Ronan’s POVI yawned tiredly as I buttoned up my shirt. I didn’t get much sleep all through the night. The doctor wasn’t clear on the number of times Fiona would need to drink water before morning. If I didn’t miscount, I was up five different times to give her water. However, as tired as I might seem, I feel glad that I could be there for her. “You did an all night, can you at least take an hour break before attending the council meeting?” Freya said behind me in a worried tone. I inhaled and turned to her pulling her to my chest. “An Alpha King has no excuse to not do his duty. I will rest after I have attended to all that is required of me.” “Shouldn’t you eat a bit of breakfast at least?” She persisted. “A cup of tea will do just fine,” I said. “I will bring it to you now.” “Please have them bring it to my study. I need to have a word with Timon before the actual meeting starts.” “Alright.” Freya smiled kissing me. I will never understand what I did to deserve a sweet soul

Ronan’s POV “You are unbelievable, Ronan. Why would you make such a decision?” Freya questioned. Stretching out my neck, I leaned further into the chair. I thought this particular discussion was over the moment I stepped out of the meeting hall. But as it appears I am in for a long ride. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” She queried stomping her feet on the hard floor. My eyes stared long at her poor legs she was punishing all for nothing. Inhaling, I held her gaze. “I don’t understand where all this commotion of yours is coming from. But this is not your concern Freya. Handle your affairs as the Luna queen and let me take care of mine.” A loud gasp escaped her lips as she stared at me with eyes wide open. One would think I said something sacrilegious. “Are you listening to yourself? You act like you don’t know this thing concerns me. My brother is part of the council after my father died and my family gets the means to survive through these taxes.” “Did I say they won’t get the

Ronan’s POV Fiona seems to have overestimated her strength. We didn’t even get to run half of the woods before she started whining about her leg. I found it funny. “Why do you keep chuckling to yourself?” She pouted leaning into me as we walked back to the house. I coughed lightly, “I just can’t help it. You were so energized when we were going that I thought the woods would beg for you to stop running.” “It's the pregnancy. Not me.” Fiona defended. Humming in response, I rubbed at her back. “Yes, you said that the first time.” She nudged me in the rib with her elbow. “It’s obvious you are mocking me. I am one of the best runners back in my village. Everyone knew how much I could move on my hind legs. I just feel heavy and weak because of the baby in me.” Isla greeted us shyly as we entered the house. I nodded in response, but Fiona was too busy with her whining to notice her. Dumping herself into the bed, she folded her arms still pouting with tears in her eyes and her cheeks

Author’s POVThe room felt stiff and nothing interested Freya. Her mind is everywhere and having to visit her family who are all about themselves stresses her out the most. She blames Ronan for making his latest decision without thinking of the possible effects. Her brother, Levi, is one of the most self-centered people she has ever encountered. It didn’t come as a surprise to her since their father was that way. They were the most delighted about her marriage to the Alpha King. If she wasn’t mated to Ronan, her fate was in their hands. They were already making plans to marry off to someone well-to-do. Freya’s wolf is always restless in her brother’s presence. He seems to have a mind full of selfish desires and nothing more. At least their father randomly worries about her. She has been avoiding him for some time now. However, with Ronan’s decision to end their corrupt earnings. Trouble has been stirred. Levi growled loudly halting her thoughts. “When do you intend to be ever usef

Fiona’s POVAs tired as my body was, I still couldn’t sleep. My mind kept roaming and I couldn’t get Isla’s story out of my head. Our situation might not be exactly alike, but there is a chance I might end up with the same fate. What would I do with myself? I can always get a job, but how about the emotional trauma that would come with it?It is already hard for me to accept the truth of never seeing my child again. I curled up against myself feeling my belly churn in discomfort. I can’t deny that a part of me melts at the thought of king Ronan. I want to stop the mushy feelings from coming. But I can’t, not when he is being so caring towards me. At first when i had told him about the pregnancy, I thought he hated me with the way he responded. It turns out that wasn’t the case. Whatever it is right now, I would end up heartbroken if i don’t put an actual distance between us. My heart ached at the decision. King Ronan makes being locked up here more adaptable. Pushing him away will ad