로그인Rhiannon’s POV~ I jolted awake with a gasp that turned into a coughing fit. My lungs seized, sending sharp pain radiating through my chest with each hack. The dream, nightmare, or whatever the hell that had been with Aunt Elena holding a gun, dissolved like smoke. None of it had been real. The p
Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. "Then I'll keep you here. In this hospital. Under guard. Until whoever tried to kill you is caught and dealt with." He tilted his head. "Is that really what you want? To be trapped in a hospital bed while I hunt down the person who set that fire?" No. God, n
Rhiannon’s POV~ The door burst open. A nurse rushed in, a clipboard in hand, her eyes wide with that particular brand of medical urgency that meant something was wrong. "Mr. Blackwood, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we need to run another chest X-ray. Her oxygen levels are dropping and—" "Get out."
Rhiannon’s POV~ There was a chorus of protests, medical jargon I was too exhausted to follow, but Kieran just stared them down until, one by one, they filed out. The door clicked shut behind the last one, leaving us alone. The silence was almost worse than the chaos had been. Kieran turned back t
"Stay with me." His voice cut through the encroaching darkness, desperately. "Rhiannon, stay with me. Don't you dare—" But I was already gone. ——————- The first thing I became aware of was the beeping. It was annoying as hell. The second thing was the shouting. "—don't give a fuck what hospita
Rhiannon’s POV~ I needed to stand up. I was still on the ground where Kieran had left me, and people were starting to gather. Their voices washed over me. Some were concerned, some frightened, some curious but I couldn't make out individual words. Everything sounded like I was underwater. Get u
Rhiannon’s POV~ He moved toward me with that slow gait he always used when he was trying to calm a horse. His face was a mask of a long term practiced concern. The furrow in his brow, the slight parting of his lips, I knew it was all acting. If I hadn’t seen him with his pants down three hours
Rhiannon’s POV~ I scrambled back. My hands were shaking so hard I couldn't get a grip on my dress. The fabric was twisted, bunching under my arms. I yanked it down, but I could feel air hitting my skin. My nipples were hard. They were pebble-hard and aching, rubbing against the rough lace of my
Rhiannon’s POV~ The room was spinning so bad I had to squeeze my eyes shut just to make the floor stop moving. The whiskey was still burning a hole right through my stomach lining, but the buzz wasn't fixing anything. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second because the room was spinning too fast.
Rhiannon’s POV~ My wolf died at 11:47 PM when I found my husband buried deep inside the girl I'd hired as his secretary. He was thrusting in and out of her while kissing every inch of her skin like she was precious, whispering how beautiful she was with each touch. In five years of marriage,







