Fiona’s POV I find myself seated before the glowing screen of my laptop, my mind spinning with a whirlwind of questions. Now that I have calmed myself down, I can clearly see the loopholes in the narrative the media has created. First of all, considering how exclusive Queen Mother’s birthday banqu
When Rowena finally appears in front of me, she has a satisfied smile on her face. “Well, well, if it isn’t the woman of the hour. You’re quite the sensation nowadays.” Her voice is overly smug. "Rowena," I begin, not letting her get a rise out of me. "I need to know why you did this to me." Her
Fiona’s POV Wilson Archer looks like a dangerous man. His suit is impeccable and he wears his age like a medal. His face is covered with a thick beard, neatly trimmed according to the latest style. I try to not feel anything as I look at him but something inside me makes me a nervous mess. Like I
Seemingly overcome with anger at the injustice of his words, I stalk forward until I am a hair’s breadth away. Then, I pull my hand back and slap Wilson Archer right in the face. The sound of the slap echoes in the lobby and it seems as if the whole building has suddenly become super quiet. I can f
Micah’s POV The glass of whiskey crushes between my fingers as I watch the news. Blood trickles down my knuckles but I barely feel it. My wolf is at the surface and I can feel it fighting to get out. Red blankets my eyes and rage envelopes me. I don’t know what I am more furious at. The fact tha
Maybe she doesn’t want to hear from me because of that. Maybe, she just needs her space. I exhale, feeling tired. Then, I start the car, turning up the speed in the hopes that it will ease up my troubled mind. ____________________ Fiona’s POV Probability of paternity: 99.9% I clutch the DNA tes
Micah’s POV The number you have dialed is not responding. I slam my hand against the steering wheel and loudly exhale a breath of frustration. I have spent hours on the road with no sign of Fiona. I have checked her apartment, her favorite shopping stores, her salon, the bookshop she liked to vis
So, I did. Guilt churned in my stomach as I heard her stomach growling later. I realized what she had done - gone hungry so I could eat. Who was this angel, I wondered? That was the question that surrounded all my thoughts as I drifted in and out of sleep. When I came to, I heard soft sobs in the