Thorne’s POV The grand hall buzzed with music as I stood at the entrance watching as the guests milled around with champagne flutes. Despite my brows that tugged in a frown, I gesticulated for my brother, Enzo to come towards me. Enzo leaned in, his lips quirking in a smirk. “Are you that impatient for Celeste because I am sure you called me to ask about her whereabouts” He glanced up at me and when he did, his eyes locked onto eyes that blazed with fury. The smirk on his face disappeared while he straightened, his expression shifting into a serious one. “Okay, what is the issue?” “Did you make sure that the fur coat was delivered to Freya? The snow has been relentless this evening and considering her condition…” I paused when I saw the way Enzo squinted his eyes at me suspiciously. Enzo glanced around before he toned down his voice. “Why are you worried about her when today is your anniversary?” “Because she is carrying my babies and I have to be present in this jour
Freya’s P.O.V Time stops. My heart stops. His eyes locked onto mine and I could barely hear his words over the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. Still dazed, my gaze shifted to Celeste, whose reddened eyes shone with tears. The tear that tracked down her face snapped me out of my state of oblivion. At that moment, the eyes that covered my body sent my heart palpitating in fear as I took a step back and another step back. Slowly, the reality of Thorne’s words hit me. How could he do this to me? How could he do this to Celeste, and why was he bent on dragging me into all this mess? My breath got stuck in my throat as my breathing got constricted while I retraced my steps, my lips wobbling. “I… I…am not Freya…” My voice was barely above a whisper and with the judgy eyes fixed on me, it felt more like the walls were closing in on me. Before I could fall, Thorne’s hand curled over my waist, pulling me back as my hands rested gently on his chest. “Easy,” He said in
Celeste’s P.O.V I could feel the dried tears on my cheeks as my gaze lingered on Freya, who had slipped out of consciousness. Her feet, her hands, and her mouth were all bound and the longer I stared at her, the more a storm of fury brewed deep within me. My eyes closed shut, my mind replaying the way Thorne had humiliated me by professing his love to Freya on a night that was supposed to be ours. The fact that he even looked my father in the eye and disrespected him. A tear tracked down my face as my eyes fluttered open and a low chuckle that escalated into full-blown laughter left my mouth. “What do I do to you, Freya? What do I do to you for all the pain that you have caused me ever since you stepped into my life?” My grip tightened around the cold blade in my hand. At that moment, my mind drifted to when Thorne had grabbed the bat from my hands and tossed it to the ground before I could break the windshield of his third car. He had stared at me with this glint of i
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
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 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
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
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 I was terrified. Completely terrified. I didn't know how to make sense of the situation at hand and most importantly, how in the world was someone who was announced dead for months suddenly found. And by being found— Her body. They said she passed away in an unfortunate fire accident, only for her body to be found around her father’s territory. Rumor had it that the sight of her was nothing short of grotesque. Some even claimed that it seemed more like she had undergone some sort of torture and some mentioned that vultures had begun feasting on her remains. Just the mere thought of that was horrific, and it sent a shiver down my spine, knowing that Celeste had been alive all this while. However, some speculations spread around. Some pointed hands to the neighboring packs to be the ones behind Celeste’s death. Some accused Thorne because he had the best motive for wanting her dead, which was genuinely stupid. After all, I knew that he had nothing to do w
Celeste’s P.O.V“Salmon” My voice was barely above a whisper and I slowed down the way I scraped the walls with my fingers when the realization of what was about to happen dawned on me. Salmon.My greatest nightmare. Now, he was about to test me with it? Shit. My heart turned cold in my chest and fear gnawed at me as I swallowed the heavy lump that formed in my throat. Different thoughts plagued my mind concerning what to do and how to go about it. There was no way out. If I ate Salmon, I was going to die. The last time that I ate it was years back and that time, the doctors had said that it was a miracle that I didn't lose my life. However, he had given me this warning that if I ate it again, then the obvious would be inevitable.If I ate the fish, Nigel would believe that I have a mental illness but at what cost? Eating it would lead to my death and not eating it would lead to the same as well. “That cunning bastard” I muttered through gritted teeth, my fingers curling into fi
Thorne’s P.O.VMy heart almost leaped into my throat because all of a sudden, an arrow came flying out of nowhere, whizzing past my ears until it embedded itself on the wall across from me. For a second, I was shocked, trying to process what had just happened and in the next second, I was now standing before the wall. My muscles tensed and for some reason I couldn't place, fear didn't grip but instead, my eyes were piqued with curiosity because why was an envelope attached to the arrow?Confusion swamped my mind. Who was still doing this in this century?I reached for the arrow, pulling it out with so much strength. Tossing the arrow to the ground, my brows furrowed in confusion as I stared at the name boldly written on the envelope. Freya. “Freya?” I mumbled to myself, wondering why something like this would be passed across to Freya in this manner. Could it be Enzo?Was he scheming again? I tore the envelope open, yanking out the letter that had a hole in the middle. My eyes bre
Celeste’s P.O.VPulling my legs to my chest, I buried my face in between my knees. I couldn’t count the last time that I had seen the sunlight. Ever since Nigel recaptured me, he had abandoned me in the basement since then. I didn’t know what happened to Camilla either. Dead? Maybe. I didn’t care. I lived constantly in fear, the kind of fear that settled in my bones, the one that kept me on the edge, the one that made me scared about the unknown. Nigel hated me and I could feel my death’s day getting closer with every passing second. However, the question was when? I have spent thirty days in this basement… I had even lost count. The fear of death terrified me to my bones. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling that I wanted to experience yet. Sometimes, thoughts about how to make Nigel forgive me would cross my mind. Thoughts about apologizing to him, owning up to my mistakes, and pleading for my life. But my ego…No. I would rather fall from a cliff on my own than apologize for somethi
EnzoMy fingers curled tightly around her neck, tears welling in her eyes, and staring into Freya’s eyes, I had never felt so much rage at once. She didn’t fight back, instead, her mouth parted, and a strangled gasp escaped her. “No…one… I would never tell anyone” She stammered out and that was the moment the storm inside of me calmed. “Promise?”She choked out. “I promise”My pupils dilated, and I slowly released my fingers around her throat. Freya fell to the ground, her fingers fluttering to her neck as she gasped for air. Guilt wrapped its way through my heart and pity shone in my eyes for her. I hated that it did. I hated that I felt sympathetic towards Freya. Not sparing her another single glance, I grabbed the coat, threw it over my shoulders, and stepped out of the room with anger coursing through me. Just at that moment, my heart turned cold in my chest when my phone buzzed in my hands. I swallowed the heavy lump that formed in my throat, glancing at the message on the
Freya’s P.O.V I sucked in a deep breath and then another before my eyes fluttered open, and I mustered the courage to knock on the door of Enzo’s room. Knocked once, and did it a second time, but there was no response. Frustration needled at me for a second, and it made me wonder if he was in there. The maid that I met on my way here had claimed that he was in. At that moment, my mind drifted back to Thorne and how he had told me to be careful around Enzo. But I would never understand the need to. Before Thorne showed me any kindness, Enzo was a nice person to me. He always brought me food, gave me fruits, and would listen to me rant. So, why did I have to be careful around him when it was obvious that he was going through something? Just as I raised my hand to knock the third time, the door suddenly opened, and I drew my hand back immediately. His hair was disheveled, and he ran his hands around his face, groaning. “What do you want?” I smiled. “Can I come in?” He threw h
Thorne’s P.O.VAfter leaving the field, Enzo and I went to visit Asher’s family alongside Heath. I didn't know what to make of the expression on his face but all I knew was that while we were there, he had his head lowered, not daring to look at Asher’s fiancee and his son. He couldn't even hold him in his hands. Only a guilty soul would do that. All of this further proved that he had something to do with it. I was now back home, discussing with Heath concerning Enzo and while we were speaking, I caught sight of Freya, and everything Heath had been saying faded into the background. My heart pounded hard against my chest and I called out to her. “Freya…”She stopped in her tracks, shooting me a quick glare before darting her eyes over to Enzo who lowered his head in reverence for her. She did the same and that was when I dismissed Heath. “Freya, what is this?”Her face contorted into a frown and before I could take a step, she turned on her heel. I stared at her in disbelief, runni
Thorne’s P.O.VI stood at the rim, calling Freya repeatedly, but she didn't answer and the one time she answered, she broke down over the phone. She sobbed, talking about how I had hated her, didn't trust her, and was pretending to love her. Freya screamed, reiterating the fact that she was different from her father. How she just wanted to live and how I had always done nothing but break her heart all the time. Honestly, I didn't know where all of this was coming from. I didn't even know if these words were caused by her random mood swings but the pain in her voice…It broke me.And worse, she didn't allow me to speak because she hung up on me and didn't answer any of my calls since that time. I was worried. Deeply worried. I was far from home and the thought of Freya in that broken state was unbearable. It made my heart twist in pain and…Heath broke my train of thought. I turned, my eyes drifting to the plastic evident bags that he gripped— the bag that contained small glass bot
Freya’s P.O.VThere was a decree that whoever was found with Silver poison had to be killed. I could only hope that whoever had it in their possession was found so that the senseless deaths that just spurred out of nowhere could end. Thorne would stop being stressed and when the war is over, we would finally have peace. I crouched before Isaac, meeting him at eye level as my mind drifted towards the priestess. She had made some prayers to the moon goddess and somehow, I had started regaining some bits of my memories from that night. Thorne and Enzo had claimed that a spell had been cast upon me to wipe out a part of my memory. Although, I hadn't believed but now that the priestess had stepped in, I could remember Reginald being there but what he had said was what I couldn't remember. He had been surrounded by some strange women, and just that image of him that flashed through my mind sent a shiver down my spine. Isaac broke my train of thought. “Mum, I am starving”My pupils dilat