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 His feathery kisses left words of affirmation on my skin. There were poetic words that made me feel comfortable in my body. Every familiar kiss sent me into a deep end of pleasure, I was most willing to let go. All of my emotions had been heightened and my need for sex became intense. With every taste of me, and I of him came with a smirk. He saw how I melted in his one hand, like fine clay in the fingers of a sculptor. He was the sculptor I was nothing but a world dog art who came undone in his bed. With every touch he worshiped my body like a goddess. I never had to be this relevant to a man before. As forAlfred, I was relevant to him in the eyes of the crowd and also delicate as the shadows of the night bear witness to our moment of pleasure. I have never had to feel this seduction from any man before. His hands kneaded my breasts as his other hands snaked around my waist. I moaned his name, biting my lips as I drew him to myself. "You don't have to swallow your m
Freda's POV Alfred had to leave to meet Phil. On the other hand, I was finding it difficult to move my body. I had told him I would join him soon. If he wanted to see both of us, then I feared that it might be urgent. I stared into the mirror in the bathroom, smiling as I ran my hand through the mark on my neck. There was nothing that would make me forget the love I had for him. It was calming to know that we both wanted that. It exceeded my expectations. I have been wanting to have the previous night over again. Everything I felt was mind-blowing; it was almost like I couldn't get enough of the pleasure.I loved how I felt and wanted to feel that again. I had been in fantasy land the longest. It was the best three days of my life, and if only I could go back there, I would.Now I had to face the reality of my fate. I feared that if I went to meet Phil in the study, there was going to be this rant about my newfound abilities. I didn't want to hear it; I could feel the power vibrating
Freda's POV That truth was too heavy for me to digest.There was this sudden sympathy I had for him. I couldn't imagine what he must have felt as the person he loved fell in love with someone else. Went as far as starting a family, which I didn't get to enjoy. It must have hurt him more knowing that his friend, with whom he had lived, had committed suicide. I knew what I would have done if I were in his shoes; I would have probably left her to fend for herself. Then she had estranged herself from her loved ones, even her sister."I'm sorry she did that to you. String you along into her misfortunes.""Nah, it is fine. I wanted to be strung along; it was the only way to guarantee her safety. Knowing about her well-being on my own sends me off guard. I panic when that happens. I really didn't want to panic worrying about her.""I still don't know why she killed herself." I sighed. "Who told you that?""My aunt. My father's sister said my mom was going crazy; they almost had to check he
Freda's POV I remembered touring this same road with Aaron.I didn't think I would hate it now as much as I loved it then. I think after a few days in fantasy land, the tightness in my chest came back. That sick feeling in my stomach makes me want to tear my insides open. I drove across the border and switched off my phone. I was having a bad feeling about this bit. I didn't mind. I didn't promise Aaron that I was still looking for answers. Everything was linked in one sick way after another. I intend to find the loophole behind my family and all the witchy stuff.Luckily for me, I knew the way back to Roberta's house. The house was in better shape. The last time, it was like whoever lived here hadn't been around for months. I knocked on the familiar door, and it wasn't long before she came out. A bit startled, she had a small smile on her face."I wasn't expecting you today of all days." She chuckled. Looking around. She was acting strangely, fondling her fingers as she avoided eye
Freda's POVI woke up with an immense darkness filling my eyes. A sharp feeling welcomed me as I entered the land of the living. My memory was a bit fuzzy, when they started rushing in I knew I had landed in trouble. I tried struggling but I was chained to the wall. From the shelves I saw around, it was an old cellar, an old wine cellar. Nothing ever made sense with all of the foggy memory. It clicked fully I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that I have been captured by that bitch. My concern was that I was about to suffer the same fate as my mother. It was a very good way to connect with my mother despite all she had to go through. At first, I was concerned about who was actually telling the truth. I desperately wanted to believe Roberya, considering she was a lost relative. Who might have cared for me? It wasn't hard to know that she was just after her own gain. I guess there was some kind of supremacy that goes with humans and other supernatural, considering the fact that on
Vanna's POV The death of my sister made me grow in isolation. There was something that could have been done but she didn't want to be saved. No matter how much I tried to convince her out of her misery. It was my fault that the coven turned her back on her. I could have fought for her just as a sister would. She chose the path that was so difficult to bring her back from. Now, she left a child in this world? Into the same cruelty of the family, that had killed her. This cruelty was railing after Valerie's own daughter after so many years of her death. I couldn't take it. Especially I couldn't see her whereabouts from the mountains where I had journeyed to, to follow a trail. I have always watched it. Having a human and normal life was what she needed. There was no need to be swooped into the witch business when she was never a believer. I could have taken her from her father when I had the chance. She would have been safe with me, my eyes could have gotten to her. She isn't jus
Freda's POV I have been slipping in and out of my dreams recently.I didn't know what was real or not. My body and my mind still feel like I was locked in an old cellar somewhere with no hope of getting out. Sometimes, I imagine myself drowning in my own blood until I die. These dreams had become so intense, considering that I had lost track of time. There was no way I would be able to speak normally after that trauma. I only remember Alfred coming to save me with someone else. Vanna. I figured I was hearing things, but I didn't know just how much of it was true, or maybe it was all part of my hallucinations. I was already up, staring at the window. I wondered when it was all going to make sense. There was so much danger out there, and it seemed to never end. I had just realized that one of my relatives was the cause of my existing misery. It was hard to place the memory of my son, but I gifted her the courage to carry through with Kevin's dream. I looked like her, just as they had
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