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
The constant judgment and hate are making me feel dirty myself. The assistant turns to Raulf. “I’ll be outside if you need me.” She says stiffly before storming out. I watch the door slam shut behind her with a heavy heart. However, I turn to see Raulf smiling brightly at me. For a moment, his e
Fiona’s POV I find myself seated before the glowing screen of my laptop, my mind spinning with a whirlwind of questions. Now that I have calmed myself down, I can clearly see the loopholes in the narrative the media has created. First of all, considering how exclusive Queen Mother’s birthday banqu
Seemingly overcome with anger at the injustice of his words, I stalk forward until I am a hair’s breadth away. Then, I pull my hand back and slap Wilson Archer right in the face. The sound of the slap echoes in the lobby and it seems as if the whole building has suddenly become super quiet. I can f
Fiona’s POV Wilson Archer looks like a dangerous man. His suit is impeccable and he wears his age like a medal. His face is covered with a thick beard, neatly trimmed according to the latest style. I try to not feel anything as I look at him but something inside me makes me a nervous mess. Like I







