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
Freya’s P.O.V Peeking through the kitchen window, I took a glance at the quadruplets who ran around with bubbles floating around them, their laughter echoing in the yard. The gardener watered the flowers, a soft grin spreading across his face as he playfully popped a drifting bubble. Amusement lingered in his expression for a moment before he refocused on the task at hand. Their joy was contagious, and I couldn't help but be glad that they didn't fight today. Because they got into fights every minute. Sliding back to my chair, I scrolled through my phone, trying to select the perfect gift since Elsie’s birthday was coming up in the next three days. However, I couldn't focus because of the burning gaze of Hannah whose eyes singed my cheeks. I heaved an exasperated sigh, placing my phone on the table while she pursed her lips slightly and hung her head low. “What is it, Hannah?” “I am sorry” her voice was barely above a whisper. “You took me as a family even though I am
Freya’s P.O.V A bright smile formed on my face, glancing at the clock that ticked slowly before turning and shooting a wink at Hannah who stood behind the counter. “I have a good feeling about today, Hannah?” I almost squealed in excitement. She now sat weakly on the wooden chair behind the counter, her shoulders slumping as she heaved an exasperated sigh while shifting her gaze back to what she was recording. “I don’t have a good feeling about today” Her tone was void of life and energy. I chuckled, stalking towards the counter before leaning forward. “But you looked forward to me hiring a part-timer. Aren’t you excited anymore?” “The workload today is already stressing me out. Can the part-timer start working today?” “That would be tomorrow and good news, I spoke to Alexandro and Elsie about it, and they suggested that hiring two more people would be okay and…” Before I could complete my words, the door swung open, and I turned, almost yelling. “We are closed for now…
Thorne’s P.O.V How in the world didn’t I check the business card? For the days that the business card was in my possession, I was oblivious to the fact that the business card was that of Fefe’s Sweet Corner Bakery. For a weird reason that I couldn’t place, a smile spread through my face. I was so confident that this wasn’t a coincidence at all. This was nothing but fate. However, the excitement that surged inside of me was soon cut out by Enzo’s words that filled my ears. I raised my head, shooting him a glare, while he tensed before he forced out a smile. “Did I interrupt something?” He said awkwardly. I raised a brow. “What sort of question is that?” “Well, you have been staring at that with this excitement on your face…” His words trailed while he glanced at his wristwatch. “And you have been staring at the business card for ten minutes now” “With the way you have been staring at the card, one would think that you would be reconnecting with your love there” My eyes
Thorne’s P.O.V The sound of a car screeching to a halt filled my ears, breaking through my train of thoughts on how to deal with the disrespectful woman who had called me a pedophile. Hannah handed over the bag containing bagels to Enzo while I turned, hoping that it was the boss who was here. However, it was a black supercar and my heart sank down my stomach in disappointment. I hoped that it was her so that I could confront her but since it wasn't her car, I was about to turn away when my heart turned cold in my chest and I froze. A man dressed in white pleated pants and a white t-shirt with a scarf hanging loosely around his neck came out of the car. He removed his sunglasses, running his hands through his hair while I stared at him with my mouth parted slightly in shock. Because what was this? How was this even real? Maybe I was starting to have an issue with my eyesight because there was in no way that this man was the one standing next to the car. He locked his ca
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