Freya's POVKingsley, seething with anger, attempted to lunge forward to take Grace's life, but I intervened and stopped him."I fail to fathom why you must implicate so many innocents when the issue is plainly between us."I leaned forward onto my knees, feeling a little unstable on my feet after the physical exertion."I have nothing to explain. Just kill me," Grace said coldly.However, at that momen
Kingsley's POVThree years later."Kingsley, these two totes contain bedding and pillows for our kids in kindergarten. I've labeled their names on the outside of the bags with a grease pencil. When you take them to kindergarten, please inform their teacher to ensure they don't get mixed up," Freya said, going through the luggage she had packed a few days earlier."This is the kindergarten uniform issued," she added.I nodded in agreement, "Don't worry, it's a small matter, no problem.
Freya's POVMy phone suddenly vibrated; it was a text message from my friend Novia Motley: "Freya, Tracy's fan meeting at the Times Mall caused a stampede today. Didn't you tweet an hour ago that you were at the mall? I mean, are you okay?"I pursed my lips, my right hand being infused, so I had to use my left hand to type a difficult reply: "Yeah, but don't worry. Just a small injury, no big deal."The message had hardly been sent when I received a call from Novia."Which hospital are you in? I'm coming to see you now." Novia's nervous voice immediately rang out of the phone."Athana National Hospital." The thought of her anxious face on the other end made me feel a little relieved and I smiled bitterly. "Hold on, I'll be right there," she assured me before she hung up the phone. As I had strolled through the mall earlier today, my only intention was to purchase a new outfit. Little did I know that I would stumble upon the fan meeting of the famous star, Tracy. The frenzied crowd
Freya's POVI spoke with an unsettling calmness as if discussing an inconsequential matter such as a meal. But as soon as my words reached Kingsley's ears, his body stiffened, and I could clearly see the desire in his eyes dissipated instantly. "Is that what you're after?" he retorted coldly, searching my face for a reaction in the dim moonlight filtering through the window."I'm simply on a mission to produce a child," I replied in a monotone voice, with a subtle sadness."Are you using this way to secure your own future?" Kingsley asked, standing up from the bed and slowly putting on his clothes.Silence filled the room as I seemed to shrink before Kingsley's eyes. He looked so angry and confused, like my words had cut him deeply. "We've been mated for three years and have yet to conceive. I'm anxious about the possibility of you having a child with another woman," I said, my voice cracking with emotion as I thought of Tracy's pregnancy-test report.Kingsley frowned deeply. "It
Freya's POVKingsley was silent for what seemed like an eternity before taking the phone. His voice was cold and husky, like that of someone who had just woken up from a deep slumber. "What do you want?" he asked in a natural tone as if it wasn't him who asked Sarah to make the call.For a moment, I thought I had guessed wrong. I took a deep breath before speaking. "In a few days, I'll write a list of where you keep your clothes and send it to you. I hope you won't bother me with these boring things in the future.""Boring?" Kingsley sneered, his voice filled with suppressed anger. "Isn't that your favorite thing to do, Freya? Caring even what underwear I wear all day, isn't that what your life is all about?"I had to admit that it was totally an awful conversation.There was silence on the phone, and nobody said anything for a while. Then I spoke up again after a while. "I've lost interest in that kind of thing. I don't care anymore. You reject me, and then we can both be happy."
Kingsley's POVI couldn't believe that Freya really dared to leave me. I had to admit that when I first saw the note left by my Luna Freya, I almost lost control. A feeling of being betrayed filled me. How dare she rejected me without my permission! I was her Alpha!I went down the stairs and asked Sarah to call Luna.She looked stunned as if she couldn't believe I was trying to find an excuse to let Luna come back. I couldn't believe it too! "What am I doing right now?" I thought, as my wolf was beginning to feel irritable and was exuding a chilly aura.I didn't understand. If Freya wanted to secure her own future, why did she come to seek my love? I meant... It was clearly a better and easier way."Excuse me, sir, but is it still the same tie?" she asked carefully. I scanned the room with a cold expression, and half of the checkroom was now filled with Freya's clothes. I coldly pulled the corner of my mouth and replied, "Just the one she said just now."As soon as the words lef
Freya's POVI drove off in a fit of anger, my mind consumed with Kingsley's smug expression. I felt furious, as though he believed I was only playing games with him to gain something.To him, it seemed like everything in the world had a price, even if it was hidden in the darkness. If someone claimed that money couldn't buy everything, Kingsley would merely scoff and say that the sum offered wasn't enough.Therefore, once something happened between us when we got along, he was always calculating how much it would take to keep me happy. But this time, I was determined not to compromise. I swore to myself that I wouldn't let him get the better of me again.Just as I made my vow, my phone rang."Hello?" I said, my voice sharp."My dear daughter, what's wrong?" My father's voice sounded cheerful on the other end of the line."What do you want?" I asked, unable to hide the irritation in my tone."I found some high-quality caviar that your mother-in-law enjoys. Come and pick it up, and reme
Freya's POV"You already have so much branded stuff. What's the point of having a new one?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes."That's just not possible," she replied. "They are all old and outmoded. Everyone else has the latest fashion item. I'll be laughed at if I go out with the old stuff. Please lend me your bag for a while, dear sister." Bianca spun her words around and gave me a smile. "Of course, dear Bianca. Your new job demands a certain image, and that old stuff just won't cut it. Besides, it's about time you upgraded," my father then turned to me and said, "You can ask your husband for a new one. He's wealthy, and he won't hesitate to buy you a new one."Theo looked at me, then set down his utensils and gave me a serious look. "You're just an intern. Why do you need an expensive bag?" I couldn't help but glance at Bianca and say. Had I come here just to be his errand person? And now, they wanted my bag, too?"We're family, what's wrong with lending your sister your bag? I