Thorne’s P.O.VThe more my eyes lingered on the documents that proved that Freya was indeed the one who had donated the bone marrow to save me, the more anger unfurled in my chest toward Celeste. It was difficult to believe that the woman whom I put on a pedestal, deceived me in this manner. As if that weren’t worse, she had the effrontery to appear before me and ask for something that she never donated. I was boiling. It felt more like she should appear right in front of me so that I could squeeze her into pieces for all her lies, deception, and manipulation that she had spun over the years. How in the world did I ever fall in love with such a selfish woman? How could I have never seen all the red flags? My blood rushed into my veins, my eyes darkening as my pulse quickened and at that fleeting moment, I reached for the documents scattered across the mahogany table, crumpling the papers. When I crumpled those papers, I envisioned Celeste. But that brought no relief to the storm
Celeste’s P.O.VA flame of hope ignited inside of me because of what I had told Quinn and Cole. A smile spread through my face and all that remained was them giving me the feedback concerning the Lycan King’s response. I inhaled a lungful of air and then my mind drifted back to Ryle and anger coursed through me at that moment. It was about time I filed for divorce and left that horrible man who wouldn't even accept our son’s name as Brett because of his selfishness and jealousy. “I should probably be divorced before the Lycan King takes Freya away. When Thorne finds out that she won't be coming back anymore, he will become depressed and overwhelmed with taking care of the quadruplets”“And that is where I would come in by offering him emotional support, and he falls back in love with me again and then, we live happily ever after” I muttered to myself.I was about to reach for my phone to call the lawyer when I received a call that sent me into confusion for a second. I was conflict
Freya’s P.O.VAnxiety crawled at the back of my neck because I would be meeting Enzo today like Thorne had promised. It has been a long time since I have laid eyes on him, which contributed to the reason I was eager to see him. Did he still look the same?I had told the quadruplets about their new uncle, even though they wouldn't stop asking about the late Alexandro despite everything that he had done. Maybe it was because of the bond that he built with the kids— The same bond that he had ruined. Anyway, the kids were excited to meet Enzo. My mind soon drifted back to Quinn and Cole. Since they came with their nonsense, I haven't been able to sleep, and midnight calls with Thorne were the things that made me sane. Although, he would always ask if there was something that I wanted to tell him. It was more like he expected me to tell him something, and it made me wonder if there was a high chance that he knew that I had met with Quinn and Cole. Of course, I wanted to tell him, but
Thorne’s P.O.VThe more I tried to forget about it, the more my mind couldn't stop replaying the argument that had happened between us. I had to leave before it escalated into something heated. I didn't know what to think. Not only that, but I had no idea what could be going through her mind, and it was driving me crazy so bad that I was lost in my thoughts. An influx of questions flooded through my mind. Why would she hide something like that from me? Does she secretly hate me? I mean, that was absurd, why would she hate me?But no matter how much I tried to process things, I couldn't understand why she would hide something like that away from me. She said she wanted to handle things herself and I hated to admit it but everything that she has handled on her own, always ended up in a disaster. Maybe not every time but most of the time. Sadie startled me out of my thoughts, laughing awkwardly. “How did we go from having fun to the air around us being spooky? Did you two get into a
Celeste’s P.O.V My heart scudded hard because of the intense emotions that crashed over me. I was losing my mind. I felt helpless and as much as I wanted to follow Freya and the quadruplets, the fear of Thorne getting rid of me held me back. If he had given the instruction for me to be killed, then it was going to happen because he wasn’t the type to change his mind so easily. But, that wasn’t even what bothered me right now, what bothered me was why in the world has Quin and Cole not gotten back to me yet. It has been two weeks since they promised to give me feedback from the Lycan King. Yet, so much had happened between that time frame. Ryle had left. Not like we had divorced. He had given me space for a while pending the time I got my shit back together. I paced back and forth, raking my hair while wondering why Quinn and Cole hadn’t gotten back to me yet. What was going on? Could chances be that they didn’t trust me or could they have forgotten that I had requested a me
Celeste Thorne might have put in protective measures to stop me from following Freya and the quadruplets but that doesn't mean that I would put a halt to my plan. “Alpha Nigel” The name rolled off my tongue as I stood on the pathway that led to the gigantic packhouse surrounded with golden lights and the trees that seemed to stretch endlessly. Mist covered the whole place and at that moment, my mind drifted to how I had pleaded with my father to please set up an appointment with Alpha Nigel. He knew Alpha Nigel but at the same time, he didn't want me to have anything to do with him. Although I had lied to him that the reason I wanted to meet Alpha Nigel was because of a business idea that could benefit both packs, he blatantly refused. It took a whole lot of pleas, and disturbance before he helped me in setting up an appointment with him. The phone was pressed to my ears as my dad’s voice filled my ear. “The reason I listened to your plea is because you said it would benefit the
Freya’s P.O.VI should have known that Thorne didn’t only want me at his house here because he wanted to spend time with me and the children, I should have known that it meant more than this. Thorne was a bibliophile and I would never be able to process how someone could be crazy about books. And he would never stop until we all fell in love with reading books. The quadruplets hadn’t caught a break since we arrived here. He was always excited to read children's books to them, and they seemed to be loving it. —I was a contrast with Thorne. I never read the quadruplets bedtime stories. It seemed too much of a hassle for me. I was convinced that only a goodnight kiss was enough for them but with what Thorne has been doing, it has proven that I was wrong. As if that weren’t enough, he was a pretty good artist. I had never felt untalented my whole life. I could hear the birds chirping away in the distance, the blend of floral scents filling the air as I sat on the bench in the garden
Thorne’s P.O.V Was this the beginning of our happy ending? I wished that it was but with Reginald and his coven of witches lurking behind the shadows, our happy ending was far from reality. He had been silent since I had rescued my men. But one thing I have learned over the years was that silence was dangerous and concerning a man who had the belief that I had killed his cousin, I needed to be careful— Extremely careful. Only the moon goddess knew what was coming up next or what he was planning. Irrespective of what it was, I was prepared. On the other hand, the Lycan King had launched a war against me, and he had one goal in mind—To wipe me off the surface of the earth. Maybe I should have never released Quinn and Cole since he cared about them more than he cared about his daughter. I should have killed them when I had the chance. But Freya held me back from doing certain things. However, it didn’t matter anymore. The Lycan King was the one who started the war,
NigelCeleste’s eyes were cold, soulless, and empty so bad that it sent a shiver skating down my spine. I had always thought that my soul was corrupted behind redemption but looking into her eyes, I knew that I was nowhere near her level of ruin. Even though she looked me in the eye, she had erased me. The anger that flared within my chest sent pain radiating through my body, and it took a lot of restraining not to strangle her to death. This woman wasn’t broken yet. She was far from that. She hasn’t reached the level of despair I wanted for her. Despite all my attempts to crush and break her, she was still standing. Frustration needled at me and a scoff escaped me as I straightened and folded my hands behind me. “You are a piece of shit, Celeste…” I muttered through gritted teeth. She blinked her eyes rapidly, opening her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I watched as she squeezed her eyes shut, sucked in a deep breath and as soon as her eyes fluttered open, I knew that she
Celeste’s P.O.VPanic bled through my veins when the reality of the situation that I was in dawned on me. Not Nigel. Not this beast for crying out loud. A scream ripped from my throat. “Help. Somebody help me. Help!” I pounded my fist on the car’s window, tears streaming down my face. The car made a U-turn, heading towards Nigel’s pack. There was no way that this was happening. This had to be a nightmare but if it was, why wasn't I waking up from it? However, before I could let out another cry, something hard wrapped around my neck, pulling me back to the chair as it restricted my air inflow. Was it a belt? A rope or what?I clawed at the rough material that tightened around my neck, tears welling in my eyes as I struggled to set myself free. “If you don't want to die, you had better keep that mouth shut, or you can scream as long as you want, no one is ever going to hear you” The man behind me whispered, his breath fanning against my ear as hot tears cascaded down my cheeks. Des
Celeste’s P.O.VI ran as fast as my legs could carry, running like my life depended on it because the actual truth was that it did. Nigel didn't notice when I slipped out of the party and most importantly, he didn't notice that Camilla was the one standing next to him. He had even taken a picture with her. That fool. I tried so hard to not attract any unwarranted attention and did everything in my power to follow the map that Camilla had given to me. But, those damned dogs were quick to startle me with that harsh barking sound that made me shudder in fear. However, revealing my fangs to them made them cower back instantly. I had been messed with enough. The last thing that I would tolerate was the pack’s dogs. I didn't know how long I had been running but all I knew was that with every distance covered, the sound of music from the pack house faded. So, I had to be miles away from the packhouse. A twig snapped underneath my foot and I crumbled to the ground filled with dried leave
Freya’s P.O.VI could see the hesitation in his eyes as he pulled back and at that moment, the chances that he would leave me and go answer to Enzo felt high. Despite the stakes being high, the last thing that I would allow him to do was leave. My body craved him. My soul yearned for him and until the heat that surged within my stomach dissipated, no one was leaving. I watched as he stared at the door where another knock sounded. “I saw you enter this place. Can we at least talk?” Enzo said. “It is very important and…” His words faded in the background. Anger made my blood run cold despite the desire that bloomed within me, and when I noticed the way Thorne’s eyes darkened, it made me confused for a second. Was he reacting this way because Enzo interrupted us or did something happen between the two? Thorne’s hands left my waist, my heart sinking in my stomach when the reality dawned on me that he was going to leave. And the craziest thing, because of Enzo. “You are not leaving,
ThorneGrunting, I swung my fist at Asher’s face, causing his head to whip to the side as he spurted out the blood that pooled in his mouth and let out a groan. “Argh”Asher had cried, pleaded for his life, and most importantly, asked to know what he had done wrong. But the fact that he had betrayed me, and jeopardized my family’s safety by joining hands with Reginald caused this storm of fury to brew inside of me. And the storm wouldn't stop until I had taken out my anger on him. How dare he?Asher burst into tears while I took a step back, wiping off the blood crusted against my knuckles with the wet towel. I cast another glance at him—His left eye was swollen shut, blood streamed down his split lips and his face was bruised. He was beyond recognizable— We had been going at this for an hour so this was expected. Asher almost crumbled but before he could hit the floor, I signaled to the guards to force him back on the chair. Sucking in a deep breath in a bid to steel my breathin
Thorne’s P.O.VThe door to the study room creaked open, and Enzo strode in. “This is where you have been hiding? Do you have any idea how long I have been looking for you? And, why the hell have you been blocking the mind link?” I shifted my eyes away from him, fixing it on the book while flipping a page. “Because I didn't want you to find me, and you did…”He scoffed, sitting across from me while dropping the file on the desk. “Anyway, this is about the helicopter you asked me to look into”Without raising my head, I said. “And what about it?”“Turns out that Reginald owns it…”As soon as he mentioned that name, my pulse quickened and the book slipped from my hand to the table as I focused my attention on him. “The same Reginald?” Anger slowly seeped through my veins. Enzo crossed his legs. “Yes…”My blood ran cold when it hit me that I had underestimated Reginald. For him to have a customized helicopter meant that he was very wealthy, and he was controlling a pack that seemed to f
Freya’s P.O.VWas it just me, or why did it feel like something bad happened that night?I couldn’t shake that odd feeling that a lot of things went wrong that night. And right now, I didn't know if I was just overthinking things or being paranoid. Thorne and Enzo had carefully assessed the footage, checking every corner and area around the racetrack, but they had found nothing. Not even a shadow. My attempt to remember how I had collapsed in the garage failed. I wanted to settle with the fact that Enzo and Thorne’s suspiciousness was the reason I was on the very edge. But deep inside of me, it felt like I was missing some important information regarding that night. It felt like a part of my memories was wiped out and no matter how much I tried to remember, it only left me with splitting headaches that lasted for hours or worse, the whole day. Done with subjecting myself to torture headaches that felt like something was being hammered against my head, I gave up on trying to recall
Thorne’s P.O.VAn amused smile crossed my face as my gaze lingered on the pictures that Freya had sent me. She was beautiful—Probably, the most attractive woman I had ever set eyes on.However, the smile on my face faltered when I spotted Enzo standing next to her, grinning widely. He was the reason she had no personal picture. Every picture that she had sent, he was always in it! Instead of dwelling on it, I cropped Enzo out of the picture and shifted my gaze to the chauffeur. “How much longer?”He responded, his eyes meeting mine briefly through the rearview mirror. “Ten minutes. We would have gotten there earlier if there wasn't a lot of traffic”I nodded, leaning back against the leather seat. I intended to pull a surprise on Freya since she was still at the track with Enzo. Furthermore, I wanted to come with her but since Enzo took a break, most of the work was piled on my shoulder. And on the other hand, the war with the Lycan King seemed to have taken a dark turn. Something a
Freya’s P.O.VTo get rid of that grotesque image of Bellona that was stuck in my head, I followed Enzo to a car racing game. Thorne was occupied with a lot of work and had promised to accompany me some other time. Racing with Enzo relieved me of stress and gave me just the perfect rush of adrenaline that I needed, even though his car was always the one to cross the finish line. It didn't matter that I had lost the game, what mattered was the relief that it brought me. And hopefully, I would stop seeing the haunting image of Bellona in my dreams. I leaned against the wall, sending Thorne the pictures that Enzo and I had taken. Enzo came out of the car and, like always, he had won against another opponent. Removing his helmet, he raked his hands through his hair and walked towards me. I shoved my phone into my pocket, pushing away from the wall as he now stood before me. He beamed with a smile, but the uneasiness in his eyes made me decipher that he was about to make another reques