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 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
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
Freya’s P.O.V **After Five Years** The scent of warm bread and sweet pastries filled the entire bakery as I slid a tray of freshly baked Cinnamon rolls into the cooling rack and at that moment, a smile spread across my face as I removed the apron and heaved an exasperated sigh. I had received countless orders today and if it weren’t for my assistant, Hannah, I don't know what I would have done without her. “Hannah, I need to leave right now. I will be back in the next hour, can you handle all the work until I get back” I said, ticking the boxes in the notepad while pushing a lock of hair behind my ear. Hannah peeked from the backroom. “I doubt that I would be able to handle all the work with you gone. Everyone in the countryside comes to this bakery all the time…” Her cheeks heated up as she pouted while a light chuckle left my mouth. “I wouldn’t take too long and…” The bell above the door jingled, cutting through my words, and on thinking that it was another custome
Thorne’s P.O.V Empty— That was the perfect word to describe the current situation in my life. Actually, no, that was basically what my life was filled with now. Nothing but emptiness. Ever since Freya left, my life had remained frozen in time. Nothing made sense without her being around, and no matter how much I tried searching for her, I couldn’t find her. I had searched the ends of the earth for her. I turned the world upside down searching for her, yet all my efforts came to nothing. Alexandro, my long-time enemy turned friend, had helped in finding her, and he even went as far as checking if there was a high chance that she was captured by the Lycan King, but he had found nothing. I even waged war against everyone that I thought might have a hand in her disappearance, but all my attempts all led to a dead end. Like that, I had been stuck trying to unravel the mystery behind Freya’s disappearance and the memories of her that I couldn’t let go. I wasn’t sane anymor
Freya’s P.O.V “Bye…” The quadruplets waved from the school bus window while I blew them a kiss, watching their bus until it disappeared around the corner. As soon as they left, anxiety crept at the back of my neck while hoping that they enjoyed the rest of their days in school like the first one. I also hoped that Iris would be able to connect with her friends at school. After hearing about the difficulties she faced on the first day in school, I spoke to her teacher, who assured me that she would address the situation with the girl who had made Iris feel left out. I trusted that with some guidance, Iris would find her place and feel more at ease this year. She also promised to invite the girl’s parents, and I couldn’t help but wish that things would go on well. Heaving an exasperated sigh, I turned, and my heart almost leaped into my throat as I was startled by a playful voice behind me. “Boom!” Placing my hand on my chest in a bid to steady my breathing, I whipped a
Thorne’s P.O.V My face scrunched in disgust, swiping fast to clear the offending image of her from my screen. She just celebrated her wedding anniversary and to think that she was heavily pregnant—only for her to send pictures of her bare thighs with the caption ‘Do you miss this? I would have come to you if you called, but you broke my fingers for a woman who left you in the end’ “Celeste,” I muttered through gritted teeth. This wasn't even an obsession at this point. This was pure madness. Her audacity to even send such a raunchy picture as this after what she had done to my sister, Sadie. She got some nerves. “What do I do with her?” I tossed the phone to Enzo who sat across from me, holding a chess piece. He caught my phone, his eyes darkening with every second that his gaze lingered on the phone’s screen. A growl rumbled from his throat as he ran his hands through his hair frustratedly. “Can you permit me to end this woman’s life? You should have killed her then
Thorne’s P.O.V Fixing my gaze on the woman who panted heavily as she struggled to catch her breath, she stood in front of me, her chest heaving up and down as her hands tightly clutched her chest. She straightened, cussing under her breath before she ran her hands through her hair frustratedly and a groan escaped her. “How could they be so fast? Why can’t I even catch them?” She mumbled and at that moment, she turned, her eyes locking into mine while she froze. She took me aback, walking towards me. “Earlier, I saw you talking to the children. Who are you, sir? Because I have never seen you around here…” I cleared my throat, fixing her a stern gaze while slipping my hands down my pocket. “I came here for business, and I am just meeting the twins for the first time. Isaac and Iris mentioned something about buying a new leash for the dog…” “Twins? What twins are you talking about?” I raised a brow in confusion. “Isaac and Ivy…” Before she could respond, I had already d
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
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
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
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
Freya The audacity. They had the nerve to tell me to leave my children, leave Thorne, and come back to the Lycan Kingdom— To the same place where I have been abused physically and mentally. To the same place where I have been locked up all of my life. I needed to know where the Lycan King got his nerves from—The same man who had always looked down on me, hurled insults at me, and even went as far as placing his stepdaughter over me. I stood up from where I sat, grabbing my bag before fixing both Quinn and Cole with a stern gaze. “I hope that we never meet again” I was about to turn away when Cole’s words made me halt in my tracks. “If you turn your back on us, you are turning your back on your roots. It was never your fault, but you broke the law, never associate with the Rogue King. The penalty is death and the Lycan King is trying to give you a second chance, yet you do this?” I turned, raising a brow in confusion. “What did you just say? Can you even listen to yourself?”
Freya’s P.O.V I sat in my car, staring into space while my mind replayed the conversation that we had on our date night. Why did he act like that when I had mentioned something about being a donor? Could chances be that he was somehow connected to who it was donated to? After I said those words, the date ended abruptly, and he drove me back home. He told me that he had to return to his territory because he wanted to investigate something, and it had been two days since I had set eyes on him. I missed him so much… He said he would be back by Sunday and mentioned something about Enzo coming over the weekend to take me and the quadruplets to the house where he was staying. He wanted us to spend a week with him or more… That didn't matter. What mattered was why he reacted in that way when I talked about donating bone marrow. Did I perhaps trigger a memory in him? All of a sudden, my heart skipped a bit and I almost flinched when someone knocked on the window of my car. Staring at
Celeste’s P.O.VI stared at my reflection in the mirror and just that pathetic sight of myself made tears well up in my eyes. This wasn't the me that I knew. I was now far from the classy, sophisticated, and powerful Celeste that I was. What was left of me was the worst version of myself. I knew that I wasn't that much of a good person, but the moon goddess wasn't fair with me. When I was with Thorne, I didn't even get pregnant at all but with Ryle, I had at least gotten pregnant and had miscarriages. Five times at least.But this particular pregnancy meant a lot to me. It rekindled my hope and made me think that I had gotten my happy ending with Ryle until tragedy struck again, and I didn't even touch him before I lost him— My beloved Brett. “Brett” The name rolled off my tongue and a faint smile formed on my face before my chest tightened because of the way Thorne had spoken to me with eyes devoid of emotion. How could he have told me that I deserved to lose my child? How could h
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