LOGINI 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
Micah’s POV For a moment, I am stunned to find her there. She is looking at me with wide eyes and there is concern on her little face. Something about her feels so familiar, so comforting that I can’t help but offer her a broken smile. “What are you doing here, kid?” I ask her, looking around to
Rowena’s POV The child just won’t stop crying. Rowena looks at him from over the rim of the glass of wine she takes dainty sips from. The child’s face goes red as he sees his mother not paying any attention to him. Rowena rolls her eyes and looks at the toddler with disgust. “Emily!” She screams
Third POV In the depths of the foreboding dungeon, the air hangs heavy with the stench of dampness and despair. The prisoner, huddled in a corner of his dimly lit cell, can barely make out the cold, rough stone walls that confine him. Flickering torches cast eerie shadows that dance along the uneve
Micah’s POV “Mommy says that’s a bad word.” I can’t seem to reply. I am frozen, shocked by the faint scent that is coming from her. It’s a unique scent. It belongs to royalty. It belongs to great power. It belongs to me. She smells like my blood. My kin. She smells like me. Which is impossible







