LOGINKing Francis looked completely taken aback, the reality of the situation weighing heavily on him.“This is too much for one day,” King Francis murmured as he stood. “WE will discuss the rest of this later.”Without another word, he turned and started to walk out of the throne room.Several hours lat
Joanne’s POVEveryone was stunned as the guards dragged Kyle and Lucia away. Kyle put up a fight at first, but in the end, he lost and only made things worse for himself.The moment the doors slammed shut behind them, it felt like the entire room exhaled. However, everyone was still wound up with te
Everyone turned their attention back to Lucia; she was at a loss for words.“Lucia?” Kyle asked, narrowing his eyes at his wife. “Did you give that maid one of my guns?”She pressed her lips together defensively.“And so, what if I did?” She asked. “I was doing us a favor. Getting rid of the traitor
Joanne’s POVThe King’s words settled over the throne room like a storm cloud. Nothing but silence followed; it was heavy and suffocating all at once, and I couldn’t stop staring at a very pale-faced Kyle.He was blindsided and, for the first time since I’d met him… he looked terrified.He didn’t lo
My eyes flicked back to my father, trying to figure out his expression. He looked furious, and his face was turning redder by the second. I thought it was directed towards Joanne, and I even tugged her further back, trying my best to protect her from my father’s wrath.But it never came. My father
Alexander’s POVThe words flew out of my mouth, sounding a lot easier than they were. It left a hollow ache in my chest to think that Jeremy was innocent all along, and he still died. He died from a crime that he didn’t commit. He died protecting my mate because she was the only one who believed him
“Hi,” I said as I knelt beside the woman. “I’m Joanne… I’m here to help you.”The woman’s eyes opened slightly, and she peeked up at me, a skeptical look on her face.“Y…you’re a woman…” she said, her voice strained as pain consumed her. “And you came with the soldiers?”I nodded.“I can help you,”
Sophie sat in a chair beside her mother, sucking on her thumb. She seemed much more relaxed now that her scrapes were bandaged and a blanket was draped around her shoulders. Not to mention her mother was no longer bleeding out in front of her eyes.I turned back to Mort.“Well, Mort. I’m Joanne. But
He lifted his head, his lips finding mine again.“Tell me what you want,” he said between kisses and lip sucking.My heart rate began to increase, and I suddenly felt nervous.“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before,” I admitted.He pulled back slightly, breathless and dazed.“You’re untouched?”
Joanne’s POVMy heart stopped; they were denying me access to the prison unit? I let out a breath, unsure what to say or do, but thankfully, Ren was the one doing the talking, so I didn’t have to say much of anything. At least not yet.“I wasn’t asking, Ronnie,” Ren said, rolling his eyes. “Move out







