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 I was short of words when I thought of how much they made her suffer just because she had hurt me. I was not a fan of her either, but I didn't think that they would hurt her to the point of death."She had to die.""However she was, it doesn't make it okay to kill her. For crying out loud, she was just a relative like you." I pointed to Vanna, who had no feeling of remorse written on her face. It made me think about the kind of person she is. Was this how she handled issues like this?"You have every right to feel that way, Freda. But you have to understand that it is the world we live in. Vanna was the one talking. Alfred was just standing in the corner, not saying a word. I noticed a flash of worry, wondering how I would counter that."Yes, I get it. It is the world we live in. Don't you think I've heard that before? It is always the same story with you all." Tears threatened to fall. My body was still very weak from the spell that almost tore my insides. There was noth
Freda's POV The ball was tonight, and it was clear that it was going to be a full night.I had never attended a masked-themed ball, but this was quite special because it was an Avenue to launch a new set of wines for his company. From everything the pack has lost, I found this event to be outrageous. They were still recovering from several attacks, and I felt it was going to send the wrong message. Then, when I reviewed the staff who were on duty at the mansion, I saw happy faces.They were excited and ecstatic about how the night was going. I had a bad feeling about this; Vanna, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found. The last I heard, she was trailing the hiya of witches that Noah seemed to have befriended. I knew that anything that required hunting someone down wasn't going to be pretty since she was involved. It makes me wonder how she managed to pull it off.We have been in a mellow mood recently. Her thrill was what drew me to her, making me want to give her a chance. She d
Freda's POV"You do not want to make a scene, love. Trust me, you are smarter than that." His hands were still stretched forward. I didn't want to take it, but he drew me to himself. His velvet tic brought out his watercolor eyes; I was always in a spiral whenever I looked at them, so I just avoided his gaze as he looked at me harder. Following my every gaze."You don't have to worry about him; I'll find you dancing with me. Dancing with me, of course, is your right.""I do not want this." I quietly said Werewolves, especially alphas, are keen on knowing whatever you are feeling just by listening to your heartbeat. I tried to steady my heart rate; I didn't want to give myself away to him that easily. He doesn't need to know just how much I want to rip his throat out."You do not have to want this, love. Everyone is enjoying the party. I suggest you do the same, considering that the fact that it was needed back then scared the hell out of me. We slowly swayed to the music as I held the
Freda's POV The event was far from over. At every turn, I wanted to disappear but Alfred always had a way to stop me every time. I drowned my tears with a glass of wine, at each turn I was far from getting high. I just kept drinking more, to maybe forget what was about to happen. I might not know why I was feeling this way, but I had a bad feeling about the dinner that was occurring right now. The most prominent people at the event, gathered around the table as they both chatted with their partner. Noah was sitting at the side of the table close to Alfred. He brought a date, it was weird at first because it seemed that he was alone. It was Noah and he always had his ways. I avoided his gaze but it seemed he was always taking glances at me. I knew better than to indulge him. His answers had a way to rike me up with all of his antics. I just wanted the day to be over. "Are you okay?" I felt Alfred's breath, in my ear as he whispered. I snapped out of my thoughts immediately. "Hmm,
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