Dear Readers! I understand if I might have upset some of you because I didn't put a trigger warning, I didn't want to spoil it either. If you find it triggering, I apologized and also, I tried not to go deep into the subject since it's sensitive and I don't know much about it. (I did research but then... I might not get some right) Because i didn't even know what I was searching for... Lol. Happy reading, sending hugs and love!
*FREYA* The following day, I was still crawled up in bed with no desire to move talk more of getting up, food was out of the question as I didn't have any appetite. I longed for those early weeks experience that happened to me before I found out I was pregnant, and anyways beggars can't be choosers. Hunter and Kale made sure to check on me every now and then, if my calculations were right then Jet should be here by noon or in the evening. I was torn between wanting to see him and not wanting to see him because I knew seeing him will make everything hurt more, I had imagined our child would look exactly like him. And if it was a girl, I wanted her to have his eyes and that beautiful jet black hair. It was hard being in my own world especially with the going and coming happening every minute, I'm convinced they were doing it on purpose, trying to distract me from what was happening so even though my mind was somewhere far away, I was pulled back to reality every now and then. "At l
*FREYA* The silence in the room was so heavy since she stepped in few minutes ago. I thought she was here for Jet, until he excused himself, giving us the privacy we needed. The last thing I wanted to do was talk to her and yet I was curious to know what she wanted to say. I moved until I was seated at the edge of the bed. "Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked politely as my eyes settled on the flowers she was holding, how did she know sunflowers were my absolute favourite? "There is no need to pretend Luna" She begins extending the flowers towards me. "You have never been someone who hide their feelings" Did she just give me a compliment?"I'm not pretending" I replied, reluctantly taking the flowers from her. For all I know, Morgana might be the one who sent her. "Thank you, I was not certain you will take it from me. I asked Alpha and he told me you love this type of flowers. Consider it a peace offering, to apologize and hope you would find it in your heart to forgi
*FREYA* I'm not heartless or anything, I thought as I mindedly made my way back to our bedroom after my conversation with Hunter. I still felt nothing, after finding out that the man who fathered me only has few hours left to live. If there was anything I feel, it was curiosity. How did he end up like that? Who did that to him? Of course, the first people my mind wandered off to was the councils.Jet and Hunter believe he knows something and wasn't planning on keeping his mouth shut, which might have led him to his current condition. This only raise a few questions like why didn't they kill him? Probably they feel there was no use killing him when he can't talk and has only few hours left. So they dumped him at the border where they knew we would find him. They wanted me to see him. Was that his last wish? I scoffed as soon as the thought occurred to me. Pushing the thoughts of Grayson aside, since I want nothing to do with him. I reached for the handle but was stopped by Claire, who
*FREYA* The search for Morgana after Jet passed the decoration has caused quite a stir in the midst of the pack, while some have doubts that Morgana couldn't possibly be responsible for Claire's condition, majority of the others believed she had something to do with it, after all she betrayed the pack, which lead her to be banished. The warriors and Patrol team are usually in charge of this case but we've received several volunteers who want to join the search party. "Nothing can be done to shut the ongoing topic from reaching Claire's ears? She asked me last night who Dane Grayson was. I hate lying to her, if she finds out we are not completely being honest with her, we might lose her" I pointed out, walking into Jet's study. It was mid-noon and they were still occupied with the search for Morgana. I hate to be her right now. Jet glanced up at the sound of my voice, an invisible smile appeared on his face as I lean towards him to drop a quick kiss on his cheek. We hardly spend tim
*FREYA* Jet was saying something but I couldn't hear a word he was saying, my mind was far away even though I tried to assure myself that there was nothing to panic about. The last time Sophie was involved in my case, I went through hell, I mean literally. Did Morgana really think if she kills me, she will be able to get with Jet? Perhaps this was a case of, if I can't have him then no one will. Feeling more like I can stand on my feet without collapsing, I stood up and walked out of Jet's office without another word. If it was something physical, I could count on him to protect me but we are talking about a witch attack, it's more of a spiritual and mental battle. How am I supposed to protect myself when I have no idea what Morgana and Sophie are up to? "I have mind linked Kale to stop the search, finding her will be impossible since she is being protected by Sophie or the councils in general" I didn't realize he was behind me until he said that and I spun around to look at him, t
*FREYA*As Jet made his way towards me, I was thinking of a way to see Ethan in the dungeon and get him out without Jet knowing or the guards getting suspicious, As of right now he's the only one who can drag Morgana out of whatever hole she's currently hiding in. I wouldn't be able to do it alone, I need someone to help me but who? I felt Hazel brushed past me just before Jet stopped in front of me. Not wanting to give him any indication that I was planning something, I took a step closer to him. "I knew she has something to do with it" I told him. "And I never doubted you" His hands came to rest on my shoulders. "Trust me on this Freya, I will handle it. I have sent three of my guards to bring the doctor to me, one way or the other, I will find Morgana and when I do, I will bring her to your feet, and however you want to punish or torture her, you can do it to your heart content" He assured me, embracing me. As my body melted against him, I close myself, hating myself for the fac
*FREYA* I finished eating about twenty minutes after I dismissed Kale and Camile, which by the way I was grateful for their help cause, there's no way I would have pulled the plan together without their help. Phase one of the plan was in motion and I'm not backing down. Hazel came back to clear the dishes and I went into the bathroom to brush, trim, take a shower and then took one of the minty fresh sweets in my nightstand drawer, to erase the toothpaste taste out of my mouth. Humming softly, I stepped into my walk-in closet looking for a sexy underwear, if I recall correctly, I don't remember owning any because I didn't shop for most of my clothes.The few times I went shopping with Claire was out of boredom and I only purchased a few gowns. My eyes went slightly wide with surprise, I wondered how I was able to bag a man like Jet without any sexy undies! He must think I'm boring! I probably bore him in the boredom and it's only the mating bond still keeping him to me. Once this tho
*FREYA*Jet has always been the one out of the two of us to take long showers and today was no exception. I stood in front of the mirror, admiring how sexy I looked in the lingerie while absently listening to the running water from the shower that could be heard from the bathroom. Usually, I didn’t mind him taking this long because I understood perfectly that someone who works as much as he does, obviously needs those long baths. I’m a little impatient and I blamed my excitement for it. I glanced towards the bathroom once I noticed the shower had stopped running, I moved closer to the bed, trying to find a sexy pose but I trip over myself in the process and burst out laughing. God! I looked so pathetic, I didn’t have the time to compose myself when the door opened and Jet walked out, adjusting the towel around his waist. He looked at me briefly before his gaze roamed down my body. My face feels like it was lit on fire from how hard I was blushing, his gaze seems to awaken my body as
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