LOGINShe raised her brows.“Well… no. I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. “I suppose I never really thought about it. I just assumed that he went mad. I’m sure everyone else assumed pretty much the same thing. Why are you asking questions about the third prince? We aren’t really supposed to talk a
Joanne’s POV“You shouldn’t be in here,” I told Alexander as I shut the door behind me.I wasn’t ready to speak with him yet, not after everything that had happened today. The memory of him with Vivien in the clinic still weighed heavily on my mind.Alexander stood, his eyes fixed on mine as he took
“I knew it,” Jeremy muttered, letting out a breath. “He got to you, too… didn’t he? Most girls like him… despite him turning them all down. Don’t think you’re any special… he will turn you down too.”My cheeks burned at his comment, and when I didn’t say anything, he cocked his head to the side.“Un
Joanne’s POVThe shack was exactly that: a shack.It had a bed… and that was pretty much it.From Jeremy’s soiled and ripped clothing, I would say it’s been a long time since he’s changed his clothes. And from his stench, I would say it’s been a long time since he’s bathed. Even after the Seer set h
I let out a breath, wondering how much I should tell him. But then I decided there was no harm in telling him the truth; at least I didn’t think there was.“My blood heals,” I tell him. “I’m not sure why… but I can heal with my blood. It’s why I’m working in the clinic. But not everybody knows this
Joanne’s POVJeremy Mortane, the 3(rd) prince. I’ve only ever heard stories about him; his wanted posters had been posted everywhere around the kingdom, in every pack, years ago. He was younger than, a lot less sickly looking, but his face was pretty much the same.He looked so much like Alexander
Joanne’s POVWatching Alpha Antohny die was not something I thought would happen today. I honestly had no idea how they didn’t detect that he was telling the truth and that I was his daughter from the blood test. But I had a feeling Alexander had something to do with that.I liked how he held me the
Joanne’s POV“You have a lot of confidence in your slave,” the King said, his eyes narrowed as he stared at Alexander. “Your judgment lacks.”“You taught me to make my own choices regardless of the consequences, did you not?”“There are rules,” the King bellowed.“Since when do you follow rules, Fat
Joanne’s POVThe silence was worse than laughter.I clutched Alexander’s cloak to my chest, wishing I could sink into the marble floor and vanish. The sound of the ripping fabric still echoed in my ears. I had tried to cover myself, but it had been too late.They had all seen it.The King’s voice cu
Alexander’s POVThe hall was alive with whispers when Joanne left. I watched her retreating form, Mary following after her, and my chest felt heavy. I knew this dinner wasn’t easy for her; I should have better prepared her myself for what was about to come. But I assumed Madam Rachel would take care







