*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* The guards came to clear the bodies while the maids get the room clean, since they were obviously still terrified, Claire suggested that the room should be locked for a few days and I immediately agreed. Once Hunter was done instructing the guards on what to do, he joined Claire and me on the stair balcony where we stood waiting for him."I'm afraid, I cannot take you to the shifter's place" He held up a finger as I was about to protest. "It is very hard to find them, we cannot find them unless they want to be found. My guess is they have a witch working for them but if whatever you want to discuss with them is important, I shall send the messenger" He explained, seeing that was the only option we have, I nodded my head in agreement."In the meantime, I'll try and see if I can get through to Jet" I turned to leave but Claire immediately reached out and grabbed my arm."No, you are not seeing him alone!" She disagreed. "The last time something like this happened he almost dran
*FREYA* I stood there for several minutes having no idea what to say to either of them, what was I supposed to say or even do? I was too stunned to react so quietly, I let go of the door and walked out of the room. My mind was clouded with several emotions at once as I made my way back to my room, too lost in thought I wasn't aware of Jet following me slowly behind until I was about to close the door.I left the door wide open for him to come in, I took out my journal hoping it will help me figure out my emotions or make me feel better. Nothing make sense these past few days and after witnessing Jet and Morgana missing, that was enough to tell me things were so much worse than I thought."Say something" I heard him say behind me."What do you want me to say? That I should be worried about the same person you told me not to worry about? This isn't about us anymore Jet, I'm not going to dwell on anything between us until you tell me what happened to you, where the Shifters and Kale are
*FREYA* I dropped the weapon I was holding as I approached the bed where Jet's clone was laying down, I don't even know the name of the weapon or what to do with it but Claire had assured me I would figure it out when I want to use it. This person basically shares the same face as my mate even though their features as slightly different if you look closely, I couldn't find it in my heart to hurt him.The poor guy might not even have had a say in all of this, I dropped down beside him on the bed watching him sleep peacefully, again I marvel at how it was possible to create a clone, I got to admit, whoever that mad scientist is, is pretty clever. As if noticing someone was watching him, he blinked slowly awake flinching away from me and then he went still as a painful groan escape his throat."Easy, I'm not going to hurt you," I told him, reaching out to help him adjust comfortably on the bed, seeing that he had no choice but to accept my help, he relaxed."The weapon you are holding a
*FREYA* The crazy idea was to sneak into their midsts while dressed like one of the few maids going on the journey with them to help with food, battle wounds and stuff incase some of the men were too badly injured to heal on their own. But it didn't take long for them to sniff me out and I was scolded by Hunter as I returned to the castle with a heavy heart.It wasn't until later that I realized it was probably for the best, the councils want me too and going with them will be like playing right into their hands, I have watched it in too many movies, the bad guys always blackmail the good guys with someone they care about to get there ways and I don't want to end up being a pawn in a game of life and death.I stared out of the window as I write into my journal, it feels like forever since I have last seen Jet and I missed him so much I arched. I spun around a little startled as I heard the door open behind me, I relax when I saw it was Claire. She smiled apologetically at me realizin
*FREYA* Morning came and we keep anticipating when Duncan and his pack of rogues would attack but none came, just to be on the safe side, we have men positioned everywhere in the pack, even the Shifter's guards joined the guards, there was still a little bit of hostile between the Shifters and the werewolves but since safety comes first, they had set aside their differences and decided to work together, I loved that.I couldn't get a wink of sleep last night and I have been up since the early hours of the morning, I was tired, stressed and worn out. After freshening up, I changed into a new dress before joining in that dining room, her face lit up with a smile as soon as she saw me step in. Returning the smile, I flopped down unto the closet seat to her."Any news about Duncan?" I'm starting to think it was a false alarm, you know? To get us worked up? Because that same night the Shifters were attacked a nearby pack was also attacked but they weren't as lucky as the Shifters were, pr
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