MasukIsaiah’s POVNever in my life did I expect I’d be here eavesdropping on a conversation.Me? The Rogue King.The door opened and I hid behind one of the pillars. Then Kaylan stepped outside and locked the door.“Your Majesty, you were being too obvious.”I straightened my shoulders before coming out into view.“Was I?”“I already agreed to report everything you wanted to know. Lady Fiona is fine.”I cleared my throat. “Got it. Continue taking care of her.”Just as I turned to leave, Kaylan called after me. “Your Majesty, Lady Fiona doesn’t want to stay. If you keep keeping her against her will she might not forgive you.”All I did was exhale and continue walking. She had to stay. This was for her own good.But was it just for her?Could I swear on my life that I wasn’t keeping her for my own selfish reason—wanting to see her smile. Carefree. Happy.I wanted that. Not just for her but for me as well.No. I’ll find a way to make her stay.I opened the door. Maxwell was already there paci
Fiona’s POV I didn’t try to leave one hell only to climb into another.And he was right—I was using my health to force him to listen. But Isaiah just proved that he was unreasonable.But if I was going to escape Rogue Territory, I needed my strength.The treatment too. I can only hope that Grandma can hold on.The door opened, and that woman—Kaylan—stepped inside.“Kaylan?” I rushed over to meet her. “How are you here?”She was holding a tray of fruits. All my favourites. My throat locked. It was obviously from Isaiah.“Did he send you here?”Her eyes softened as we both stepped inside. “My lady… Lord Isaiah cares for you. Can you stop making him a little angry? Hmm? He did save your life.”“So what if he saved me? That didn’t give him the right to make me his prisoner.”Kaylan only sighed. That kind of sigh you give when you know the situation was obviously hopeless.She led me to sit. “I think you keep misunderstanding His Majesty. He actually cares for you.”“Care? He definitely h
Isaiah’s POVFiona was seated at the edge of the bed. She looked even thinner now. Staring at the sunlight streaming in from the window.I exhaled. She still hadn’t eaten. On the nightstand was a bowl of medicine that looked like she had no intention of touching.Initially, I wanted to come in find a way to persuade her. But how could someone disregard her life like this because of others?“Fiona!” I called her name. She didn’t turn. Just ignored me like I didn’t exist.I walked over to her and stood in front of her—blocking the sunlight that seemed more important than me.“Move!”“Fiona, You actually dared to refuse the treatment.”She only blinked. No response.“Good. Very good. You want death so badly? You won’t have it.”I grabbed the bowl from the table and chugged the entire drink into my mouth. Fiona stared at me with confusion—until I cupped the back of her neck and closed my mouth against hers. She winced when I pinched her, letting her lips part as she swallowed the medicine
Isaiah’s POVI had never seen Fiona so angry. And when she told me that she hated me… I wanted more than anything for her to take back those words. But I let my pride and my ego make me restrain myself.Besides, with the way she was fuming, she would not listen.Even the healer I sent there was kicked out. She was skipping meals.The poison had not even been neutralised yet. Fiona… why do you have to be so difficult?“Alpha, you are reading the file from the wrong position.”I snapped back into the present only to find Maxwell standing beside me. He gestured to the file I was holding. Since I went to the Nightshade, my workload as Alpha had tripled. And now with Fiona occupying my every thought… I might not even be able to finish them.I placed the file back, noticing the handwriting was upside down. I needed a distraction.“Alpha, is this about that woman? Should I go bring her here?”Maxwell was already this close to leaving, but I called after him. “Not now. Maxwell… I’m fine. She
Fiona's POVHe was out of his mind if he thought I was going to stay here quietly.He had ruined my plans. That didn't give him the right to keep me locked up like some toy.The sun was beginning to rise. On the table was a meal I hadn't even touched, even though my stomach had been rumbling all day. I couldn't touch it.No appetite. And a part of me wondered if the food had been tempered with. From time to time, the servants came in, staying just long enough to see if I had eaten."Let me out! Isaiah, let me out!"It was crazy to even attempt this after he had already told me bluntly that he was never going to let me go back to the Nightshade Pack.But I needed to go back. To my grandma.She was all I had left. I had already made the mistake of poisoning myself, and the least I could do was fix the mess Isaiah had made."Isaiah, if you can hear this, please let me out."All I got was the empty silence that came from the hallway. Low, subtle. Still.My forehead pressed against the woo
Chapter 71: The Woman in the Portrait Isaiah’s POV The door slammed shut after I left Fiona to cool off. I saw traces of disdain in her eyes. It didn’t matter. Not to me. She would hate me for caging her. Keeping her against her own will. But if this cage was going to keep her safe and protect her… then I would hold onto the keys even more. Maxwell perched at the corner, one knee propped out. My Beta. “Your Majesty. You brought her here. What do you mean by this?” Maxwell had always been against Fiona—especially after we both found out how useful she was. No wonder that Beta Magnus was desperate to get his paws on her. Maxwell’s feet pounded the floor—sharp and hard—trailing after me the way he always did whenever I tried to ignore him. “Alpha.” He called. Now I knew he was getting a little too serious. I walked inside my study and gestured. “Lock the doors.” Maxwell rolled his eyes before he marched over and slammed it hard. My lips twitched. “Welly, if you break my door







