Freya’s P.O.VI should have known that Thorne didn’t only want me at his house here because he wanted to spend time with me and the children, I should have known that it meant more than this. Thorne was a bibliophile and I would never be able to process how someone could be crazy about books. And he would never stop until we all fell in love with reading books. The quadruplets hadn’t caught a break since we arrived here. He was always excited to read children's books to them, and they seemed to be loving it. —I was a contrast with Thorne. I never read the quadruplets bedtime stories. It seemed too much of a hassle for me. I was convinced that only a goodnight kiss was enough for them but with what Thorne has been doing, it has proven that I was wrong. As if that weren’t enough, he was a pretty good artist. I had never felt untalented my whole life. I could hear the birds chirping away in the distance, the blend of floral scents filling the air as I sat on the bench in the garden
Thorne’s P.O.V Was this the beginning of our happy ending? I wished that it was but with Reginald and his coven of witches lurking behind the shadows, our happy ending was far from reality. He had been silent since I had rescued my men. But one thing I have learned over the years was that silence was dangerous and concerning a man who had the belief that I had killed his cousin, I needed to be careful— Extremely careful. Only the moon goddess knew what was coming up next or what he was planning. Irrespective of what it was, I was prepared. On the other hand, the Lycan King had launched a war against me, and he had one goal in mind—To wipe me off the surface of the earth. Maybe I should have never released Quinn and Cole since he cared about them more than he cared about his daughter. I should have killed them when I had the chance. But Freya held me back from doing certain things. However, it didn’t matter anymore. The Lycan King was the one who started the war,
Freya’s P.O.VI didn’t know how long I had been knocked out, but by the time I regained consciousness, my eyes opened to blurry visions of firefighters. The constant screams for Ethan, the sobs, and the hands nudging me to wake up. For a second, confusion swamped my mind, but then the memories flooded through my head. The fireworks, the explosion, and most importantly, the fact that Ethan was stuck in that house because he had gone to bed early. Panic bled through my veins and I got to my feet, pain lancing through me with every step that I took. “Ethan…” My voice was barely above a whisper. Before I could take another step, fingers wrapped around my arm and Enzo pulled me back immediately. “You can’t go near the fire…”A scream rippled from my throat and I shouted at him. “Leave me alone. What right do you have to touch me and…” Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision further. “My son is stuck in that house, and you are trying to hold me back” Sobs racked through my body,
Freya’s P.O.VNever in my wildest imagination did I imagine finding myself back in Thorne’s castle. But here I was, starting all over again and trying so hard to not think about the huge loss that I had encountered over my businesses. Thorne had promised to make it up to me, but his sweet words could never fill the huge void that was in my heart. Aside from that, the quadruplets were having a hard time adapting to this place and even though I had tried so hard to hide the other part of them, nothing could be hidden here.They managed to see some warriors shifting into their wolf forms, and it has been nightmares upon nightmares since that time. It took weeks to make them understand that they weren’t humans and that when they got older, they would shift. Emma thought that it was cool. Isaac said it was absurd. Ethan couldn’t wait to become older and shift. Ivy, on the other hand, wasn’t having any of this and constantly cried to return home. With time, they would adjust to this pla
Freya “I am sorry to say this but you can’t bear a child again because your womb has been greatly damaged” My lips parted in shock as his words echoed through my mind. Time slowed down and it felt like the whole room was spinning with the doctor's words fading in the background. No, it had to be that my hearing was impaired or maybe this was a nightmare. The pack’s doctor snapped me out of my thoughts. “Luna Freya, are you even listening?” Staring deep into her eyes, the reality of what was happening weighed in on me, causing dread to settle at the pit of my stomach as tears rushed into my eyes and my hands flew over my mouth. “No!” A scream tore from my lips. Today was the day that I was supposed to be discharged from the hospital and I came to ask her to know when I could start trying for a child again because, for the fourth time, my baby died in my womb— A stillborn. I wiped off my tears with the back of my hands, shaking my head slowly. “Five years of tryin
Freya’s P.O.V I could hear voices. Hostile Voices. Voices that seemed to be laced with dread. My eyes fluttered open and a groan escaped my lips when pain sliced through my head like a knife. The horrendous and putrid smell assaulted my nostrils and the screams, and cusses from tiny and sharp edges voices caused me to jerk back to reality. Swiveling my gaze around the entire place, I tried so hard to wrap my head around what the hell was going on and most importantly, what was I doing there. Women with disheveled hair, and specks of dust on their faces filled without enthusiasm. My drowsy eyes flickered to their hands and that was the moment my heart pounded in my chest and I snapped out of my drowsiness. My eyes widened, almost bulging out of their sockets in shock when I noticed that their wrists were bound as well as their legs and to worsen it, I was in the same situation as them. Dread settled at the pit of my stomach as fear clogged my throat. I was fo
Thorne’s P.O.V My heart skipped a bit as soon as my eyes met hers. Towering over the petite woman who stood before me, her brown eyes glinting with fear as her shoulders sagged and she shuddered, retracting her step with every step that I took towards her. The maids trotted out of the room with their heads lowered, leaving me with a dark brown-haired woman who looked more like she could crumble to the ground any moment from now. Staring intently at her while studying her with eyes devoid of emotion, I was beginning to doubt if she was a powerful Lycan like I was told. The more I stared at her, the more I noticed that she wasn’t special in any way. Lycans were known to have this powerful aura around them and that was the major reason I hated their guts! But as for her, she looked timid, and scared and I was about to send her back to the dungeon when my gaze landed on the inked inscription around her wrist that read ‘Tierra’ meaning earth in Spanish. Only the powerfu
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
Freya’s P.O.VNever in my wildest imagination did I imagine finding myself back in Thorne’s castle. But here I was, starting all over again and trying so hard to not think about the huge loss that I had encountered over my businesses. Thorne had promised to make it up to me, but his sweet words could never fill the huge void that was in my heart. Aside from that, the quadruplets were having a hard time adapting to this place and even though I had tried so hard to hide the other part of them, nothing could be hidden here.They managed to see some warriors shifting into their wolf forms, and it has been nightmares upon nightmares since that time. It took weeks to make them understand that they weren’t humans and that when they got older, they would shift. Emma thought that it was cool. Isaac said it was absurd. Ethan couldn’t wait to become older and shift. Ivy, on the other hand, wasn’t having any of this and constantly cried to return home. With time, they would adjust to this pla
Freya’s P.O.VI didn’t know how long I had been knocked out, but by the time I regained consciousness, my eyes opened to blurry visions of firefighters. The constant screams for Ethan, the sobs, and the hands nudging me to wake up. For a second, confusion swamped my mind, but then the memories flooded through my head. The fireworks, the explosion, and most importantly, the fact that Ethan was stuck in that house because he had gone to bed early. Panic bled through my veins and I got to my feet, pain lancing through me with every step that I took. “Ethan…” My voice was barely above a whisper. Before I could take another step, fingers wrapped around my arm and Enzo pulled me back immediately. “You can’t go near the fire…”A scream rippled from my throat and I shouted at him. “Leave me alone. What right do you have to touch me and…” Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision further. “My son is stuck in that house, and you are trying to hold me back” Sobs racked through my body,
Thorne’s P.O.V Was this the beginning of our happy ending? I wished that it was but with Reginald and his coven of witches lurking behind the shadows, our happy ending was far from reality. He had been silent since I had rescued my men. But one thing I have learned over the years was that silence was dangerous and concerning a man who had the belief that I had killed his cousin, I needed to be careful— Extremely careful. Only the moon goddess knew what was coming up next or what he was planning. Irrespective of what it was, I was prepared. On the other hand, the Lycan King had launched a war against me, and he had one goal in mind—To wipe me off the surface of the earth. Maybe I should have never released Quinn and Cole since he cared about them more than he cared about his daughter. I should have killed them when I had the chance. But Freya held me back from doing certain things. However, it didn’t matter anymore. The Lycan King was the one who started the war,
Freya’s P.O.VI should have known that Thorne didn’t only want me at his house here because he wanted to spend time with me and the children, I should have known that it meant more than this. Thorne was a bibliophile and I would never be able to process how someone could be crazy about books. And he would never stop until we all fell in love with reading books. The quadruplets hadn’t caught a break since we arrived here. He was always excited to read children's books to them, and they seemed to be loving it. —I was a contrast with Thorne. I never read the quadruplets bedtime stories. It seemed too much of a hassle for me. I was convinced that only a goodnight kiss was enough for them but with what Thorne has been doing, it has proven that I was wrong. As if that weren’t enough, he was a pretty good artist. I had never felt untalented my whole life. I could hear the birds chirping away in the distance, the blend of floral scents filling the air as I sat on the bench in the garden
Celeste Thorne might have put in protective measures to stop me from following Freya and the quadruplets but that doesn't mean that I would put a halt to my plan. “Alpha Nigel” The name rolled off my tongue as I stood on the pathway that led to the gigantic packhouse surrounded with golden lights and the trees that seemed to stretch endlessly. Mist covered the whole place and at that moment, my mind drifted to how I had pleaded with my father to please set up an appointment with Alpha Nigel. He knew Alpha Nigel but at the same time, he didn't want me to have anything to do with him. Although I had lied to him that the reason I wanted to meet Alpha Nigel was because of a business idea that could benefit both packs, he blatantly refused. It took a whole lot of pleas, and disturbance before he helped me in setting up an appointment with him. The phone was pressed to my ears as my dad’s voice filled my ear. “The reason I listened to your plea is because you said it would benefit the
Celeste’s P.O.V My heart scudded hard because of the intense emotions that crashed over me. I was losing my mind. I felt helpless and as much as I wanted to follow Freya and the quadruplets, the fear of Thorne getting rid of me held me back. If he had given the instruction for me to be killed, then it was going to happen because he wasn’t the type to change his mind so easily. But, that wasn’t even what bothered me right now, what bothered me was why in the world has Quin and Cole not gotten back to me yet. It has been two weeks since they promised to give me feedback from the Lycan King. Yet, so much had happened between that time frame. Ryle had left. Not like we had divorced. He had given me space for a while pending the time I got my shit back together. I paced back and forth, raking my hair while wondering why Quinn and Cole hadn’t gotten back to me yet. What was going on? Could chances be that they didn’t trust me or could they have forgotten that I had requested a me
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