One day earlier...Riordan was enraged. He saw red as he turned the house upside down, checking every nook and cranny for the adult woman he left here what felt like seconds ago!Fiona finally woke up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and looking around in confusion. “Where is she?” He snarled. “Who? Freya?” She asked. “She left.”It felt like somebody grabbed a hold of his heart and yanked it out of his chest. “What do you mean she left?” He growled. The little girl’s eyes widened and she took a terrified step back, her eyes filling with tears as she didn’t fully understand that his rage was not directed at her. “I think you should step out and calm yourself.” Maria slid between him and Fiona, pulling the little girl close. His beast rattled his cage mightily in his chest and he grasped his hair, pulling frantically. She left, she left, she left. His heart pounded, in sync with the pounding of his head. He felt tattered, volatile, like he was fraying at the edges. “She fucking
Freya hummed a jaunty tune as she walked down the busy street, her spirits so high she felt like she could fly. A little boy ran screaming from his older brother and bumped into her. The boy changed direction and continued running without looking back and Freya didn't even cuss, or drag him back screaming. These days, she felt different.It was just three days since Riordan broke her out, after which they set up house back in his home and he fucked the senses out of her brain. A smile graced her lips as she remembered his hunger, his insatiable appetite. She could live like this forever. It was her first time out here amongst people in so long and finally, she felt like she was a part of this society, no longer an outcast looking in. “Beautiful lady , what will you get from us?” A lady selling trinkets asked. A pair of rings called out to her and the woman crowed immediately. “You have an eye for beautiful things.” She lifted the rings. “These are the ying and yang rings. Once you
“The Wild Hunt?” She asked, a foreboding shiver running down her spine. “Shinay?”They looked at the attacking Council dogs, still locked into motion and behind their skeletal faces, she could swear she felt derision. “We shall kill all of your enemies for you.” They declared. The Wild Hunt, Freya grasped to understand this impossibility taking place in front of her very eyes. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place and so she said nothing as they made a chittering noise amongst themselves and met the Council dogs mid-lunge. Time resumed again and it was her first time seeing the Council dogs falter. To them, the Wild Hunt materialised from thin air and though shaken, all six of them fought to their very last breath. If Freya wasn’t so wary of what she just unlocked, she would have appreciated the beauty really. The Undead to fight the Undead, it was a fight that should be written down in details for the histories. From their very first collision, the battle was a short and
Adrian Drunsquille was doing exactly as he’d been instructed, to do nothing. He’d caused enough problems and a few days ago, he was finally summoned and been given a suggestion to take a vacation. “Vacation my ass.” He muttered. He knew an exile when he saw one. They needed him out of the way, steering up no trouble for the six months they required to seal the deal in his absence. He tried to find some interest in the dancing ladies and failed. A dangerous apathy had settled on his mind and nothing he did filled that hole. He fucked and drank and gambled all day and yet that hole only seemed to yawn wider with every passing day. He was wasting his time. He was just about to stand when the roof caved in. He felt a flare of anger and leaped up. He’d paid an exorbitant fee for the peace and solitude to brood in his thoughts and what was this interruption?“What the fuck is the meaning of this?” He snapped. She landed in the middle of the debris and he felt his anger falter. An immor
Freya couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She didn’t want this man, whoever he was, he was a stranger and a nuisance. The only man she wanted was Riordan but Riordan was nowhere in sight and when the strange male made a low sound at the back of his throat and ground against her like he was helpless to resist, she moaned; turned on like her body was on fire. Immediately the guilt followed, and the denial. This stranger was not the man she wanted, he had surely done something to trick her wolf into thinking he was her mate. She gritted her teeth and ripped her arm from his. Gripping his shoulder, she flipped their position, fisting his shirt and growling in his face. “Take me back!” Her voice was nearly a scream as she shook him hard. “Take me back right this instant!” “I said I cannot!” He hissed. “Even if I could, what makes you think that I would want to?” “You fucking bastard!!” She screamed her rage and tried to head-butt him but he was quicker, evading her attack. He
Freya walked for hours, determined to walk her way out of the strange field while ignoring the man that just wouldn’t shut up. “Like I said, there’s no cause for concern. I used to portal myself accidentally all the time when I was young.” He continued and she gritted her teeth in annoyance, marching straight ahead while sweat drizzled down her back. “It worried the kingdom then, my mother thought I would some day portal myself right into the Underworld or something. I did once, barely returned with my life intact.” He continued chattily. She bit down hard on her curiosity but the questions burned her mind. What did he see down there? Was he just a child when he portaled himself to the Underworld? Was the realm as terrible as it was believed to be? She refused to indulge him however, wanted nothing at all to do with him. “The other times were much less dramatic but not any less dangerous. I once found myself in the depths of the ocean once. Another time it was a realm made of de
Freya snuck a glance behind her, glimpsing the long bony creatures that rose high above the field of tall grass. She saw three of them and they were pale as the moon itself with long spindly arms and legs such that one of their strides was three of hers. “What the hell are they?!” She hissed. “I’ve seen their type before.” Said Adrian. “It’s enough to say that they’re not picky eaters.” They were still running but the creatures were closing in on them fast. “Take off your jacket!” He ordered. “Now is not the time to be trying to get into my pants!” She snapped. “Touché Princess. There’s never ‘not’ a good time to try but that’s not what I’m about. Trust me and take the jacket off or the both of us will be warming those creature’s bowels forever.”“I’m not a fucking princess.” She growled and yanked the jacket off her shoulder. “Of course you’re not.” He took the jacket from her, never breaking stride as he hurled it far. “Why did you do that?” She yelled. “Because our pursue
“Over my dead body.” She growled and he tsked. “A pity. You have thirty seconds before you’re as good as dead.” He sat on a high root and watched her. “I don’t need your stinking help.” She growled and heaved again. If she could just gain some leverage, she could push her way out but as if the tree was an expert at kidnapping sleeping women, the thick roots had immobilised her legs and her arms entirely. They creeped over her neck and started over her jaw. “Twenty seconds.” Adrian said. “I’d make my decision fast if I were you. Say yes, it’s just a kiss.”“‘Once I get out of here,” She gritted out. “You will pay for every second of my discomfort.” “Fifteen seconds.” He replied. “Once you get swallowed fully, you’ll not even have the power to scratch an itch. Don’t be stubborn, I offered a fair deal.”“You’re the reason why I’m stuck here in the first place!” She growled. “I know, I’m quite shameless.” He grinned again. “I saved your life though. I know those men weren’t chasing