Freya’s P.O.V
After A Month Ever since that day with Thorne, I had never set eyes on him again and I was confined to quarters where I wasn’t allowed to step out until the pregnancy test would be out. In the quarters that I was confined to, all the necessities were provided to me. Like food, dresses, and snacks but the only issue was that I wasn’t allowed to have access to phones in a bid for me not to communicate with the outside world. Nevertheless, I was glad that all of this was going to be coming to an end soon and I would finally be set free from this prison. My only hope was that Thorne would keep to his word and after the pregnancy test results came out today, I would be allowed to leave just like he had promised. Plopping on the couch, sadness weighed in on me as I rubbed my hands on my empty stomach before heaving an exasperated sigh. My mind drifted back to my conversation with Dr. Ann and her words about how I would never be able to bear a child repeated in my ears. As much as those words were like daggers that pierced through my heart, those words gave me the comfort and reassurance that finally, my days here would be over. Throwing popcorn into my mouth, I turned on the TV, and the next minute, my heart slammed against my ribcage, my eyes almost bulging out of their sockets when news about a funeral procession was being broadcast. My chest heaved and I jumped to my feet, the bowl of popcorn slipping off my hands to the ground and I rubbed my hands on my eyes to be sure that I was seeing right. How was this even real? How could there be a funeral procession for me when I was alive? Anger seeped through my veins as my jaw clenched and I fisted my dress. “ Tyson and Ariel” I muttered through gritted teeth. My face was blurred since my father made sure that I maintained a low profile. Everyone knew that Tyson was married but they didn’t even know who his wife was. Tears welled in my eyes and rage burned within me when I saw the way a scream tore from Ariel’s mouth as the coffin was being leveled to the ground. I scoffed, bitter laughter leaving my mouth as I ran my hands through my hair. “ Fucking crocodile tears! That bitch hit me with a flower vase on my head” Tyson also created his charade of chaos while threatening to jump into the grave, screaming that he couldn’t live without me and would rather be buried alongside the coffin. “My wife!” With every second that my gaze lingered on the screen, the anger that coursed through me intensified and a tear tracked down my face. What sort of mockery was this? In anger, I reached for the TV remote, switching off the TV while tossing my head to the back in a bid to hold the tears that threatened to fall. I wiped off my tears with the back of my hand, swallowing the heavy lump that lodged beneath my throat. I was so going to make life a living hell for Tyson and Ariel! “You all just wait till I come back” My chest heaved up and down and the tension in the air thickened. Different thoughts about how to deal with Ariel and Tyson coursed through my mind and no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t come up with a perfect plan on how to teach those horrible beings a lesson. How I fell in love with Tyson was beyond me. How I was never able to see through him and realize that he was an evil person was disturbing to me. I did everything to ensure that he loved only me and me alone. Now that I thought about it, when did Ariel and Tyson start having an affair behind my back? As much as I could remember, Ariel had always taunted me for being a powerless Lycan Princess who had to settle for a werewolf because no Lycan in his or her right senses would settle for me. A laughter rippled from my mouth at that moment. “She always declared her hate for him and yet, she was having an affair with him behind my back! That witch” Suddenly, I was jolted out of my thoughts when a knock landed on the door and the door creaked open. Instinctively, I swung my head in the direction of the door while a servant that had been assigned to me came inside holding a tray, containing a cup of coffee. “Coffee for you, miss. The head servant said that it would help with the pregnancy” The words that left her mouth did nothing but trigger the senses in my head and intensify my anger. I clenched my fist, glaring at the servant who lowered her head, and as much as I wanted to flare up, I controlled myself, settling within myself that this was my last day of drinking bitter coffee mixed with different sorts of weird herbs. I heaved a sigh. “Leave it on the table” She gave a simple nod, placing the tray on the coffee before lowering her head again. “Miss Freya, the doctor is here to give you the test results” Relief flooded through me. “Then let him come in” Amidst the storm that brewed within me, excitement bubbled within me and I swiveled my gaze around the entire room. I wasn’t going to miss this place because I never considered it my home. When the doctor came inside, a smile spread across my face as I folded my hands behind me. “Miss Freya” I gestured for him to sit while I sat across from him. “The test results,” He said with an inscrutable expression on his face. My heart raced with excitement as the doctor handed me an envelope. “Tyson and Ariel, you two just wait for me” I muttered to myself before ripping the envelope open. Pulling out the papers in the envelope, my eyes scanned it and I couldn’t just wait to see what I had been expecting. All of a sudden, the smile on my face vanished and a wave of dizziness washed over me. I placed a hand on my head, steadying myself while trying to make sense of what was going on. “Doctor?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Can you please tell me the meaning of this?” The doctor smiled, leaning forward. “Congratulations Miss Freya, you are pregnant with quadruplets.”Freya For a second, it felt like space closed in on me and the only sound that I could hear was the sound of my blood drumming in my ears and the doctor’s words that kept echoing through my mind. ‘Congratulations Miss Freya, you are pregnant with quadruplets’ My eyes fluttered continuously, glancing at the doctor who stared at me with a straight expression on his face. And then, out of nowhere, I began laughing. First of all, it started with a low chuckle that ended up escalating into full-blown, uncontrollable laughter. The doctor’s face furrowed in confusion as he exchanged fleeting glances with the maid who stood at the door with confusion boldly written on her face. This was absurd! I mean was this a prank or what the hell was going on? As I shook my head, amidst the laughter that escaped my mouth, I tossed the pregnancy report back to the doctor. “Sir, I think that you are mistaken, there is in no way that I am pregnant” “We conducted a series of tests bef
Thorne’s P.O.V There was something about that woman that I couldn't wrap my head around—something enchanting, dangerous, and deeply infuriating. Never in my wildest imagination have I ever imagined someone else carrying my child but I was excited that I was going to be a father. If Celeste hadn't put me into this situation, I honestly wouldn't care about the curse and the consequences. Celeste was enough for me but ever since Freya came into my life, something dangerous sparked in my heart. It was like a raging flame threatening to destroy everything in its wake. Since the first time I laid eyes on her, I hated her timidness and doubted that she would ever be able to break the curse. I honestly didn't want anything to do with her and the last thing I wanted was for the thoughts of her to occupy my mind. But I couldn't control it, I couldn't control the times I stared at her dancing in the rain, times when she had climbed a tree to save a stray cat that found its way
Freya’s P.O.V Thorne and I stood frozen as time lagged between us and the only voice that kept ringing through my head was how I was done for! Not only was I carrying the children of my father’s enemy but I was also mated to him. Could my life get any worse? Tears slowly found their way to the back of my eyes, pressing at the back of my eyelids so much that it blurred my vision. How in the world was Thorne my mate? Thorne of all people! What kind of dangerous trick was the moon goddess playing with me? Why would she mate me with the man who wouldn't hesitate to kill me as soon as he found out that I was the Lycan princess? Despite the tears that blurred my vision, I could feel his cold gaze burning my face so much that my heart tightened in pain. Irrespective of the crushing realization that hit me like a tidal wave, I couldn't deny the fact that there was this burning sensation that lingered in my heart. My heart yearned for him. It called out to him. It was racing
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 quadruplets…” 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
Freya’s P.O.V My gaze lingered on the gift box that Julie had given to me. The more I stared at it, the more I wondered what could be inside and why there was a strain between her and Enzo’s relationship. What could have happened between them? Just as I was about to get lost in my thoughts, a hand rested on my shoulder, yanking me back with so much force. Before I could process things, my back slammed against the wall and right before me was a furious Enzo with eyes blazing with fury. Confusion swirled in my mind for a second and at the same time, anger pulsed through my veins. I lifted a brow. “And what is the meaning of this? We have been having encounters often, and I don't like that we are” He barked out a caustic scoffing laughter, flicking his hair away from his face and slowly, the smile on his face died, replaced by a darkened expression that sent a shiver skating down my spine. Enzo. I hated the fear that he made me feel. I hated that with every encounter, he seem
Thorne’s P.O.VWas Nigel messing with me right now?I tilted my head to the side, not being able to tear my eyes away from the message on the screen. How was it possible that he was able to capture Reginald earlier than expected?How was that even possible? I mean, I had spent months trying to capture him…That would have been possible if I hadn't kept a snake next to me who did nothing but ruin my plans. I didn't know if believing Nigel’s claims about Enzo was the right thing to do.However, he was acting suspicious— Even right now, his eyes piqued with curiosity.“Who is that?” He asked. I shoved the phone down my pocket, pinning him with a hard stare. “Come with me. I believe that you need to see this”My suspicions concerning Enzo would be confirmed if he sees a captured Reginald. However, what are the chances that Nigel wasn't messing with me right now?What were the chances that he wasn't even telling a lie? Reginald’s pack was bigger than his. Reginald had the evil witches on
Freya’s P.O.VI was boiling with anger. There was just something about this man that greatly unsettled me. He raised his head, forcing out a smile that didn't reach his eyes. “We were just having a conversation that didn't turn out well. She didn't want to accept the truth”A scoff escaped me while Thorne’s fingers slid over my waist as he drew me closer to him. Julie turned, lowered her head in reverence before him, and muttered. “It is nothing”Thorne didn't seem to realize that it was her until his eyes brightened. “Julie?”Her face broke into a smile. “Thank you for this job opportunity. This means a lot to me”Thorne squinted his eyes, glancing back and forth between Vleyr and Julie. “You are the photographer? You came from New York just to come here for this job?”She straightened, nodding. “Yes. I have wanted to do this a long time ago. Documenting the upcoming festivals is something that I look forward to…if you would excuse me, I would take my leave”Thorne gave a curt nod, w
Thorne I was about to turn when something sparkling hidden between gravel stones caught my attention. My wolf growled, clawing at the surface of my skin, but curiosity got the best part of me. I brushed past Nigel without hesitating, crouching down while staring at the shimmery stone under the scintillating sunlight. Nigel’s voice filled my ears, grating on my nerves. “Is there a problem?”I ignored him and tossed the gavels aside while removing what had caught my attention. I straightened, staring at the hairpin that had been covered with dirt, and at that moment, memories flooded through my mind. It was during the light festival years back. Before the festival ceased, it was customary to always give gifts during the festival and if I could remember vividly, I had this hairpin made for someone whose memories were starting to fade. To someone whose name was nothing but a mere torment now. Celeste. This was hers. The hairpin adorned with Swarovski crystals and a tiny diamond in t
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