Freda's POV "Thank you Mrs. Saints." I smiled taking the pay cheque she handed to me. "You’re welcome Freda, see you tomorrow for your night shift." She smiled at me and I nodded. "Sure," I said as I slipped the check into my bag. "Freda, before you leave, take the trash out dear." I wanted to grumble as she said that because I was already tired from serving hungry people with no manners but I smiled and walked away from the door back to the kitchen so I could take out the trash. I walked into the kitchen and picked up the bag of trash that was sitting inside the trash can. I tiredly dragged it out from the back of the diner and then dumped it into the smelly dumpster. The night chill picked up making me cold, I looked up to see the full moon shining beautifully. I washed my hand thoroughly and when I was done I strapped my bag well and got myself ready to start heading to the bus stop so I could catch the bus. Working three jobs meant that I was always going to take the night
Freda's POV I was still unable to believe what I was hearing, did I just get sold? I fucking got sold off, I thought I was supposed to be at home enjoying the comfort of my house while I caught up on the series that I had abandoned because of my schedule. Tension filled my body as I watched them open the cage, going deeper into the small cage which looked like a dog cage, the two men noticed my resistance and went to the back of the cage, lifted it up and I tumbled over. I wanted to run from there but I didn't see anywhere to run to. A different man came and pulled me with my hair which made me muffle. He had a leash in his hand and after pulling my hair for some time, he strapped it on me. My body stiffened as I felt the tight hold of the strap on my flesh. I was being strapped like some goddamn animal? “Your owner is waiting for you,” one of them said in his gruff and hoarse voice as he pulls me into a room. Neither of them tried to enter as they pushed me inside the room wit
Freda's POV. How did I get myself into such a mess? I kept asking myself. I should be in my house now, who would come looking for me? I didn't have families that would think of me, no one would think that I wasn't back home early, no one would think that I was in danger and that I'd been sold. But tomorrow when I don't visit, Daniel will be all alone. Lonely with no one to care for him. Tears crept down my face as I kneeled and sneaked sideways looking at the man that was seated so still and regal on that chair. I don't understand what was happening. "Leon!" He called out to one of the guards who was standing in the room. "Alpha!" He responded and I mentally screamed Countless fantasy movies and books swim in my head as I tried to make sense of what I had just heard. Surely it was just some title for their gang member, right? Maybe some wordplay? I tried to convince myself but the thought of what he had said not too long about mating made it even harder to brush it off as a coi
I gulped down nothing. "Master?" I called out. "Don't make you say it again slave, strip and go down on your knees," I took my hand slowly to the button of my dress as I began to undo them, I took the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground exposing the black bra I had on, the gown fell from my waist and then I kneel. "When I say strip, I mean strip." He said with a hint of warning I looked at him and my eyes widened. Surely, he wasn’t asking me to strip until I was completely naked right? "Do not make me say it again, slave. Take it all off." He yelled but I didn't do that, instead, I looked at him and then picked up my dress from the floor. "I won't do it, I don't remember offending you, I don't remember crossing paths with you, so why do you have to keep me hostage here, and why do you have to hurt me," I yelled and his silver eyes looked at me and the next moment he was pinning me to the nearest wall, he pressed on my throat making me unable to breathe. "One mo
Freda"I won't repeat myself again, slave." He taunted me. There wasn't anything I wouldn't give to leave this hell hole. I stared at the pieces of the broken vase on the floor. I remembered Sophia's voice at the back of my head, telling me to do as he had said."Please, I would do anything you want, not this." My eyes were so used to crying that I didn't notice the tears until they rolled down my cheeks. I felt like the main character in one of the stupid fantasies that I was back then. My days are numbered here because I didn't plan on adhering to his outrageous demands. A few minutes ago, he was standing at the entrance of the door but now he strolled to his bed. Sitting down and folding his legs. With the glint on his face, I preferred him to speak than to give me that glare that sparked fear inside of me. "I think I know what would be good for you. I just have to drag Leon down here to teach you another lesson because the last one, apparently, wasn't enough for you." He smir
Alfred I have been staring at this paperwork for the longest time and for some reason, my mind has been wandering to Freda, the slave. Every part of me was fighting what I had left. The moral compass that hadn't stopped turning. All I could think of was how unlucky I was, to be gifted a human. Anytime I held her with all of my strength, I thought of how fragile she was. How easily I could break her. I could. Right? I am the Alpha and I could but every time I snapped, something else took over. Like some divine shield protecting me from my actions. Protecting her from me. The past clouded my thought, I tried to think of the problem. What have I done in the past that might have prompted this hatred from fate? From the moon? I thought of her skin and her faded smile that seemed to linger no matter how sad she could be. The rush of her blood, each time she bled. All of those little moments filled me as one of the guards walked in with that natural sharpness that he was trained with.
Freda There were a lot of things going through my mind as I stared at the knife on the table. A way out. I could put a tiny hole in my hands and bleed to death without him knowing or I could aggressively end his life. I have thought about it several times and it all ends the same way. I didn't think that I would see this as a window, thinking of my life before I met my doom here. I didn't think that I would have a reason to end things because I couldn't bear how this literal Alpha Male was treating me.It was more than what I could handle, so I shut myself out. I became blank, numb, and empty. I stared at his glowing eyes, he was enjoying my torture. The fact that I was slowly peeling my life away from the consciousness of my mind. He smirked as he spoke. "Why darling?""Why are you doing this to me? You can simply just kill me and save yourself the trouble. Since you don't want to let me go.""I told you, I'm not giving you an easy way out through death. If you want to kill yoursel
AlfredWhen I left the mansion, the image of her lingered in my mind for the longest time. Throughout the drive around the neighborhood, I thought of her slender skin on mine underneath the dress she was wearing. There was peace in staying in a dreamlike state, thinking about her all day but there was respect and fear when I cautioned her and made her tremble. I loved how fragile she was because it stroked the flames of my big ego. Then, I hated that she was fragile because of her being human. The thought of it made my skin crawl and her guts drove me crazy. I have watched Freda closely even before I took her under my wing. I knew her life before now, before me. I hated that humans were so oblivious to a lot of things and when they finally come across what they do not understand, they begin to fear the most. Fear steered a lot of things, violence, and misconception were other things. They discriminate on the inside and it made me sick. Those were the reasons why I would rather work
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