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
Celeste’s P.O.V Thorne had just returned from a meeting with the elders while I draped myself in a lacy sheer white dress that clung to my curves and skimmed right above my thighs. I needed to reclaim the position that I held in his heart. I knew much had not changed except for the fact that he was pissed about my recent actions. But I was here to change things and since the full moon—Thorne’s most dreaded day— would be coming up in three days, I needed to be there for him. His hazel eyes flickered to me, a glint of passion and fury burning in them as his eyes slithered down my face to my thighs. I swayed my hips towards him in deliberation, carefully sitting on his lap and when my ass grazed with the bulge in his pants, a smirk crept at the corner of my mouth. He couldn’t push me away. He was in love with me and despite the rage he felt for me, he would never turn me down. “My Angel” I whispered in this coquettish voice as I gripped his face in my palm, staring into
Freya’s P.O.V Confusion swirled deep within me, watching as some maids scurried in and out of the palace while carrying golden metal bowls that reeked of strong herbal scent. Bile rose in my throat because of the stench. The only reason I was here in Thorne’s palace today was because I wanted to meet Celeste concerning what the bullies had done to me. Thorne had dismissed me for today, claiming that my services weren't needed. My earlier assumption was that tonight was the night of the full moon and although not everyone celebrated it, in my father’s kingdom they held elaborate festivals in honor of it. Suddenly, I was jolted out of my thoughts when a soft hand curled around my arms, pulling me toward a corner. It was Astrid, the maid who personally worked for Thorne before she was dismissed by him. Her hands slowly released my arms, her sapphire eyes glinting with worry. “What…are you doing here?” My eyes fluttered and that was when it hit me that the pungent arom
Thorne’s P.O.V A wave of shock coursed through me, leaving me dumbfounded and at a loss for words because what just happened? The pain that would always leave me groaning in pain till the full moon disappeared, vanished just as soon as I held Freya’s hands. Her eyes glinted with an otherworldly light while beads of sweat trailed down her forehead. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her head swaying gently by the sides as she placed a finger on her temple. Before I could react, she lurched forward, collapsing on my broad shoulders and at that moment, something sparked in me. My wolf growled within me, the urge to stroke her hair and caress her cheeks enveloped me. Her scent wafted through my nostrils, filling my senses with a different kind of sweetness and serenity that I had never experienced before—It was different from what I had felt on the day we found out we were mates. It was a different feeling that I had never felt with Celeste. Just how powerful was Freya? S
Freya’s P.O.V Trepidation clawed at the back of my neck like icy fingers as different thoughts plagued my mind. What in the world happened between Thorne and me? How did that happen? How was I able to heal him when I was a powerless Lycan princess who was strongly hated by her dad because of her inability to shift? My eyes flickered back to my wrist instinctively, thinking about the light that shone on it when Thorne grabbed my wrist. How was I even able to do that? Maybe it was all a coincidence. It had to be a coincidence. At that moment, my mind strayed towards Celeste and the betrayal on her face when I kissed Thorne. Unease rose to choke me immediately as the memories of that horrific moment flooded through my mind. I was a horrible person. She had been nothing but extremely nice to me and all I could do to pay her back was kiss her Finacè… My fingers trailed my lips when the image of Thorne kissing me flashed across my mind as my stomach tied a knot. The way
Freya’s P.O.V I stared down at my stomach, rubbing it instinctively, before the sound of the gigantic door creaked open. Sucking in a deep breath, I stepped into the hallway and as soon as the door slammed shut behind me, I quickly hid in a corner, pressing myself against the cold walls. Inhaling another deep breath, I marshaled the last bit of strength inside of me and peeked around the corner for any sign of him. By him, I meant Thorne. Even though Astrid told me that he rarely visited the library, I just felt the urge to be extra careful. The last thing I wanted was to be around him and spark something uncontrollable between us. I noticed how the maids sat down on benches around the hallway, chatting and chuckling freely. The more I observed them, the more I couldn't help but notice how free they were around here. All of this meant that no one was around to put them in check, and it proved that everything Astrid said concerning Thorne not visiting this place was tr
Celeste’s P.O.V I waltzed through the hall, my head swaying gently by the sides as I fisted my gown and tried everything in my power to control the anger that simmered within me. Now standing at the entrance, I stopped in my tracks, glancing back at Freya who lowered her head in reverence the moment her eyes met mine. But the second the gigantic doors shut, the smile on my face died and a storm of fury brewed within me as different thoughts coursed through my mind. Sending her to that abandoned library was actually a good idea but at the same time, there was this nudging fear at the back of my mind that the worst could happen and that I needed to keep eyes on both Thorne and Freya. Before I could wrap my head around things, a shrill voice echoed down my ears, startling me before it was followed by laughter—one that I knew well. I spun on my heels, narrowing my eyes in the direction that the voice emanated only to spot Sadie, Thorne’s sister jumping into Enzo’s embrace a
Freya’s P.O.VA shiver ran down my spine and while Nigel kept talking about his daughter, I froze, turning slightly while swiveling my head around the entire section. I didn't know, but why did it seem more like someone was watching me or worse, following me? And at the same time, why could I smell Thorne?My stomach tied a knot and I brushed my hands through the back of my neck because I saw no one except for the customers who went about with their daily business. Could Thorne have followed me?No. I doubted that. He was currently busy with the moon festival and right now, he didn't give a shit about me or whatever happened to me—Like he had insinuated over the phone. Nigel broke my train of thought and concern shone in his eyes. “Is there a problem?”My pupils dilated, and a placid smile slipped through my face. “No. I was thinking that I saw someone. Turned out that it wasn't the person I thought it was” I lied while his brows knitted together in confusion as his eyes coasted
Freya’s P.O.VWith my eyes on him, I bobbed my head, chewing at the same time as I listened keenly to how he talked about his daughter and how he came to the mall to get his daughter a gift because some miscreants had ruined her birthday party. He talked about how he ended up yelling at her and hoped that the gifts would somehow appease her. “That was why you came all the way here?”He took a sip of his juice. “The gift that she wanted, I heard that the last edition is in this mall. It is a rare vinyl record and my daughter hopes to become a musician someday,”“Aww” I bit into my sandwich, stealing a glance at him, watching as he stared into the phone with a bright smile on his face. But in his eyes, I saw a troubled soul or maybe, I was overthinking things like always. I cleared my throat. “Why did you change your name then? I honestly never knew that you were the Nigel my cousins talked about. Cedric is a nice name, you shouldn't have changed it”He chuckled. “Would you have consi
Freya’s P.O.VI left. Thorne would never understand how important today was for Elsie and how it was essential for me to be by her side through these trying times. She would have been so depressed with her past trauma, coupled with the fact that she hadn't even seen me and the quadruplets for months. So, I needed to be by her side. She had always been my pillar of strength and I couldn't let her down when she needed me the most. Thorne was just scared for me and while his fears were valid, what he didn't know was that no one would dare to attack me since they would all think that I would be in the castle for the moon festival. So, nothing wrong was going to happen, and I was sure of that. Aside from that, I could protect myself and had gotten a Taser. When the quadruplets learned that I was going to visit Elsie, they cried and whined about how they wanted to visit her as well but today was a ‘me’ day with Elsie and I needed this moment with her alone. Pressing a button, the roof
Thorne’s P.O.V Hands folded behind me, I watched the scene unfold before me. The scene of Enzo, playing with the quadruplets, carrying them, and throwing them into the lake while they collectively pushed him into the lake. Despite the scene before me, I couldn't forget what he had done by making me believe that Asher was the traitor. If it weren't for the fact that he was someone whom I loved a lot, I would have had him killed. He was my closest friend. My family. Enzo apologized to me and tried to make me forgive him and right now, he knew that I was watching him from the tower and that was the reason, he was putting extra effort into playing with the quadruplets. He was dying hard to get my approval but to me, everything he was doing made him more suspicious. He knew that finding Reginald was important for me, yet, he intentionally made me suspect Asher. It felt more like he was trying to distract me and protect the real traitor, or he could be the real traitor. Nah. Enz
Nigel Celeste’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
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