*FREYA* I stumbled into Jet's arms as he carried me and then placed me on the bar stool, I stared at him wondering what he was up to, I got my answer few minutes later after he finished pouring another glass of wine before handing it to me. Was he trying to get me drunker? Not caring anyway, I accepted it and drank it all at once."How are you feeling?" He murmured, his gaze searching my face as his hand moved to the back of my head pulling me slightly closer to him. My body hummed in response and I leaned forward to kiss him, to my surprise he pulled away.I realized he had asked me a question. "Like I want to lie down?" I pouted while trying to get off the stool, my whole body felt so heavy all of a sudden. "Do not move" He ordered as he backed away from me, I opened my mouth to tell him I couldn't even if I wanted to but immediately I saw him unbuttoning his shirt, the words died down my throat. My whole body heat up and I giggled reaching for the bottle of wine in an attempt to
*FREYA* The past few days have been really cold, not just because Jet and I have been pretty distant from one another lately, it has been three days since I last set my eyes on him, could be the fact that he was busy with a rescue mission. At least that is what I've been telling myself.I sat down by the balcony of my room out looking over the garden while gazing at the new month's latest fashion magazine, I had forgotten all about the beautiful sight over by my balcony until Hazel had mentioned it this morning since I had nothing doing I might as well be here and think about Jet all day just like I have been doing."I suspected I might find you here" Claire's voice had me turning in her direction as she strode in. She slumps across the swing-like chair facing me. "It is a beautiful sight indeed" She sighed looking out to the garden."I know right? Whosoever planted the garden knew what they were doing" I remarked before going back to what I was doing, turning and commenting on ever
*FREYA* I barely paid attention to Claire as she came to stand beside me by the stairs balcony, all my attention was focused on the shifters testing out weapons and talking among themselves, I couldn't hear what they were saying but I knew what it was about. Jet had told me they would be leaving tonight for the Camille mission rescue and I was filled with worry.Jet also promised me that we would talk once he got back, I just hope this girl they are all risking their lives for was worth it because if she is anything like Morgana then we will no doubt have a problem, we can't simply have two Morganas around. The first one was just highly tolerable."Will Hunter be joining them?" I asked noticing he wasn't going through the weapons like the rest but was instructing them on something. I finally glance in her direction, if she was worried or as scared as I was it doesn't show. I guess it was another peak of being a werewolf, the ability to hide emotions. I wasn't sure if that was true bu
*FREYA* During Jet's absence, I decided to keep a journal to help me stay insane after Morgana's hunting departing words. I knew she probably said that to rattle me and it worked! No matter how much I try to stop thinking about it, I can't. While praying for everyone's safety, I was also praying that whatever Morgana plans on doing never comes to pass.I glance up from what I was doing as Claire stepped into my room, if she had knocked I didn't hear it since I was completely lost in my own world. "Fancy seeing you this morning" I teased adjusting my position on the bed so she could seat beside me."It has been two days since Jet left, you have not stepped out of your room," She said instead ignoring my statement. I looked away a bit guilty. "Are you still furious with us?" "No" I responded quickly. "It's not you guys" I let out a frustrated breath not knowing how to explain my absence to her. "I have been doing some writing!" I informed her cheerfully as I dropped the journal on my l
*FREYA* I would have stood there still staring dumbly at them if Hunter hadn't made us hurriedly leave the forest because according to him, Duncan and his pack of rogues will keep coming back until they get the job done. No words were spoken among us as we ride home, my head was twirling with a lot of questions that don't even make sense but one thing was for sure, Hunter probably missed his calculation cause there is no way none of that is true."I need to have a word with the new head of the security guard at the pack borders, we do not want the rogues taking their attack back into the pack" He informed us as we reached the stables, I noticed how stressed he looked. I mean who wouldn't? The same man who is responsible for several assassinations is out to get you."You should go, I shall keep Freya accompany" Claire answered probably forgetting that I was there listening to the conversations, they both kissed goodbyes before Hunter left. She veered around to give me a smile I didn't
*FREYA* *Dane Grayson* The name echoed in my mind once more, Claire was right about one thing. The fact that I don't know who this Dane Grayson of a man is and I don't really wish to know, there is no way that is even possible cause my Dad's real name is Gary Dane. Just because they have one similar name doesn't mean a thing.I winced a little as Hazel help me bandage up the wound on my shoulder, Hunter had insisted that if I don't want him calling the doctor then I should have first aid applied to it so it doesn't get infected. I couldn't win that argument. "So apart from tightening the securities at the pack, what other ideas do you have to keep Duncan away?" I asked Hunter curiously just to get my mind off the wound on my shoulder, it didn't hurt that much before but now it was throbbing badly because it's getting cleaned up."I have sent out patrols" He answered simply with a smile on his face. "Duncan can not take all the men I sent out on patrols even with the help of his rogu
*FREYA* After Aliza's burial, I went back to my room where I spent the whole day crawled up in bed and blaming myself for what happened to the poor woman, I was so desperate not to let Morgana steal Jet away from me which is silly if you come to think of it, he already assured me that whatever he had with her was in the past. I let her get to me and it's affecting me pretty badly, I rolled out of bed to pick up my journal so I could continue writing in it.I knew it was better for me to come clean already because it was only a matter of time before someone finds out that Aliza's hideout was found because of me. My heart skipped a beat when someone knocked on the door, I paused as it unlocked a second later and Claire stroll in with a smile on her face. I was already fearing the worse."I was thinking we should take on Lady Caroline's invitation to her party, trust me she will be pleased we gave her invitation a second thought" She suggested walking deeper into the room. I glance at m
*FREYA* "Morgana and the team I lead are back at the castle, we should leave. Kale will be back by tomorrow and if he is not, I shall send a search party" Jet explained pulling me against his side, at least I'm thankful nothing happened between him and Morgana but I couldn't help but think what if something had happened? It would explain why I think something weird is going on and that could be the mate bond trying to warn me or something.Anyways I don't know how stuff like this works and I have no reasons to doubt him yet, I'm just happy he's back home unharmed with me. I wrapped a hand around his waist moving closer to his body, I froze when I notice how lean he has become. Jet was lean in a muscular way before he left, again I reminded myself he was coming back from a battlefield and not a vacation."Lady Caroline will keep wondering why we never stay until the end of her parties" Claire joked as we woke out of the house with Aiden and the other bodyguard whose name I forgot trai
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