Author’s POVFreya moaned softly as Callum attempted to stand up beside her. Chuckling to himself as he watched her. He placed a light kiss on her cheek and got up. She had arrived in the middle of the night, shocking him. It made him happy how much she was into him now without even realizing it. He intends to leverage on the affection as much as he can. It felt nice being the bad person as he always ends up with the good things. Having Freya felt like hitting the jackpot. She is all that he needs to get his plans off the ground. All it would take is a whisper and she would shout the rest to the world. Dressing up after checking the time. The day was just about to break fully and if she moved as fast as her hindlegs could carry, Freya would reach the palace before anyone could suspect anything. He tapped her leg as gently as he could. Freya mumbled some incoherent words and turned her back to him. “Freya you need to wake up now. It's almost daybreak and I am sure your husband might
Ronan’s POVI shifted on the side feeling a warmth around me. Shrugging it off, I tried to focus on my sleep but the touch appeared again. Fluttering my lashes, I sniffed looking to my side to find a naked Freya illuminated by the moon shining into the room. I groaned inwardly. There was a time when just a show of Freya’s nipple was enough to get me jumping at her. But I can’t even get the excitement of seeing her in her full glory. “My love.” She drawled, inching closer to me. I turned to the lamp stand to check my watch. The time is still far from daybreak. “What is it, Freya?” She furrowed her brows. “Why are you asking? Have you suddenly gone blind? I am naked, Ronan.” Freya sounded angry. “Please, my queen, there is no need for you to raise your voice. I need you to understand me. I had a long day attending to pack duties. I would respond to you on other days, but I am tired right now.” “I don’t care, Ronan. I want you.” She moaned, pulling at my robe. I grabbed a hold of h
Ronan’s POV Even though Timon said there was no need for me to see the body for myself. I didn’t listen. It doesn’t seem right for me to just stand back and not get to see it for myself. Elder Dante was practically mutilated. For a werewolf, it feels like an awful death. It makes me wonder if his wolf had tried to fight off the killer at all. My eyes twitched as I bent down to see the silver blade used to put him to sleep. The handle looks so familiar. The memories came rushing to my head and it felt like I would go blind all of a sudden. Sweat beads formed on my forehead when the faint dreadful feeling settled on me. I can almost feel the effect of the stabs and how much pain I went through.My heart thumped in fear and I staggered to the back still bent over. I remember vividly from the day I was left to die. It is the same tool. My throat went dry all at once. Whoever this killer is, they are quite bold. Is this some kind of message? I got up still feeling shaky as I looked aroun
Author’s POV Callum searched the trousers again and nothing came out. He already knew it wasn’t there, but he hoped by a miracle that it was hidden away in the pocket. He kept cursing loudly realizing the mistake he had made. Throwing the trousers against the wall, he sat down on the edge of the bed staring blankly at the wall. Dante got what was coming for him and killing him in the palace wasn’t the plan. He had thought to carry out the murder by himself to avoid any kind of mistake from his men. Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to ruin all his plans. However, Dante seemed to have caught someone coming after him and he headed to the palace instead. Taking the route that guards are mostly devoid of. He had threatened Callum that he would tell Ronan everything between them. Callum knew letting Dante live would be a big disadvantage to him which was why he took the risk of killing his long-time friend right in the palace. He can only hope the silver blade he used didn’t fall out into
Fiona’s POV Everything felt eerie, almost like something was going wrong in the palace. I woke up startled and unable to get back to sleep. The maids that came into my room seemed hasty to leave and it made me wonder if something bad had really happened. Isla opened the door the minute I got out of bed. “Why do you look sad?” I asked adjusting my heavy butt. She blew a raspberry. “I can’t seem to understand everything happening in the palace. It’s obvious that all of them are trying so hard to jeopardize the Alpha’s reputation.” My heart raced at her words. “What is going on? How is Ronan?” “The Alpha is fine, you don’t have to worry about him. But one of the elders was found dead this morning. To think we were all just still talking about the drama between the king and queen.” I totally forgot about the dead person as my ears perked at the news that aligned with me. “What happened?” “Queen Freya has a habit of slamming the door shut back and forth whenever she is angry at the
Author’s POV Freya stared at Callum’s relaxed face. As soon as they were done having sex he slept off. She traced the line of his nose slowly. As hard as it is for her to admit, she is beginning to like him differently. Despite what her intention was when she first started with him, now it's a different kind of thought. She feels more comfortable around him and has thoughts of him being better than Ronan. Feeling her throat itch, she got down from the bed naked to pour herself a glass of water. Callum stirred, fluttering his lashes to adjust them to the light, he eventually opened it. His eyes landed on Freya’s perfectly shaped body and it brought a smile to his face. “What are you doing?” He asked her. She turned to him with the glass in hand blushing. “I am just here drinking water. You want some?” Callum nodded, sitting up. “Yes, thank you.” Freya poured a glass and went ahead to give him. He received it, pulling at her nipple before drinking. “This tastes so good.” He mused.
Ronan’s POVThe room felt empty and dark despite the small light illuminating it. I can’t seem to get any sleep. My sleep kept being haunted by my aunt and Elder Dante. I will understand why Aunt Celine chose to come after me, but I see no reason why Dante thinks it is right to torment me in my sleep. Dion felt restless too and not even the bright moonlight could make us feel better. I do not like having my thoughts torture me this way. Freya had tried her best to console me, but I already knew what would make me feel better. At the same time, I don’t want to be of bother. But I miss her already, it's been an entire day without her. At the same time, I feel like Freya might be keeping a close eye on me and that would mean a lot of trouble for Fiona. In this part of the world, women are blamed for sleeping with another woman’s man. When in actual truth, I am the one who has been seeking her out. I can’t help but think I might be fooling myself. The treacherous side of me thinks Fion
Ronan’s POV The rest of the night went by so fast I didn’t get much rest out of it. The disagreement I had with Fiona didn’t sit well with me. But my ego wouldn’t let me go to her. I felt grateful to find Timon sprawled out on the chair waiting for me when I entered the study. He chuckled when our eyes met. “Your eyes are swollen again. Can you even remember the last time you had a good sleep?” “I don’t think so,” I muttered, dumping my heavy self into the chair. Timon observed me briefly. “What happened?” “Sometimes I feel like I live a very selfish life. I am always the one coming to you to make complaints about my personal life while also burdening you with the issues of the kingdom. I should do better with the concern I show towards you. Let's not talk about me today and also forget about anything going on in the palace. How are you doing?” His eyes danced in laughter making me wonder what I must have said that seemed funny. “You see this is where you get it wrong. You are n