She doesn’t say anything more and dread settles like a heavy stone in my chest. "I'm on my way," I say quickly, my voice laced with anxiety. I hang up the phone and turn to face Micah, my mind a whirlwind of fear and uncertainty. "Micah, I need to go to the sanatorium. Something is wrong with my fa
Fiona’s POV I drag in a lungful of cool night air, the joy of running through a crisp fall forest, the grass whipping by me, the scents of the night filling my nose. I howl out my pleasure and hear the answer of my pack in the distance. The musty smell of my mate has me veering off course. Slowing
Fiona’s POV The moment Micah enters the room, a bottle of the finest bourbon cradled in one arm and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers held in the other, my world seems to shift. He walks in with his usual confidence, something that is in stark contrast to the uncertainty that has plagued me in recent d
Doubts burn into my mind. I’m used to being in control, to have authority on things but Fiona has a way of making me feel out of my depth, of getting under my skin. "Micah, it's nice to see you today, visiting Mr. Richards with Fiona." Fiona’s father’s caregiver, Miss Thompson, interrupts my thoug
Fiona’s POV I can’t believe I made a fool of myself. My fingers shake as I walk away from Micah, trying to make a hasty retreat. Rowena’s name flashing across the caller ID is the wakeup call I need. What was I thinking? How could I let him get so close to me? A tsunami of self-blaming thoughts
Fiona’s POV The hall where the Queen Mother’s birthday banquet is being held is truly a splendid sight, decorated with golden tapestries and resplendent chandeliers that cast an enchanting ambiance. The banquet tables are draped in delicate silk and gleam with exquisite silverware, setting the sta
Fiona’s POV As Micah's biting words hang in the air, a suffocating tension blankets the grand hall, the splendor of the Queen Mother's birthday banquet fading into a backdrop of suppressed hostility. Queen Alara’s composure, already fragile, teeters on the verge of shattering. "Watch your words, P
As the Queen Mother fusses over us, the King's attention wanders, his eyes scanning the room until they lock onto a newcomer. My heart lurches as I follow his gaze. Rowena's presence is hard to miss, and her ostentatious attire practically screams for attention. Her dress is obnoxiously loud, a gau