All Chapters of Fated To The Rogue King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Fiona’s POV“Why would I mind? It looks good on you, little sister.”Fiona’s smile faltered, as though this was not the reaction she was expecting. She wanted me to hurt so she could rub the pain in harder. That was all she ever did.I wouldn’t give her the opportunity anymore.“If you ask me, I think it looks even better on you.” I forced a smile from my bleeding heart and reached for the gown. My fingers traced the hem of the lace, its silver beads catching the light.I smiled. It was perfect. Just like I imagined it.My grandma, before she fell ill… all she ever wanted was for me to settle down, find a mate, and get married. This dress—she had servants keep it ready, awaiting my wedding.I still remembered her seated on her cabin porch, passing the drawings to me. “Nana, look. Which of them do you like?” She had the brightest smile I had ever seen.“Grandma, I told you. We still have all the time in the world. There’s no need to pick out dresses when I don’t have a mate.”She chuck

Fiona’s POV I collapsed. Was it because of the blood? The way it dripped from his face? Or the way his tongue licked the dagger? Or the adrenaline rushing too hard against my chest? When I woke up, I was back in that room. It was not mine, but I recognized it. Cedarwood. Expensive cologne. And something wildly feral—Isaiah. I blinked once. Twice. A thick blanket was over me. Warm and heavy with his scent. “This is the second time you’ve slept so soundly on my bed.” I jumped. Fifi winced at the sudden impact that slammed the back of my head. The bed dipped with his weight as he sat beside me. Strong, rough hands placed strands of my hair behind my ear. “Beautiful.” “Welcome back to the land of the living, pup.” Inside me, my heart raced fiercely. I knew he heard it. His scent surrounded me, thick and suffocating in the strangest way. Then memories of how he brutally killed that lady flooded my mind. His voice blew in like a breeze: “Do you like my gift, pup?” My body loc

Fiona’s POV “There is no relationship between us,” I said, making sure to keep my voice and breathing steady. Any mistake and my mother would notice. Nothing got past her sharp wolf senses. Both of her hands found the sides of the table. She tilted her head, a smile slowly spreading across her face. “Is that the truth?” “Yes. We have no relationship. He was just helping me today.” “Helping you?” She scoffed. “I'd find that hard to believe.” “It’s the truth.” “Fiona, do you think I’m a fool?” “Only you can answer that question,” I mumbled, but loud enough for everyone to hear it. Her face grew darker as her mouth pressed into a thin line. “Fiona, that is no way to speak to your mother,” Dad groaned from his seat. He never spoke unless it was to aid my mom or give one of the most ridiculous suggestions. “What else do you want me to say?” “Don’t you dare raise your voice at us, young lady.” My mom stepped in, her finger pointed at me. “Do you think I don’t see the way he lo

Fiona’s POV “How about you let me go?” He laughed again, but there was nothing sincere about it. “Fiona Wong… tell me, why are you so cute? It makes me want to do things to you.” My treacherous wolf lifted her head, her excitement hardly contained. I swallowed, forcing her down. “What kind of things?” I stuttered. “Hmm. How about I show you instead?” My body burned with anticipation as his hand slid from my chin and then cupped my neck. His grip was firm, almost gentle, as his head dipped. I shut my eyes… tight. And then what I felt was his tongue—hot and soft—trailing a line until he reached my ear. I shifted in his hold, but I didn’t pull away. He came back to stare into my eyes and then smirked. “Do you get it now?” I was too stunned to speak. I hated how my voice could disappear whenever he was near. Or how all it took was a touch and I was slowly turning into an idiot. No. I had to put myself under control. But Goddess, why did my neck fit so perfectly in his grip… like

Fiona’s POVAt first I thought he was unreasonable—but now I think he was a lunatic.Hades himself walked straight out of hell for me. To punish me for whatever sin I committed in my past life.Because why else would he clearly hear that Beta Magnus was coming and still shove his tongue inside my throat and keep kissing me?Deep down, a dark, twisted part of me liked whatever this was.A dangerous predator claiming me in front of the man who swore he was going to break me—Beta Magnus.“Lord Isaiah, what a pleasant surprise.”My nerves tightened in the kiss. Isaiah sucked on my lips, his hand gripping my ass despite the thick leather coat, and my body jumped into his.Then he pulled away—not quickly. He made sure to catch every flutter of my breath, watching me pulse against him. Then his hand cupped the back of my head and buried me against the crook of his neck. I felt his body shift as he turned to obviously stare at Beta Magnus.That disgusting, foul scent rolling from him made my