Sage The one thing I’ve wanted since I woke up with Rebecca missing that morning, has now happened. She has no idea how fucking beautiful she looks when she comes apart for me, how gorgeous her complete submission is. And this time she was the one who begged me to take her. She’s fast asleep in my arms; right in the middle of the morning after our first time together in years. Just being with her right now, even without the cloaking spell, I feel lighter than I ever have before. I don’t know if this is the answer to my problem, but I think I need to have a talk with her about it. She’s not my mate, I know this. But she’s the only one who makes me feel while I’m this heartless fucker, so that has to mean something, right? Even without that cloaking spell, she makes me FEEL. “Hmmm,” she groans, stirring in my arms and snuggling into my chest. “I’m dreaming, right?” “Did your dream include being thoroughly fucked?” I ask with a grin and know she’s rolling her eyes at me right now

RebeccaHeartless.How could I forget that was my nickname for him? After swallowing my pride and literally begging him to reconsider, he brushes me off like I am nothing. As if I didn’t need more proof that it was a mistake.Fucking me out of his system? Is that what he wants to call it? I doubt he treated other women the way he treated me, but then again, who am I to say that? Yes, it was a mistake. A giant, annoying mistake. “You seem pretty adamant to get your emotions back when heartlessness suits you just fine,” I say with a shrug. “Won’t having a conscience ruin your whole image?”Sage scoffs. “When you concealed the mark on my heart, did I seem different to you?”“No?” I say with a frown, only to see him smirk.“I had my emotions back then and yet I was still a cold, heartless Sage,” he says, chuckling. “I think I’ll be fine, Princess, no need to worry about me.”For the third time today, I have the fight knocked out of me and I am rendered speechless. Why do I keep thinking

RebeccaI’m standing in the ‘what the actual fuck’ aftermath of what I’ve just witnessed. Cherie and Creed had the most beautiful ceremony I have ever witnessed, then it was time for them to claim each other and all hell broke loose.Now I’m walking shell-shocked, back to my car, my body trembling and my heart beating painfully against my ribcage. Creed killed his father while in his Lycan form, but it looked like he wasn’t himself when he did it. I felt like I was intruding, so I didn’t get any closer to the family’s shared grief. The last week or so has been hell for me. From resettling my Court closer to New York, to my mother attempting to marry me off to the coward prince. I know that I cannot have a say in who I marry because I come from Seelie royalty, but I’ve managed to talk to another Fae I am familiar with, and settled to marry him instead.My mother isn’t talking to me at the moment because she thinks it’s a mistake, but our Court has shrunk because she only wants pureblo

Rebecca As I stood before the full-length mirror in my ornate, flowing golden bridal gown, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Today was the day I was supposed to marry the man I had been arranged to marry to strengthen the bonds between our kind. But my heart was heavy with the knowledge that I was in love with someone else – Sage. Sage was everything the Fae Prince was not was not, and I still loved him. The Prince, Alexandr, was kind, gentle, and had a heart that overflowed with love; Sage was rough, selfish, and had a heart of ice. But ask me which one I’d gladly be with and I’ll still tell you it’s Sage Volkov. I had grown up knowing Alexandr, and over the years, we had grown close because of mutual acquaintances. We had shared our hopes and dreams, and actually made a pact to marry one day. It was a joke back then. Now, neither of us wanted this because even as we’re betrothed, we’re both in love with other people. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could feel