Author’s POVFreya felt herself hang backward as she attempted to strike at Fiona. She couldn’t bring herself to be patient despite the cajoling of her brother. Fiona is to be blamed for all the things she got herself involved in. If she never walked into their lives she would have been living happily with Ronan.“Get off me!” She yelled, struggling out of Isla’s grip. Fiona cowered into the bed. Freya pointed at her. “It is your fault. You planned this. You desperately wanted to be out in the open for everyone to see you as the king’s concubine. You tricked him into showing you off. It is all your fault.” She listed.Fiona winced painfully at the jab in her underbelly. Her arm wrapped around her stomach protectively. “I don't know what you are talking about Your Majesty. I will never try to hurt you in any way, please.”“Shut up! I blame myself for ever allowing you into our lives. All you have done is ruin the relationship between my husband and me. I swear to the goddess, Fiona. I
Ronan’s POVDion must be exhausted by now. I have been running through the woods at a fast speed without stopping. Everything keeps getting in my head all at once. Freya’s betrayed eyes and Fiona’s fearful glance. I blame myself for it all I should have dealt better between them. I couldn’t sleep because my thoughts kept evading my peaceful moment.Making the woods my companion seems the best tonight. I have never seen Freya look so livid. It's almost like the only thing she has for me is hate. I must have hurt her really bad if all she sees is everyone coming for her. I was just trying to save my life, if I knew it would hurt others this much I would have kept quiet.Freya has always been caring and supportive towards everything I do. She never tries to refuse my suggestions. Even when I am indecisive she sticks to me. I feel like I have betrayed every of her trust and it might be a bit hard for us to get back to our usual ways. At the same time, Fiona isn't to blame for all of this.
Fiona’s POVIf I could hold back on sleep, I would have. But I am not the only one living in my body and I can’t control the tiredness that envelopes me the moment night comes. The queen seems to be hellbent on destroying me. She kept appearing in my dreams stretching out her clawed hands to sink into my belly. When I woke up I could have sworn she was really there.No one has stared at me with that much hatred in their eyes. She looked angry and scorned. What I do not understand is my offense in all of this. I am just as surprised that Ronan would tell his council about me without telling me about it. It doesn’t seem right that he decides when I can get locked up and when people get to know me. It feels selfish to me.I can’t help but pity Freya and how helpless she must be feeling. This must be what Isla was trying to make me understand. I have lived enough to be aware of the pain carried by the heart when you think your loved one hurt you. Fear was the only thing I could feel when
Author’s POV Freya stumbled into Callum’s home well covered in a cape. She couldn’t stay one more day in the palace seeing Ronan. It's almost as if with each passing second her hatred for him grows. She feels left out in his life. His words were confusing as if he might be hiding something. Guilt had made her run from Callum, but now she has chosen to feel unashamed about her affection. She opened the back door to a secret room he had once shown her to take whenever she wanted to come. Even if he isn’t around, it's always open to her. Knocking slightly, she entered and was surprised to see Callum by the fireplace rocking a chair. He didn’t flinch at her entry. Freya shut the door and stood abruptly. “Did you know I was coming?” She asked. Callum shrugged holding her gaze. “Can’t say I didn't put it in mind. Have a seat and tell me what happened.” Freya took off the cape gingerly and sat down. She didn’t say anything at first and just kept rummaging through her thoughts. “I got an
Ronan’s POV Freya took her time before finally turning to me. I had been running through the woods for hours trying to figure out the perfect way to resolve my dented relationships. I returned to the palace only to find out that Freya wasn’t around.“Where are you coming from?” I asked again sounding a bit furious. She cleared her throat and fixed her jaw stubbornly. “What do you care?” I stood up folding my arms. “I am still your husband and King, Freya. You should watch your tone with me. Where are you coming from and don’t you dare say your brother? I have asked Levi and he admitted to not seeing you.” There was a shift in her eyes, but she was quick to get herself together. “What? Is it just Levi I have to run to? I do have friends who care about me. I have good people who are willing to stick their necks out for me.” I bite down on my lips ruffling my hair. “Do you know what you are saying? Freya you knew about all of this from the beginning and I never would have allowed Fi
Fiona’s POVI winced at the slight pain that struck my vein from the sudden push I had earlier. I have had several weird happenings in my life and this tops it all. Queen Freya didn’t mind putting my child and me in danger just to vent her anger. I have to start planning my escape from here. Staying here isn’t worth all of this trouble. As much as they don’t want me here, I don’t want to be either. I was just scared for nothing, thinking it would be hard for me to look after my child and myself. I keep forgetting that I am a strong she-wolf who has survived so many travails since the death of my parents. If I could scale through that, I can with this one too. “Your body is not the same, Fiona. And looking after a baby is quite tasking.” Rin said in a low tone. I sniffed, “It doesn’t matter. I will do this on my own.” And I have to leave before morning comes. With the little Ronan had given me to assure me that he wasn’t going to leave me hanging after I birth to the child. I can
Ronan’s POV “How is she?” Freya asked with worry in her tone. I glanced back at her, stretching out my hand to hold hers. “The doctor says she passed out due to the rise in her blood pressure and strained muscles. She has not been frequenting the woods as advised. She dropped her shoulder. “That must have been because of me. She left the woods in fear when we bumped into each other.” “How?” “Fiona looked scared of me and I felt really bad because it was my fault that she was that way. If I had not tried to attack her for no reason, she wouldn’t be in this state.” Her eyes watered as she spoke. I smoothened her hair kissing her forehead. “We are all bound to make mistakes and it is fine. There is no need to keep beating yourself up when you have admitted to being wrong. But I need to talk to you about something and if you don’t want it, I promise that I won’t do it.” Freya wiped off the single tear running down her face. “What is that?” “You know I mentioned it before. However,
Author’s POVFreya sat back in the chair radiating confidence. There was no need for her to hide her face down at Callum's home. Ronan knows she is coming to see him and there wasn’t any need to be suspicious he is her inlaw after all. After her heart-to-heart talk with Ronan last night. She feels there might be a way for them to get back together and resolve their differences. As much as she tries to not think about it. The guilt of all the things she has indulged in, in the past few weeks has crippled her. Maybe things can get to work out between her and Ronan. Fiona would be due in the next three to four months and all of their worries would fade away. After all, it won’t be the first time a queen looks after her husband’s child. She won’t be the last either. Callum stepped into the study where she was seated with a bright smile on his face. When he heard she had come to see him, Callum couldn’t help but think she might have missed him and it got him excited. “I didn’t think you
Ronan’s POVLouis let out his loud childish laugh as I tickled his side. It feels so good to finally get the chance to play with my child. We have gotten closer as it should be. He has stuffed himself with every sweet chewables the party has to offer. I have a feeling Isla would have a hard time putting him to bed.“So sorry, Your Highness. I will take him now.” Isla pleaded.“It is alright, Isla. Thank you. Where is my wife?”“She is getting changed.”“Alright, thank you.”After the usual open ceremony that involved every member of the Nestorian kingdom, Fiona was crowned as the Luna Queen. We returned to the palace to celebrate with a ball, ushering in anyone who desired to attend. Fiona made the most beautiful bride I have ever seen in her wedding dress. I wish we didn’t have to be so engaged in honoring our guests and just have her to myself.“Wow, he is, the man of the hour.” Timon teased sitting next to me.“I have been looking around for you. Where have you been?” I questioned.
Fiona’s POVI glanced discreetly at Ronan and smiled to myself. He looks much better than he was a month ago. When Lord Timon arrived with a carriage saying we were returning to the palace, I thought it was a joke. I had almost given up on the thought that we would ever get to return since Ronan never seemed to have an answer.When we arrived there was a lot of acknowledgment from the very people who didn’t care to see me. I never knew Ronan’s uncle and didn’t think too highly of him after hearing about all that he did. What I didn’t expect was the situation of Freya. It was okay when she plotted to have me dead, but shocking at her intention to kill Ronan. You never know what people are capable of. Dawn didn’t appear too concerned about the death of her father, but she finally got the chance to mourn her mother properly.I felt sorry for Dawn and Ronan, even though my experience wasn’t as epic as theirs. I do know what it feels like to have the ones you trust to play on your heart an
Ronan’s POVMy entire world felt like a lie. I still can’t get over everything that Elder Callum expressed. To think I felt guilty for ever suspecting him. All the while I had sleepless nights and battled for my life, he was plotting against me.“Why don’t you go back to the palace, Your Majesty, and let me sort this out,” Timon said.I shook my head feeling a nasty ache making its way to my head. “No, please, I want to see for myself.” I insisted.We were headed for Elder Callum’s house to search properly this time. Even though I still can’t get over the shock of all that he said and his death, I want to get a glimpse of everything. The house was agog when we arrived. All of the maids and guards looked on in fear as Timon and his men searched every room in the house.The remains of Aunt Celine were the first thing that was found. Callum had it wrapped up in a bag and put it into the room she had slept in when she was alive. It was obvious that it was her from the burnt remains of her
Author’s POVThere was an eerie feeling in the air as Ronan moved through the woods stealthily. He could sense some presence behind the thick bushes, and even though whoever it was did try to hide its scent, he caught a whiff of it and it almost seemed familiar. He should have listened to Timon who advised that he took a carriage to meet with his family. But something told him to go his usual route.He halted his steps to listen to be sure he heard right. All of sudden a big wolf matching his frame jumped at him from nowhere sinking his teeth into Ronan’s upper body, but he missed and only got to tear out a bit of his fur. Before he could get a grip on the situation, the attacker pushed him to the ground aiming for his neck vein. Ronan fought hard and gave the wolf a wild kick that sent him reeling backward.Ronan hurried to his feet, gnashing his teeth at his attacker. Just then the attacker shifted into their form leaving Ronan in shock. Callum turned out to be the one behind the wo
Ronan’s POVSomeone banged recklessly on the door waking me up roughly from my sleep. I have barely gotten an hour of sleep in. My mind has been laced heavily with thoughts that had prevented me from sleeping at the due time. Groaning, I sat up with my back bent. It's actually morning, how long was I asleep?Timon made his way in, bowing slightly towards me. “Your majesty,”“Really? Why would you hit on the door like that?” I questioned.“It was not my doing. Ava was at the door.”“Has she lost her mind? Where are the guards when you need them to do their jobs? Why wake me up so early in the morning?”“It's not exactly morning your majesty. It is way past noon. Are you alright? You don’t look well rested.”I rubbed my forehead, staring intently at the wall. “Something is coming, Timon. But I do not know what it is and my heart is burdened. I couldn’t get any sleep because of it. If anything goes wrong please protect my family.”He sighed. “Don’t be like that, we will resolve whatever
Ronan’s POV“Where is that bastard?” Levi yelled as he stormed my study.Three guards stood behind him ready to strike at my order. They must have restrained themselves since he is my in-law. I nodded towards them to excuse us. Timon gave me a questioning nod.“What is all this about Levi?” I inquired.“Oh, really? So you do not know what all this is about? Where is my sister, Ronan? Did you have your child bearer skin her alive? So what if she tried to kill her? Isn’t she an intruder in the first place? You should be ashamed of yourself for picking a mere stranger over your mate.” He ranted.I exchanged a confused look with Timon before looking back at the fuming man. “What you are saying now is that you do not see any wrong in what your sister did?”“Yes, and for what it is worth, you are to blame. If you didn’t turn away from her and make her feel unneeded she wouldn’t have gone that far. But what excuse do you have now that she is carrying your child and your child bearer is very
Author’s POV“Freya?” Callum called out. No response came. He rubbed at his neck in discomfort and moved closer. She was unmoving and blood appeared to be flowing from her head to the ground.He gulped hard and felt her pulse. Callum cursed under his breath at the eventuality of his action. Not only had her breath seized, she couldn’t be revived. Freya was dead. Covering his eyes with both hands, he groaned like a wounded lion. This wasn’t supposed to end like that. The only death he intends to have on his hands next is Ronan’s.His breath hitched at every passing second. Rising to his feet, he took in a deep breath to calm himself. There is no need to start hyperventilating when the deed has already been done. First, he has to get her cleaned up and find a way to dispose of her body, but then it will take a lot of work. If anyone gets to know that the queen is missing, it won’t take long for her to be traced down to him.Callum searched around for anything that would do to stuff her
Author’s POVFreya gasped for breath like she had been hit in the chest. Nothing prepared her for the murderous look in his eyes. She could sense the irritation in his expression. Her legs wobbled and her lips quivered. Ronan was supposed to be obsessed with her now that she was pregnant. He is meant to cherish her like no other. Instead, he appears to be disgusted by her.She pulled at her hair with shaky hands. A muffled scream escaped her lips, she tried hard to let it all out but nothing came. The tears rolled down her face, almost blinding her. Freya sat still just staring blankly into space. It is as if every time she tries to give Ronan a chance to amend his ways, he walks onto the destructive path.Regret creeps in as she thinks of Callum. He had been the only one who came to her rescue and assured her of a secure future. Instead of making sure their relationship is sealed and they have themselves to count on. She plotted his death. All because of Ronan.The more she thought a
Ronan’s POV“You didn’t find anything?” I asked Timon for the umpteenth time like my ears had gone deaf.He bowed his head, “I am sorry, Your Majesty. I must have gotten the wrong information.”Ruffling my hair, I sank onto the couch feeling an unexplained exhaustion. I had eventually hurried back to the palace in the hope that Timon would catch onto something. Even though we do have a missing knife to prove that my uncle had something to do with his friend's death, it is not enough to accuse him of killing his wife.Even though it doesn’t sound right, I am beginning to hope he might have a link to the enemy tormenting me. It probably was Elder James. What if my uncle was trying to defend me? Won’t it be wrong of me to be so hard on a person who is more like my parent?Timon dragged a foot on the ground. “Please say something.”I held his gaze, shrugging. “I really wish I could say something to you, but I do not know what to say. I must admit that I was eager to hear the outcome of yo