Mag-log inI lean into him, my heart full. "Yes, it is," I say softly. "And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."____________________After the wedding ceremony, Micah and I finally return home. Immediately, Micah sweeps me in his arms on the first step and I let out a surprised squeal.He simp
Fiona’s POVThe Lycan King's eyes blaze with fury as Micah steps forward, standing tall in front of me and protecting me from the eyes of everyone in the room."Micah, how dare you still want to marry this... this evil girl? Do you not care about what she did to Rowena?" the King demands, his voice
Unsure of what to do, I move to help Rowena when the door to the bridal room bursts open.Micah strides in, his eyes narrow at the sight before him. Behind him, the Lycan King and Queen enter, followed by Jeremy and Leah. The tension in the room spikes instantly."What is all this commotion?" the Ki
Fiona’s POVI move to pick up the almost empty coffee cup, next to me but my hand twitches and it suddenly shatters in my hands. Shocked by my own strength, I stare at the broken pieces.Ever since Micah and I marked each other, it’s like I’ve been changing. Somehow, my senses have gotten sharper. I
He arches an eyebrow, clearly unsatisfied. “Louder.”“I’m yours,” I repeat, my voice stronger this time, but still shaky. He gives me another teasing stroke, and I can’t help but moan.“Louder, Fiona. I need to hear you,” he says, his voice a mix of demand and dark promise. He brushes his thumb over
Fiona’s POVMicah doesn’t release me as we walk inside. The power is out because of the heavy rain, and shadows are everywhere, making the house feel eerie. The only sounds are the distant rumble of thunder and our soft footsteps on the hardwood floor."Micah?" I ask, my voice small and nervous in t
Third POV Things are not going well for Jeremy. He can't shake the image from his mind—the way Micah's hand had rested on Fiona's waist, the way she had smiled up at him. It replays like a broken record, intensifying the knot of jealousy and uncertainty in his chest. Sitting in the kitchen, Jerem
Micah says calmly before he fishes out his phone from his pocket. Smiling widely, I quickly down the rest of my drink, happy with the way things are going. Micah dials the number and puts it on speaker. I watch him as he casually waits for his grandmother to pick up the phone. When her voice comes
My cheeks turn pink at the insults and my eyes burn. I cannot believe the amount of hate she is so casually wielding against me. “I have heard you were planning a wedding with some Royal, weren’t you Fiona?” She gives out a cruel laugh. “Have you even seen yourself? Did you really think yourself so
Fiona’s POV "What?!" I sputter as I watch Micah casually saunter into his apartment and pour a drink into a delicate champagne glass. I can't believe he's this relaxed after what he just revealed to me. At my bafflement, he turns and lifts a perfect eyebrow at me, slight amusement glittering in h







