Alfred's POV I forgot just how much our emotions are heightened when we become werewolves. I had gotten used to everything; all I had to deal with was my bloodlust whenever the rage came in full force. I understood what Freda was going through, and I wanted her to grieve since it was going to take a toll as time passed. There was nothing I could do to ease the pain. I didn't want the rage and anger to push her to the wall, where she would become numb. It was bad enough as it was. I cuddled her throughout the night until she finally slept in the cold hours of dawn. When she was finally asleep, I strolled to the kitchen to fix myself a cup of coffee. I took the files Alan left for me on the desk in my study. I sat on the balcony upstairs, watching and reading those files again. I have had to ask myself so many questions about Freda's heritage. Why did her powers as a witch have to wait for the very last moment of her death before they bloomed? What triggered her powers? I remembered t
Freda's POV The funeral was not until later. Alfred suggested that it would be so good if I attend, it would give me closure of some sort. There was something inside of me that believed that he was not truly dead. Maybe a miracle would happen, something of that sort that would make him be here with us. I wanted to move my belongings to Alfred's room but the red was no longer needed since our room was just by each other. He kept reminding me that I shouldn't be alive in times like this. Maybe if I hadn't spent more time being angry with Aaron, I would have had more time with him. We would have had more time. The grief was eating me from the insides because everything came rushing at once. Anyone that came close to me, met the same fate. It was becoming like some sort of tradition, I wasn't comfortable with it. I heard the door open and a low sigh. "Freda, your body is still healing. You need to eat." food was brought in earlier, I needed to eat before we could sit and figure ou
Freda's POV The whispers stopped for a while. I had to turn both sides to see who was whispering into my ears. It felt like the fair was happening all over again. It made me wonder just how many people were tagged witches just because the crowd didn't agree with them. It was what I didn't get, no matter how I tried to wrap my head around a homely feeling amongst these people something just flips the switch and it would all go to dust. After the speech during the wake of Aaron's funeral, few people came out to speak. I mostly saw him alone, he did things alone. I hardly saw him mingling with anyone it was difficult to accept that he knew all these people. Then I remembered that he has stayed here longer than I have. He was one of the few ones whose transitions turned out successful. Alfred had told me that it was difficult for people who were turned to come out alive. It was the world we live in. I saw the line in his neck, it was obvious that his head was stitched to his body. I
Freda's POV "Are you kidding me right now?!" I glared at them both. "Are you taking sides with your pack due to some baseless thought that they saw?" "No! Listen, Freda. We are not making this up or framing you because we hate you. We are trying to inform you about your lineage. Your mother and her sister are witches. They called themselves the Everbleed witches. Their power is bound by nature worshippers of the old ways." I became very weak as he forced me to listen to what he had to say. "Think about it, you touched a child's wound a few days ago and he was healed. Now you can talk to the dead…" "This is too much. " "I know but it's good that you are aware of who you are."I sat back down, processing everything that has been said. From the way they are looking, it is obvious that it was true. Aaron believed such things and he promised to dig up all he had about my mother. Hearing about all this, maybe there was more truth about my mother other than I realized. Maybe her death w
Freda's POV I stayed up all night worrying about how my clumsiness might lead to my death if I'm not careful. My newfound ability has left me dumbfounded. I didn't know it was necessary to keep them hidden or control them. Control was not one of my best strengths, especially when filled with rage. That rage might consume me; that was my fear. I wondered who else knew of the ability I had. Lillian, Alan? I was lost. There was this void inside me that was left uncared for. What was so special about me that you had to lose all those people? What did my mom feel about harnessing powers that probably ruined her? Did my Dad die because of her too? Did he know that his beloved was a witch? Is everything happening according to fate? I yanked my hair, groaning. I had to leave Alfred's room to stay in mine. I didn't need anyone breathing on my neck about my new-found ability. or how I need to protect anyone because we might not know who is posing a threat. These past few weeks have been one
Freda's POV He left before I could ask him what he meant by his statement. I loved that we had the house to ourselves, but I still wanted to know what he was planning. If Sophia were here, she would have helped me figure it out by now. I knew I needed to get my mind off certain things. I was at ease for the first time in days. No matter how much I tried to forget the events of these past few days, my body just sank into a greater depression. I sighed. Scrolling through social media. A part of me wants to dig into these murders to occupy my time and fill my curiosity, but since the day started perfectly, I just didn't want to ruin it. He told me he loved me. The words he said before exiting my room were the sweetest words I had ever heard him say. He was so damn good at controlling his emotions, hiding in between sarcasm and a heavy amount of bad jokes and teasing. Alfred changed and became more warm. When I first arrived here, I could sense the agitation he caused just by walking a
Freda's POV He said he was coming to get me. I wore the red slit dress he got for me. I packed my strawberry blonde hair into a neat bun leaving some stands before my ears. I was not big on wearing makeup but I took the liberty of finding out what I looked like in mild makeup. Wearing red lipstick. It seemed I was more ready for the night. It was a dinner. As much as my heart was heavy and crying out in agony, I loved that this was happening. It would get to relieve me of some thoughts before I actually lose my mind. In the gift box, there was a smaller box that contained a necklace dressed in gold pearl, the same as the bracelet. I was successful in wearing a bracelet but five necklaces, not so much. As I struggled to put it in place. My room door was opened. I didn't turn to see who it was..it was clear that he had come to get me. I stared at him through the mirror as my hands hung around my shoulders, holding out the necklace. "You know, I have one terrific taste when it come
Freda's POV For someone who had laid with a lot of women, he was surely looking forward to tonight. I have hardly passed on from any romantic relationship in the past. Looking back I didn't think I was even going to have a boyfriend that was hot like him. Although there were some irregularities with my love story, he was a werewolf, a multimillionaire Alpha who has captured more souls than I could count. Yet that doesn't mean he wasn't good for me, it was clear that he would do anything to protect the one for me. I mean, isn't that what most life stories are about? He used to be the villain in my story a bit now. I was so captivated by his selfless nature that it was difficult for me not to be smitten by him. Hiding away from what I felt was one of the most difficult things. I do not see why I should partake in that now when we clearly love each other. "Maybe there is another way to do that without the sex part." He smirked at me. Alfred was co-testing me with more teases and very
Freda's POV "Kale we have to do something, I am tired of waiting." I gritted in anger as everything flooded my face. The melody of one entering the mansion and the sudden seeking of me losing him. I haven't been able to sleep because I saw him in my dreams from time to time. Most times, tortured. Other times because he wanted to break. It wasn't hard to know that he was not having the best time of his life. "Kaden will be here soon, we can't do anything without him. He has the book." My emotions became so unstable, I could only feel the wind holding my hair in the air as I became so angry. "Freda?! Control, you have to control yourself." I felt Vanna's hands on me. I snapped out of my anger, seeing how everything was so disoriented. I felt so numb, falling to my seat. I couldn't bring myself to feel pain, that was all I was feeling for the past few days since Alfred surrendered himself. "I don't know why he would surrender himself. He doesn't have the right to give up like tha
Freda's POV It was clear that he could see through me. My pain was not something I could hide no matter how much I tried. "If you want to lie to me, look me in the eye and do it with courage." I tried but I couldn't. I sighed. I think I was doing that too often because sometimes my emotions were more than words and I just couldn't express it at times. "You haven't been forthcoming with your emotions since the last time we argued. What is jerking you up at night? I don't recall knowing I feel something is going on and you don't want to bother me or something. I love you, Alfred but I do not want you to suffer alone." I asked him. If he was hopefully going to let me in on what was happening, maybe I would be able to find the words as to why I was feeling that way. There was no word yet that would simplify all of what I was seeking at that point. He feigned confusion. "What are you talking about?" I placed my hands on his chest and paused. Where do I begin? I asked myself. "You'v
Freda's POV It was time for the Luna ceremony and I didn't even have time for myself. I enjoyed every bit of it that I didn't want to end. The bonfire afterward was the funniest, we got to share experiences and sing a lot of folk songs. The goal, according to Alfred, was to bring the old tradition back and make sure it stayed with us. That way, we get to teach the next generation the values we uphold not just as an individual, but as a pack. It was my favorite part of the ceremony other than the initiation. During the initiation, I saw the knife and the way everyone had to draw blood out of their skin. The pain on my lingered for a while but it still didn't heal like it used to. Alfred held my hand and wrapped a gauze on it immediately. He always paid attention to little details which I appreciated. It didn't take time but I was bound to the pack by blood now. My strength was their strength and my weakness was their weakness. I was expecting a more barbaric act to this, but then I
Freda's POV Early this morning, we both had a moment after our fight. It was a moment that was burnt in my memory. I had the best night of my life and it all happened unexpectedly. Feeling him that close was what I have always wanted and it finally did. I had to swallow my moans so I wouldn't be too loud but Alfred didn't seem to care. At first, he was gentle with me before went tough on me. The journey of love was never-ending, no matter how hard we tried to ignore it. After the realization of last night, I really wanted to take the day off considering that we were not able to take our hands off each other. I was still feeling sore, even after being inside him a few minutes before dawn. I was drifting in and out of sleep but he kept me close to him the entire night and in the morning. He let me sleep, down until when I found the need to freshen up. "Just relax," he whispered in my ear. "There's plenty of time to do that." I was too tired to reply to him or protest against him
Freda's POV I decided to take Vanna's advice. If I really wanted to know the truth it was best I confirmed the issue. All the worry I had kept inside me wasn't worth my sanity. It was the early hours of the morning and stretched my hands to the other side of the bed only to not find him there. Yet, another night when did not come to the bed, it was almost like he was avoiding me. Which I hated, was he spending his time with Claire? Thinking about it made me jealous to some point that I quickly jumped off the bed in search of him. Why on earth would he be avoiding me? I asked myself over and over. I scheme through the hallway, heading to the study. There was no way he would be anywhere else. I opened the door barging in without knocking. He was drowning himself in alcohol with a bottle of vodka at the side. He was going through some papers, before looking up at me. "You are supposed to be sleeping, Freda." Hearing him call my name sounded more odd than anything else. "You are sup
Freda's POV VANNA wasn't expecting me yesterday but I had to go see her. I wanted to know how she was settling in since she just got herself this place. She was no longer living in the mansion with us.. I found it tiring since all I had to do was rest. There wasn't really anything to do there but I still had my usual fear about times ahead. Alfred had been with me since the beginning of it all. I thought this day was still far ahead when he brought up the topic of the ceremony last night. Since Kale was back, Alfred wanted to pronounce me as his Luna by performing the ceremony. I didn't think it was this soon but I took it one step after the other. There was no room for overwhelming feelings or doubts, that was all I had though. After his ex showed up, Diane was dead. I just wanted to live in denial for a while. Coming to see Vanna, helped in a way. The Luna ceremony was one of a kind especially if the Luna was going to be initiated into the pack. It was imperative that I do it
Freda's POVI couldn't believe what I heard. I felt the worst was happening to me all over again.Worst of all, it was from Alfred, it was all coming from him."You are telling me right now that your ex has been living with us here in the pack and I just know about it?"Alfred sighed trying to pull me into his embrace. I pushed his hands before he touched me. "You do not understand but I wished I could explain, I just have to go to her right now."I felt my heart drop listening to him. This conversation was clearly important but he was choosing to ignore this just to attend to his needs."This is clearly as important as going to meet her Alfred. You have been cheating on me and you have finally made her pregnant?" I was running several scenarios over time as I pictured them together. There was nothing but pain and this crazy tightness in my chest. I have still not recovered and another pain was added to mine. "No no no. I didn't make her pregnant. I never cheated on you. Trust me, I
Alfred's POV We held each other close for the better part of the day. Freda had injured herself not once or twice because of harnessing her powers. I hated seeing her hitting herself because she was trying to prove that she could live up to her family's legacy. The doctor claimed that she could go home and there wasn't any reason to keep her here. That was okay with me, her healing abilities were slow and it wasn't a good time to master. I was able to see that beautiful smile again, the lovely goofy attitude. It was certain that she was warming up to be a pain in my neck as usual there wasn't much we were able to say to each other. Our silence held so many words that our hearts were meaning to say. There wasn't much to know about each other because we'd given out union all the parts of ourselves. It was something that came naturally to us. At least right now I am aware that she has given it all from her end, just as I have and there would not be anything holding us back. I love Fre
Alfred's POV There was serenity in his study. Kaden was an extravagant man, it was clear in the clothes he wore and the way he carried himself. The rumours surrounding him were eventful and no one really knew what was true or lies. Kden loved such thoughts that he welcomed them without clearing the air. Most say he is older than he looks, others say that he was favored by the Fates, and his mom was a respected witch but no one really had NO idea what his mother looked like. Only that she was a slave living under the fist of his father who had died mysteriously. What I did know was that he took the cafe to his father, not in the way ordinary minds would expect. Then he was better than him.The problem between two powerful people occupying the room was that no one was ready to bring down the shoulder for the other. We were both ruthless in our own way and we respected that. I spotted the bar at the side of his elaborate study. "Nice bar. I see the way you arranged your drinks. Qu