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
Thorne Maybe I heard wrong. Maybe all of this was a nightmare because Freya wouldn’t lie to me. There is no way that she would turn out to be the Lycan Princess. Mixed emotions crashed over me—Anger, disbelief, confusion, and most importantly, fear—it lurked at the back of my mind for a reason that I couldn’t place. I tried so hard to process everything that Celeste had said. How she was the Lycan Princess, how she was sold by her ex-husband, and how she was rejected by her family. How she ended up being the daughter of the murderer whose family I wanted to wipe out. I wanted Celeste to tell me that none of this was real. I wanted to scream and yell at Celeste that all of this was a fucking lie, but the pictures said otherwise. The pictures of Freya and her family that scattered across the ground. There wasn’t a single smile on her face in those pictures. No warmth, no comfort, or a sign of a bond between them. It seemed more like she was the outcast as she had men
Thorne Anger seeped through my veins, my gaze fixed on Alexandro who was talking to Freya. At that moment, one thing I knew was that I couldn't stand the way he looked at her, the way he stared at her, and the way he laughed. Every bit of it grated my nerves as my fingers squeezed into fists, my nails digging into my palm. However, at that moment, my eyes darted over to Freya and something about her struck me. With the way her body tensed, she didn't seem involved with what Alexandro was saying instead she had her gaze fixed somewhere else, her expression distant and unreadable. I followed the direction of her eyes and at that moment, my blood turned cold, and for a second, I wanted to think that I was having a problem with my eyesight because what was she doing here? What in the world was Celeste doing here? Who invited her? Slowly she turned her gaze toward me and a wicked smile crept at the corner of her mouth as she waved at me. “Hello, Thorne,” She mouthed. I t
Freya’s P.O.V Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, a shiver racing down my spine as goosebumps littered over my body. My eyes closed as Thorne pulled my hair to the side, delicately, and every feeling of his fingers brushing through my skin set my whole body on fire. This man had no idea about what he always did to me all the time. He had no idea how every touch of his spoke to my soul. I could feel the necklace around my neck as he leaned forward, his breath fanning my ears, causing heat to drift between my thighs as he drawled. “You can open your eyes” My eyes fluttered open immediately, my cheeks heating up as my fingers trailed the beautiful necklace. He stared at me with this sense of pride in his eyes, and his voice was low as he spoke. “Do you like them?” I turned, my fingers lingering on the necklace as I bobbed my head excitedly. “This is so beautiful. It is probably the most beautiful necklace that I have ever set eyes on” I glanced back at the mirror, still
Thorne I hated that I was doing this but I had to. As long as it meant tormenting the Lycan King and capturing his daughter— I would join hands with my enemies. Alpha Alexandro, my childhood enemy and the biggest ally to the Lycan King. The expression on my face darkened as my jaw clenched and the gigantic oak doors that led to the dining hall opened. Alexandro stood at the far end of the table and slowly, his eyes locked onto mine and the smile on his face died. His jaw clenched and a smug smile crept through the corners of his mouth. “We meet again. The reason you called me here better be worth it because you have wasted my time already” I smirked as I walked toward the far end of the table, watching him step back to take his seat. “This is my castle,” I said, my voice low and assured. “I rule everything here—time included.” Alexandro rolled his eyes as I settled in my seat while he sat across from me, shooting lasers into my face as he twirled the table’s knife bet
Celeste It has been months since I gave Thorne space and the craziest stuff about all of this was that he had never called me since then. Only if Freya had died then, he would have missed me, called me back, and it wouldn't have been too long before I was back into his arms. However, with the way things were going, why did it seem like he would never reach out to me until I took a drastic step? I ran my hands through my hair frustratedly, shooting a glare at Sadie who drummed her fingers on her laptop. Since she was chasing a doctorate, she has been busy with this dumbass project she kept talking about instead of helping me with important issues—Like getting back the man who is mine. I rolled my eyes to the back, taking a sip of my coffee before clearing my throat. She adjusted her glasses, glancing up at me while returning my smile and I couldn't help but be glad that I had her attention as she shut the laptop. “What is it, Celeste? Do you need help with anything? Are
Freya’s P.O.V My heart dropped to my toes, struggling to free my wrist from Thorne’s grip and at that moment, the only words that kept resounding in my head were “I was done for. How long has Enzo known? How long has he known that I was the Lycan King’s daughter, and I was the princess of the man whom he and Thorne hated? I didn’t dare glance at Thorne to see the reaction on his face nor did I stare at Enzo because no matter how Thorne might have professed his love for me, this was my end. I swallowed hard, my knees wobbled, threatening to give way beneath me, and for a split second, I wished that the ground could open up and take me instead. Anything to just save me from the misery that I found myself in. My heart almost leaped into my throat when Enzo snapped his fingers before me. “Why are you not speaking?” I fisted my dress, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to rush into my eyes. “I… I…had no idea that you knew all along…” My words came out as
Freya’s P.O.V It has been three months since that horrible event occurred in my life, and it was safe to say that things have changed a lot. Aside from my protruding stomach that kept increasing in size, the relationship between Thorne and I had gotten better—Although, it wasn't the way he wanted since I still walked on eggshells around him. Even though he made me see Celeste’s true colors, I couldn't get rid of those words—her words that kept lingering in my mind— about how Thorne might turn his back on me and get rid of me. I wanted to be comfortable around him, but I couldn't. I wanted to see me the same way he did. But that fear… No. I needed to be strong and wouldn't be caught off guard. Thorne had told me to forget about Celeste because she wouldn't be coming back into our lives to wreak more havoc but even though he knew her capabilities, I couldn't wrap my head around why he didn't believe that she started the fire. According to him, he had claimed that
Thorne I got out of the car, heaving an exasperated sigh while adjusting the black coat draped over my shoulder. As soon as the door slammed shut, a maid rushed towards me, lowering her head in reverence for me while trying to collect the bag containing the potted plant that I had gotten for Freya pending the time that she would regain consciousness. Anxiety crept at the back of my neck and despite the new doctor telling me that she would regain consciousness, I couldn’t get rid of the fear that lingered in my mind. The what ifs. Ever since I saved her from the fire, I had stayed by her side, tendering to her. My fear heightened when her fever burned high, and I had to place damp clothing on her head to cool her down. Astrid had wanted to help but since I was the reason she was in that situation, I decided to take the responsibility. Plus it was my responsibility to stick by her side and take care of her irrespective of the situation. At that moment, my mind drifted ba
Freya’s P.O.V My eyes flew open as my heart hammered hard against my chest and my breath came in ragged gasps. I could feel the sticky sweat that clung to my head as small whimpers left my mouth. I had just woken up from a nightmare. In my nightmares, I had seen Celeste looming over me while gripping a knife. For a weird reason, darkness loomed over me as I fisted the blanket, and at that moment, all the memories that had been locked in the corners of my heart occupied my thoughts. Astrid. The two men dragged her away. How someone pressed a wet handkerchief on my nose and… Was this a fragment of my memories, or had it been brought on by the nightmare? Why did I recall Celeste staring at me with a look so sharp and dangerous? Why did I see a cigarette dangling from her lips, watching me through the window? And, most unsettling of all, why could I still see the fire swallowing the building whole? Also, Thorne. He was the one who saved me. Could it have been that my s