a situation. I responded. “It’s alright. Once you do your final fitting, then if there are any adjustments we can…”“You mean the dress for my wedding?” Ivanna asked.Mira, the head seamstress, mouth fell open. “You mean…”“My sister…”Ivanna didn’t even let me finish before she said, “My sister is not getting married. I am.”Mira looked confused, and I felt bad for not informing her of the changes. But everything was messed up and had happened so suddenly. It was hard for me to even find the time.“Mira, please. Just… everything that







