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 POVI needed a fresh start...That was my conclusion after my nightmares got a lot worse and the feeling of death just kept hovering. There was nothing that stopped the feeling, it was like I was suffocating. My words became less and less and the only reply I could give to any reaction was a nod. I needed an outlet to let things out of the bags. Sleep wandered far from me, as the whispering that used to visit my dreams started creeping into my reality. I needed to sort things out with my kind but I didn't know how to. I had no experience with that sort of thing, never have. Things changed for me when I arrived here, making me question myself If I was really cursed or deformed. Maybe I was suffering from post-traumatic stress. It was the only thing I could tie my experience to. Too many things out of the ordinary were already taking place and it was only a matter of time before things explained in my face. The view from my window was the nicest gift I felt running to. I found
Freda’s POVI couldn't sleep throughout the night. It had been a week plus since I completely shut Alfred out. In the midst of that, I was going to speak to him after the long haul of my emotions being mixed with lots of silence and depression. I am not prepared to face him but if I wanted my plan to work, it would be best that I did what was necessary, no matter what. He had no right to hold me hostage, I refused to settle for confinement when I had done nothing wrong.It was a good thing that my mind was occupied, it helped with the nightmares, and for the first time in days, I didn't hear any form of whispering that jolted me from my brief sleep. What was ahead of me was greater than any form of pain, it was fear enveloping me in all the ways. What would he say?Would he punish me?Is he just going to leave me to my life and how I wanted to rearrange it?Was he going to yell at me? What was my plan even after I left here? What am I going to do to survive out there in the world th
Alfred’s POVMy heart couldn't take it that she was leaving. There was nothing much to say after Lilian told me what she had just heard from her. There was no way I could salvage the situation because Freda had made up her mind to leave the mansion. It was a good thing she was not running away, instead, she was making a rational decision out of what she felt. I respected her decision just immediately after the news got to me, no matter how disheartening. There was no telling that I was the one who had caused her the most pain, even when Kale was trying to talk me out of my decision but I just couldn't snap out of the pain from my bruised self. It happened long ago and yet I was punishing someone, with the most clear innocence. Now, I was scared that going back to the world she came from was only going to make things worse for me. It was bad enough that she was still going through her transformation and at this point, with her things were only getting confused. The highest someone ha
Alfred’s POV I couldn't remember the last time I was visited by silence. It was like a wave from the deep sea, wiping the earth clean from whatever it carried. I have to be supportive, that's what I have been telling myself but I stood by not letting her go.There was no way around it, if I do not let her go, things might get worse. We might never be able to move away from this phase, where she felt stuck. She felt st k in this house and with all that was going on, I too, would find it difficult to move on.After the kiss, she was all I could think about. Thinking about her gave me only questions, I was finding it difficult to find the answers to. There was only one way to find out but I was not ready to face the underlying truth. I did not want to keep her hostage or anything any longer. I approached the whole thing in the wrong way but there was no going back now. Before she left, I wanted us to have breakfast together. This was the first time I was doing such a thing but if we we
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