Freya A cloud of darkness settled over my head, heavy and suffocating while I remained seated on the bare ground, pulling my knees to my chest as my mind replayed the argument that I had with Thorne. No matter how much I tried to wrap my head around things, I just couldn’t understand why the moon goddess would mate me with Thorne. Why would she put me in this dangerous situation? I was too numb to speak as I stared into space and rubbed my hands on my stomach instinctively. I hated the thoughts that coursed through my mind, the thoughts that wanted to stop me from getting attached to this pregnancy. The thoughts that these precious babies of mine might end up being stillborns just like the others were. Heaving an exasperated sigh as I gathered the strength to get to my feet, I was soon taken aback when soft delicate fingers wrapped around my shoulders, the scent of fresh jasmine wafting through my nostrils. I almost flinched but on glancing up to see who it was, Celest
Freya’s P.O.V Curled in a fetal position on the bed while my mind replayed all the events with Thorne and Celeste that happened this week, my heart almost leaped into my throat when a knock sounded on the door. My eyes flew open instantly as I sat upright, confusion swirling through my mind because the maid that was assigned to me signed off for her duties for today so who could be at the door? Celeste? Or Thorne! My heart slammed against my ribcage as fear slowly gripped my soul while I jumped off the bed, steeling myself for whatever was coming next. With every tiny step that I took towards the door, my heart kept pounding against my chest. “Who…who…is that” My words came out as stutters while I gripped my gown anxiously. “Can you please open the door? I would like to have a word with you” That voice. It didn't sound like that of Thorne’s. Swallowing the heavy lump that formed in my throat, my eyes closed briefly as I took in a deep breath and pulled the door ope
Celeste’s P.O.V Curling my legs by my side, I sipped my wine, staring intently at the women who were lined in two rows, standing half-naked. Rolling my eyes to the back, my mind couldn’t help but keep wandering about what had happened between Thorne and me. He yelled at me for the first time. He did that because of that good-for-nothing breeder. I exchanged fleeting glances with the head servant, pointing. “The blonde and the brunette” My voice was cold and icy. The head servant lowered her head. “I would make sure they get dressed and begin to work for you. I will teach them what they have to do” I rolled my eyes, forcing out a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “They wouldn’t be working for me instead, they will be working for Thorne” “Are we changing King Thorne’s maids?” I shook my head. “No, they will become Thorne’s sex slaves” “Okay…” Her words trailed before her eyes widened as she stared at me in shock and exclaimed. “Sex Slaves?” I raised a brow. “Do you
Freya’s P.O.V I jolted awake, my heart racing in my mind because of the nightmare that I just had. I had seen myself vomiting blood till a hand pushed me into the ocean. A groan left my mouth, sitting upright while trying to catch my breath as I dashed away the sweat that was beginning to form on my forehead. Before I could wrap my head around what was going on, the sound of stilettos against the floor filled my ears. “Are you awake?” Someone cooed while I turned my head around instinctively in the direction that the voice emanated. Celeste strutted towards me, worry boldly written on her face as she increased her pace and sat on the bed next to me. “Are you okay, Freya? You have been unconscious for hours” The more I stared at her, the more confusion swirled in my mind. What was she talking about? “I…” My words trailed when some memories flooded through my head. From what I could recollect, after taking like two spoonfuls of the porridge I was served, I had started
Freya’s P.O.V Anxiety crept at the back of my neck as unease rose to choke me while I fiddled with my fingers, taking tiny steps towards the huge door where the devil himself resided. Thorne Frost. I swallowed the heavy lump that formed in my throat as different thoughts plagued my mind. Thorne was confusing. “He said I shouldn’t come close to him, yet he wants me to be his maid and he also cares for me…maybe it isn’t me that he cares for. It would be the triplets…” My voice was barely above a whisper while I paused in my tracks, placing a hand on my stomach instinctively. ‘I wish that you babies stay alive’ I thought deep within me but the saying ‘if wishes were horses, beggars would ride’ dashed any ounce of hope remaining in me. I sucked in a shaky breath, my eyes closing briefly while I tried to come to a resolution within myself. All I needed to do was do my freaking job, not step on the devil’s tail, mind my business and avoid Thorne. I exhaled sharply, glanci
Thorne’s P.O.V I furrowed my brows in confusion, focusing intently on Celeste as I struggled to make sense of her words because no matter how much I tried, her words remained utterly baffling. Seduction? Where? How? Celeste snapped me out of my reverie, smacking her palms together as laughter erupted from her mouth, tears brimming in her eyes while I took a step back away from Freya who was equally confused as I was. “Scaredy cat. It was just a joke” She sauntered towards Freya while pulling her in a tight embrace. My gaze lingered on Freya who remained stiff in Celeste’s embrace. Freya’s eyes met mine in that fleeting moment before she quickly averted her gaze but as my mind drifted back to Celeste, a thought nudged at the back of my mind. That glint in her eyes when she accused Freya. It wasn't a joke! It was real. With the way things have been going on between Celeste and me and how she has been showing me different sides of her, that was a total contrast to th
Freya’s P.O.V Poking my head into Thorne’s room, I gently shut the door behind me, heaving an exasperated sigh while leaning against the door frame. At that moment, my mind slowly replayed the conversation that I mistakenly eavesdropped on. Sadly, Chef Charlotte was gruesomely murdered and the Alpha of the pack she belonged to, Alpha Hunter, came to confront Thorne, accusing him of murdering a member of his pack. Thorne had questioned his audacity, the fury in his voice still sending shivers down my spine when I managed to catch sight of Thorne’s fingers contorting into long sharp claws as he caught Alpha Hunter by the throat, his claws piercing through his neck while blood slowly seeped out of his neck. Just the mere remembrance of that horrific scene made me sick to my stomach. If it weren't for Celeste’s quick intervention, he would have killed Hunter. While my eyes squeezed shut, the graphic image of Thorne almost ripping out Asher’s soul lingered in my head. H
Freya’s P.O.V I drifted down the hallway, lost in the perfection and beauty of the artwork hung on the wall. This was the distraction that I needed—a distraction from my miserable life and most importantly, Thorne. All of a sudden, I stopped dead in my tracks when my gaze fell on Thorne’s portrait and my heart lurched. The aura around him could be felt just from the picture. A cold thrill ran down my spine while I stepped forward, my fingers slowly grazing his artwork as different thoughts coursed through my mind at that moment. My heart sank into my stomach and knowing the things that my father had done to his own family shattered my heart to pieces. Somehow, it made me remember how I needed to keep my guard up because if Thorne uncovered my true identity, he was going to get rid of me irrespective of the fact that I was carrying his children. Suddenly, my heart almost leaped into my throat, when I felt a hand gripping me by the shoulders before shoving me to the grou
Freya’s P.O.VAs soon as he said those words, a strange sense of dread washed over me, causing my stomach to tie a knot as fear clawed at my insides. So, if I had accepted the invitation, there was a high chance that my life would be ended by Rhys. I was at a loss for words to say because for him to tell me not to tell Thorne meant that he knew that Thorne was the one who killed Alexandro. In the end, Thorne was right. I watched as Thorne swiped through my phone, anxiety clawing at the back of my neck. “What are you doing?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Blocking him and I texted him back”My heart leaped in fear. “About what?”“That I know his plan. He wouldn't dare harm you or come near you because he is aware that I know about his plans now”I should have been relieved, but all these constant threats here and there made me feel some type of way. It changed my mood and at that moment, it made me realize that I didn't want a life such as this. A life filled with people at
Freya’s P.O.VWhat did that woman want from me after everything that she had done to ruin me? How mentally twisted did she have to be to even spew gibberish before the children? The same woman who tried to set me on fire when I was pregnant. The same woman who tried to kill me. She dared to tell Emma and Ethan that she was coming to take them. Not on my watch. As long as I was alive, no one would ever take any of the kids away from me. Not Celeste. I would protect them with my life. That woman better not show her face before me because if she did, I would harm her, and I wasn't even joking. I meant each of my words. As if being shocked about Alexandro’s death wasn't enough, she had to add to my problems. I hated her so much, and my only hope was that this would never happen again. All of a sudden, my heart lurched forward, and I was startled out of my thoughts when the sound of the doorbell filled my ears. Instantly, I knew that it was Thorne. Without thinking twice, I rushed
Thorne’s P.O.VThe smile on my face fell, her voice laced with panic ringing down my ears. “She is back, and she wants to take the babies away from me…” Her voice croaked over the phone. For a second, confusion swamped my mind. “Freya, what are you talking about?”“Celeste!” As soon as that name registered in my mind, anger flared in my chest and my wolf growled within me. My eyes darkened and in that split moment, the warning from the priestess flashed through my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. “What?”“Are you sure about what you are saying?”“Yes, the teacher said she came to the school posing as their aunt…she could have taken them, Thorne. I am losing my mind right now…”The more she spoke, the more rage fueled within me and I blurted out. “Has Celeste gone mad?”All of a sudden, the voice that sounded behind me took me aback, and I pulled the phone away from my ears, turning to look at who it was. Lo and behold, it was the devil herself, Celeste. “I haven't gone mad, I
Freya’s P.O.VDespite the turn in things, I was still haunted by everything that he did— His words, his actions, and most importantly, the fact that he could ruin our friendship like that. Irrespective of the fact that Thorne came back into my life by spreading warmth to it, there was still something about Alexandro that bugged me. Maybe it was the extent of his betrayal that made it so hard for me to get rid of him in my mind. That had to be it. I pushed the door to the bakery open and Hannah rushed towards me with a smile on her face. Regardless of the expression of joy boldly written on her face, I saw the way her eyes piqued with curiosity, like she was dying to ask me questions. I knew that she was probably curious about Thorne, but then, she took me aback when she didn't ask me anything about him. “You said we will be having a feast soon? You said that the other time”A gasp escaped me, and that was when it hit me that I had forgotten about it. “Oh my goodness…” My words tr
Thorne’s P.O.V“Celeste went into labor this morning, she lost the baby”I froze, the sound of clanking keys stopping at the same time. I had just seen her a few hours ago. Enzo’s voice snapped me out of my reverie. “Are you still there? Did you hear what I said about Celeste?”I shrugged, my brows knitting together. “I heard. I don't care. Wait for a second, why are you telling me about this? What has that got to do with me?”“I know that she has done plenty of bad things but in the end, she is still the same person that you were once in love with…”I rolled my eyes to the back, anger slowly flaring within me and if it weren't for the fact that the children were around here, I would have lashed out at him. Trying to rein my anger in, I forced out a smile that didn't reach my eyes, waving at Emma who called out to me.Enzo gasped over the phone. “Dad?”“Are you with Freya? When can I meet with my nephews and nieces? Do they look like me?”I scoffed. “You seem to be forgetting that we
Freya’s P.O.VIt has been years since I had a peaceful night's sleep. Probably before my mum had died. I stirred awake, my eyes fluttering open and the warmth that I felt at that moment, couldn't be explained. With half-lidded eyes, my eyes locked onto the hazel eyes that stared back at me with nothing but admiration in them. For a second, I thought that I was dreaming, and a smile spread through my face and I felt his fingers brush through my face, stroking my hair gently. All of a sudden, something snapped within me and all the memories from last night rushed through my mind—Thorne. The sex. How he had sunk his fangs into my neck and marked me as his. My eyes widened in shock and this time, I had a clearer look at his face as he propped himself on one elbow. “Good morning, Nini…” He took a tendril of hair that fell on my face and tucked it behind my ears. Slowly, my fingers fluttered to the spot around my neck, and a gasp escaped me when he leaned closer to me and planted soft
Freya My heart lurched forward and dread settled over my shoulders when the doorbell rang. For a second, I wanted to settle with the fact that maybe there was a chance that my hearing was now impaired because why in the world was someone outside my door by 3:30am? I hadn't slept because everything Alexandro did to me and the children still held me in disbelief. It made me wonder how my life would have been that night if I hadn't sought his help. But right now, it didn't matter, what mattered was who was knocking at the door. I stood from the couch, stealthily walking towards the door as I leaned towards the peephole. I saw nothing. Could I have heard wrong? Despite the fear that gnawed at my insides, I reached for the door’s handle, opened it, and swiveled my head around. There was no one outside and there was a high chance that I had heard wrong. However, at that moment, my heart turned cold in my chest when I spotted a crow on a branch, his dark eyes staring back at me and
Thorne’s P.O.V What was she doing here? She has never been close with Alexandro and that wasn’t even the problem, the problem was what she was doing in the human world. I had never imagined seeing her here again, and here she was. My brows furrowed in confusion and I deliberated either running after the BMW that drove her or fulfilling the reason behind my coming here. As I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, I chose the latter. If Alexandro ever slipped away from my fingers, there was a possibility that this would be the last chance that I have to ever get back at him. Because as soon as he woke up in the morning, he would have discovered that he had been drugged by me. That would intensify the security around him and the perfect time to strike was now— When he was vulnerable the most. I shifted my gaze away from the car, glancing up at the window to Alexandro’s room. The lights were now turned off and a smirk crept through my face. I waited outside for an hour, waiting f
Freya’s P.O.VAs soon as he said those words, I took to my heels, running back to the parking lot only to find Emma and Iris where Alexandro said they were going to be. They were surrounded by two security guards as they cried, calling for me. “Mum…mum…mum” Emma swiveled her head around and when her eyes locked onto mine, she ran towards me. Ivy turned, breaking down in tears and just the sight of them in that pathetic state made my shoulders slump. Sobs racked through my body and I got on my knee with my arms opened wide while they both rushed into my arms. When I held them in my embrace, relief flooded through me as they both sobbed in my arms. I was relieved that nothing had happened to them. Emma pulled away, while I wiped her tears with the back of my hand and now that I stared at her, she looked exactly like Thorne. She mumbled. “Uncle Alexandro is a bad person, and he isn't my best friend anymore…”I cupped Ivy’s cheeks, my thumb dashing away the tears that tracked down he