Freda’s POVAlfred has been awfully quiet since I requested more details. I watched every one of his movements closely, wondering what was in his mind. What he was going to do next. I have never seen him so distraught before and so out of pace. He was typing, ignoring me. The doctors came and checked my vitals, while Alfred kept on with what he was doing pretending that he was not there. "I can see that your knee is still taking time to heal. As I suggested before, you might need another physical therapy to nurse yourself back to perfect health.""But I feel fine. Although my throat is like a scratch on wood though, I'm still trying…to get the words out while feeling a whole lot of pain..apart from that, I'm surprisingly strong and my vision got better." The doctor stared at Alfred for a while, Alfred glared at him and I was still trying to understand what was going on between these two. "What is it?" If there was anything I hated, it was being kept in the dark. Something that I sh
Freda’s POVThe only time I have heard the word, Alpha was in books. To see someone answer that name means something. For Alfred, I have seen it as a sign of respect that everyone showered on him. I did not understand what it meant and I had been meaning to ask for a while but it was only going to take some time because he was always filled with rage. After the way he spoke to me just now, I could only say that he has had a change of heart in his attitude towards me."Don't worry about it, hun," Lilian said. "It's just a nickname that he had since he was a child." Alfred was tapping his feet consistently, trying to distract himself. That action could only be caused by nervousness, which brought me to the question. What was he nervous about? "How come Sophia can call you a nickname when she works under you?" I narrowed at him."Uh…I…allow it." He was tense, I found it strange because he was never tense with words. If there was anything, Alfred loved to be understood. So he would try
Freda’s POVIt was taking forever to walk but I was already getting a hang of it, my physical therapist, Jane was helping me out nicely. Sometimes, talking to her about my inner struggles was just uplifting at a point. I have been quiet when he was still hovering around me "You do not have to stay beside me, I am fine. There is high security to come to my rescue." I told him but he was still hovering, having a peek through the curtain of my soul. If care was taken he would have tried to glue me to himself so I would be under his watch. "Anything can happen. You have a tendency to always draw trouble close to you. No matter how hard I try to make you stay away from matters that don't concern you, you just get thrown into them and that is not good." He finally says dien staring in between the blanks. I was wondering what was usually his routine. He had no work in place for him to do. "So it was my fault that somehow your fiance looked for ways to end my life no matter how hard I tr
Freda’s POVThe words I heard from those minutes before I was unconscious haunted me for the rest of the day. Not just the day but for the rest of the week, I requested that I be treated from home and there were little exercises that I was able to do at home. I was able to do some physical therapy from the house but I couldn't do it when my mind wandered far from the reality I have ever known. It's been three days and I haven't left my room. I have been here trying to think through what I have heard and what I know. The little evidence that has done nothing but stare at my face right this instant. There was peace knowing that I wasn't just in my head,I was not making things up or trying to get her attention, it was real. The fictional world was indeed very real and even if there was nothing you could prove but their words were enough evidence for me. I did not speak to anyone until Alfred came back and if nobody wanted to tell me the truth, it was best they stayed away from me. Kal
Freda’s POVI couldn't understand what he was trying to tell me. He blatantly confirmed that what I have been thinking the whole time was true. I sat down ready well, knowing what to do."How is this even possible? " I whispered to myself as I stared into blank space. It felt like I have been living a lie here, trying to convince myself that they were just weird people. The multiple nightmares I have had were the truth dancing before my eyes. There was pain knowing that everything isn't going as soothing as I planned it in my head. Lies, everyone was filled with lies. Alfred was giving me clues to the truth but what I wanted to know was why he did what he did. Why didn't he just tell me from the beginning so I would know what the hell I was getting into? I let tapping my legs aside and tried to make sense of the affirmed truth. "You have to say something, Freda. Your silence isn't going to make everything seem okay." "There is nothing to say.""I know you have questions, I suggest
Freda’s POVI refused to believe it. "So you're telling me that I am now one of you.""Well, not technically but yeah. You are one of us." I felt the loss of air in between my lungs. I held my chest, as I continued heaving. Nothing was going to help me out here, not that I chose this kind of life, I was forced into this life and now there was nothing I could do to ensure I get out. "What do you mean by not technically?" I forced my words. "You went into V-Fib. Your heartbeat was not strong to ensure that you were warm. The doctors tried everything, while still in that state. There was nothing that we could do, it was two things, it was either they called your time of death or try to get you warm enough to put you in a coma. I had no option than to bite you and when I did that…" he paused, rubbing his face with his arms. If it was like this for me, I do not know what it would be like for him to see me in that state. "When I did that, when I bit you, you died. You were completely f
Alfred’s POV"Maybe she needs some time…" Kale whispered as I emptied the last glass of scotch. I stared at the bottle of scotch, still having a long way to go. I couldn't remember the last time I drank this hard, the time I held the bottle of scotch or vodka and was not willing to let go. It's been two days and Freda still has refused to see anyone, aside from Lilain. We made sure her needs were met but she needed nothing much other than the painful solitude she had subjected herself to. I caused her misery and gave it to her like it was a trophy. Doesn't make me a good person, because I still haven't found a good reason why I did that to her. "I have given time. Freda coming here was a mistake. A huge one. I should have let go of the hate at first before doing anything drastic. I should have tried to treat her with some ounce of respect. Maybe I shouldn't have bit her, done that to her, or I shouldn't have let myself subject her to such a life. It was probably the life she never w
Alfred’s POVStill trying to think about it, there were several ways that transformation may occur. It was like poison, whichever one chooses to be with you, you just stick by it. As far as I was aware, I didn't know how to approach Freda with all of this. It was bad enough that she wasn't talking to me or anyone in the mansion, I just wanted to keep my distance.The same thing has been recurring for a few nights now. Each time I stayed close to her door, she was either crying or coughing. There was no greater way to put it, she was having trouble sleeping, and yet I still did not know how to help out when all she wanted was to stay away from me. It was difficult for me because I have not had this experience with humans. I always knew what to say to people, people who already knew what kind of life we were living. We tried to not get into a lot of hard trouble because speaking to the police could be a lot of work. The conversation between Kale and I was still very clear in my head.
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