*FREYA* Deep in my gut I knew Morgana was playing some kind of twisted game with me, I mean why would she blackmail and threatened me not to speak a word to Jet about her plan then goes ahead to tell him but left a few details behind? The scariest part could be the fact that I might be working into a trap if I'm not careful. As I made to leave the room, Jet stood in front of me stopping me from leaving.Even if I tried, I wasn't mad at him for claiming me, I was mad because he only did it out of fear of losing me. He didn't even give me a choice, I opened my mouth to say something to him but it turned into a muffled sound as his mouth covered mine in a kiss that had me melting into him immediately. I wrapped my arms around his waist, moaning into the kiss while he nibble at my lower lips. "I acted without control" He murmured after we pulled apart from the kiss, with Hus forehead pressing against mine, his hand reached up to cup my face. "But I do not regret ever claiming you as min
*FREYA* "Mom?" I repeated but once again no sound could be heard from the other end of the line, for a moment I thought someone was playing a prank on me but then I knew that voice so well and deep down I knew it belong to my mom. What the hell is going on? How did she contact me? The first day I was brought here, I remember trying Jake's phone number but it never went through. I slowly drop the telephone trying to process what just happened.I sat there for a long time still staring at the phone and hoping the caller calls back but no call came through and I was forced to leave. I wondered if I should tell Jet what happened but then I wasn't sure of anything, it could be my mind playing tricks on me. I let out a frustrated groan into my pillow, I glance towards the entrance when the door opened and Jet strode into the room. I hurried over to him, the first thing I checked was his stomach, as Claire assured me earlier, it had healed with no sign of a stab wound. "You were stabbed" I
*FREYA* "Good to see you Emma" His words echo in my head yet again, I couldn't believe Jake was standing in front of me. I never thought about seeing him again especially not this soon, I glance at Claire who doesn't seem to hide the fact that she wasn't pleased to see him. Recalling the incident upstairs I knew something must have happened to Jet so I decided to take a different approach. "How did you get here Jake" I asked staring at him and hoping I would be able to see a glimpse of the man I once knew in him but he looked very different, his expression cold and unreadable. "Does it matter how I got here? The important thing is I'm here to take you home" He stepped closer to me coursing me to fearfully back away from him.I ignored what he said. "What have you done to Jet? I hope you haven't hurt anyone" I pleaded but knowing how much the two men hate each other, there is no way one of them wouldn't get hurt. Since it's Jet in this case, I hope he hadn't hurt him that bad. Unex
*FREYA* Not only did I wake up in an unfamiliar room but my head throbbed and my body ache all over like I had been run over by a truck or something. I moaned adjusting my eyes to the light in the room and wondering how long I was unconscious for, as soon as my senses adjusted to my environment the events that might have led me to this position slammed into me with full force. I recalled Jacob ordering his men to fire at Jet and I also recall feeling every bullet that went through him. I could hear footsteps as well as voices outside and I hurried towards the door to bang on it, something doesn't feel quite right, I turn twirling around to look towards the glass window and I gaped at the image I saw. I was in a yacht on the water going back to only God knows where Jacob planned to take me. I strode back to the door to bang on it repeatedly, the voices stopped abruptly and I couldn't hear anything for a few minutes."I know you are out there and I hear you so open this damn door righ
*FREYA* The next couple of days on the yacht was a disaster for me, Jacob controlled when I have to see my mom and basically much everything else I do, each time I protested or fight back about certain ways I was treated, he would punish my mom instead. I missed Jet with everything in me, I couldn't stop thinking about him and hoping that somehow he had survived the multiple shots, I recalled what the bullets did to Claire and it made me realize it wasn't just any type of bullet. It was something specifically designed to kill werewolves. We arrived on land a few hours ago and currently driving in a car to God knows where, I didn't bother asking where we were headed. I stared out of the car window, my thoughts conflicted with the thoughts of Jet. The realization that I might never see him again caused my chest to tighten in pain, tears rolled down my face and I angrily blinked them away. I promised myself I wasn't going to let Jacob see me cry or weak knowing very well he would just
*FREYA* When we finally break apart from the embrace, she closed the door behind us and then step further into the room, apart from her hair which she had dyed ginger red, she didn't change very much. I sat down at the edge of the bed, staring at her as her gaze roam over my body looking for obvious damage. I only have a couple of bruises on my arms which were of course coursed by Jacob. "I expect you to be in the hospital not in a room" She finally spoke. "I really thought I have lost you forever, I contacted the police but your father had them withdraw the case, I only learned the truth month later from your mother but there was nothing I could do" A tear rolled down her face. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that" "I'm glad I went through this, if Jet hadn't kidnapped me then I will never have found out the kind of man my father was or the man I was marrying to was an illegal scientist who works for my father and one of the dangerous people on earth" I told her which of cours
*FREYA* Abruptly as the bleeding started, it stopped but the pain didn't. Jacob had ordered everyone not to even think of helping me, I was in agony for almost an hour with no help or anything. When the bleeding stopped, I pulled myself up from the floor looking around for something to clean the dry blood on my neck. I went into the bathroom to take another bath, I checked the closet in the room and it contain clothes my size which freaks me out. A maid walked in unannounced to clean the floor while another brought me lunch, my stomach grumbled at the sight of the food reminding me I hadn't eaten in a while. If I was going to escape this nightmare, I need to eat to have enough energy. I still couldn't believe the fact that my cousin would betray me, the only person I actually thought might help me also want me to live this nightmare. My whole life was a mess, not only did I fuck up my own life but I had to drag innocent people into it. Jet pack would never accept or forgive me for w
*FREYA* There was a heavy pause in the room, I stared back at the therapist not believing she just declared me a victim, I searched my brain looking for a suitable response but then I decided it doesn't matter because no matter what I say, my words were going to end up being twisted to the version they already made up their mind on. I rubbed my neck hoping it would somehow ease the pain I was feeling there. She turned towards Katie. "She needs proper counselling, one session isn't going to make her forget everything or be in a better position to marry. I will suggest you let me handle her case" She said as if I wasn't present there. "No session is going to change the way I feel about Jet, he didn't let me leave because he was protecting me against the people I thought I knew. So before you point fingers at him, take a look at my cousin who was my best friend but now planning not to only make my life a living hell but to take what's mine. Not that I have any interest in the so-calle
FREYA I stretched out on the bed the following morning when I woke up, moaning with satisfaction when my bones cracked into place. I rolled on my side, finding the spot empty. After Hunter had communicated with us last night, the atmosphere around the house had gotten better but I was still worried about Jet. Grabbing the bedside robe, I climbed out of bed to check the bathroom but it was empty, causing me to frown a little. Approaching my dressing mirror, I tamed out my brush from the drawers and started to brush my hair. I love brushing my hair, it’s a habit that calms me down whenever I’m done. As a knock sounded on the door, I dropped the brush and smiled. “Come in Hazel.” I called out and a second or so later, she appeared in the room. “Morning milady, did you sleep well?” She inquired, walking over to my closet. “I heard Lady Camille said you will be attending the woman council meeting later in the day, so you need me to get anything ready for you?” “Not really but I’ll nee
FREYA “Stop!” Claire yelled, her voice breaking as Hayley stalked towards me. “Leave them alone, I will come with you.” She declared, her eyes looking unseemly at a particular spot, I followed the direction of her gaze and soon realised why, Hayley had stabbed Hunter with a silver knife, causing him to bleed out. If care is not taken, he will no doubt bleed to death. Pushing all distractions out of my head, I turned inward, searching through the corner of my mind from Jet. I could feel him, which tells me he’s alive but I couldn’t hear him. “Jet?” I whispered into his conscience. “If you can hear me, do not let Sophie breathe no matter what, if she cannot breathe then she cannot think, which means she cannot cast a spell. Someone else is here waiting for a signal from her, I’ll distract her until Sophie stops fighting so you can come back here and help.” I finished, refocusing my attention back to Claire. As much as I wanted to assure Claire, I couldn’t take the risk of Hayley find
FREYA Everyone including the servants came outside to see what was happening, the more I stared at it, the more I shivered from the darkness radiating from it or it may be because I knew who was behind it—Sophie and she’s closer than we think. Hurrying back to the castle, regretting the fact that I had to wake Jet up when he clearly needed to sleep. “Everyone inside at once! It’s safe indoors.” I shouted as they made way for me to pass, whatever that dark cloud was doing up there, can’t be anything good. I arrived at our bedroom a short while later, walking up to Jet and gently shook him awake. “Fae?” He looked at me with confusion, probably wondering why I had woken him. “Have I been asleep for a long time?” “No and I regret waking up but there’s something you need to see.” I gestured towards the window and without any further question, he looked outside the window, a cold, angry expression settling over his face immediately. “I’m going to check this out with Hunter, ensure that
FREYA Several minutes after everyone departed from our bedroom, Jet still held me in his arms, as if to truly convince himself I was truly fine which I totally get. These past few weeks have been filled with anxiety and what if’s, not knowing if I would make it as a vampire or at all. With my face buried in his chest, I soaked up the feeling of being close to me. Every emotion I felt, felt heightened. I felt more connected to Jet than I’ve ever been, while before I could sense his emotions but not feel them the way I do now. The rhythm of his heartbeat matched mine, beating together as one. I could feel his emotions, overwhelmed by his love for me. We sat there in silence, with him just holding me until I moved slightly back to look up at him. Sensing my eyes on him, he looked down at me, his lips curving into a small smile. “One day, you will be able to shift, for now your human side is preventing you probably because its not used to this new feeling. Make no mistake, you do have
FREYA I knew they were all worried about me that night when the living room was filled up, somehow everyone had an excuse to be there. Jet wanted to spend time with me, which isn’t exactly out of character. Hunter wanted to discuss business with him, which they usually do in Jet’s office. Kale wanted to have wine, I actually forgot about his own excuse cause I wasn’t paying attention. I was distracted when Camille strolled in, claiming she wanted to talk about the refugees with Claire and Hazel havors around, pretending to be serving snacks which she has finished serving several minutes ago and is just sticking around like everyone else. Trisha sought my eyes from across the room, a knowing smile on her face. “Well, the moon has been up for about an hour now and nothing has happened yet. I know you’re all worried about Freya, but I think she’s going to be fine.” She informed them. “We know that, it is nice being together like this, we do not spend much time together anymore becaus
FREYA “How?” I asked, my voice filled with surprise as he untied the ribbon around the small box, revealing a large emerald gemstone with white band around it. Somehow, it clicked in my head, making my lips spread in a smile. “This was part of your trip?” “I was watching human mating ceremonies, especially from the place you come from. Generally, there are a lot of different human mating ceremonies, how do you people know which one to stick to?” He inquired, removing the ring from its box and then comparing it side by side with my eyes. “I thought as much, I knew it would make them sparkle.” He remarked, more to himself than me. “Hold on, you’ve been thinking about this for a while now?” I laughed a little, I didn’t even think to go there, I mean seeing that there’s nothing marking the mating ceremony here, thoughts of a wedding never crossed my mind even though I’ve wanted the ceremony more than I wanted to be married. “I think about a lot of things…” his voice turned dangerously
FREYA We sat side by side in silence beside the grave, no words needed to be said, I understood that, and allowed him to brood in silence. My mind drifted to my Mom and I felt my heart tightened in my chest, the thought that I’d never see her again, at times I purposely didn't think of her as I wanted to believe she’s still alive. “I have to accept she’s gone.” I turned to look at him. “My mom I mean, and I can’t do this without saying goodbye.” “What are you suggesting?” He inquired, plucking out a nearby rose and inserting it in my hair. I smiled. “I’m thinking of going back home, outside of the island to say goodbye to my Mom, I never got the chance to see her and when she died, I sort of blamed her for things she has no control over. I understand better now so I want to confront those emotions, after the full moon of course.” I stood up, my eyes glued to the graves. He nodded, exhaling. “That we shall do.” “Not we…” I shook my head, taking hold of his hands in mine and squee
FREYA “Hi…” I whispered playfully, while wrapping my arms around his neck. “Come here,” he lifted me up, pulling me close to his masculine body and I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, to keep myself balanced on him. Once we were in position, he reached behind me to turn off the shower since it was hardly pouring down on any of us. Turning swiftly, he pressed me against the shower wall, his mouth immediately fussing with mine. I kissed him back with the same wanton passion, dragging my nails along the muscle of his shoulders. An action that made him groan against my neck as he started peppering kisses there. His hands gripped my butt, squeezing the plump flesh, sending a jolt of arousal through my body, I jerked in response, letting out a breathless moan that encouraged him to do it again and again, until I felt my wetness dripping out of me. I arched against the wall, giving him more access to my throat, every where he touched felt electrified. Each time I think sex wit
FREYA In order to distract myself from the emotions coursing through me like a wave of hurricane, I channeled my thoughts into writing, so much that I didn’t know the hours had slowly slipped away until Jet came up behind me, brushing my hair away from the back of my neck, I felt his mouth there, making me smile and dropped what I was doing. Turning around, I wrapped my arms around his neck while he straightened, picking me up in the process. “Hi there…” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist. “How was your trip? Your meeting was definitely longer than I anticipated, your meal must be cold.” I informed him, searching his face for any sign of discomfort. He has always been good at masking his emotions, so even now I couldn’t read anything from his neutral expression, except the softness in his eyes when he looked at me. And despite the things we worked out together, I didn’t expect them to start taking effect immediately, old habits take a while to die. Removing one of my hands