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 triplets…” 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
Thorne’s P.O.V I furrowed my brows in confusion, focusing intently on Celeste as I struggled to make sense of her words because no matter how much I tried, her words remained utterly baffling. Seduction? Where? How? Celeste snapped me out of my reverie, smacking her palms together as laughter erupted from her mouth, tears brimming in her eyes while I took a step back away from Freya who was equally confused as I was. “Scaredy cat. It was just a joke” She sauntered towards Freya while pulling her in a tight embrace. My gaze lingered on Freya who remained stiff in Celeste’s embrace. Freya’s eyes met mine in that fleeting moment before she quickly averted her gaze but as my mind drifted back to Celeste, a thought nudged at the back of my mind. That glint in her eyes when she accused Freya. It wasn't a joke! It was real. With the way things have been going on between Celeste and me and how she has been showing me different sides of her, that was a total contrast to th
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 I shuddered, the grotesque image of Kate’s lifeless body flashing in my mind. No matter how much I tried to lock those memories into the furthest corners of my heart, that taunting image never left. How could someone be that cruel and most importantly, how could the moon goddess mate me with someone as despicable as Thorne? How he even had a soft spot for Celeste was something that I couldn’t wrap my head around. Celeste was too nice and soft to be engaged to that man. It seemed more like he had a soft spot for those that he took as family. Since I was carrying his children, he must have taken that as a justifiable reason to do something so horrible as that to Kate. My eyes fluttered open while I tried to put those horrible thoughts behind me. I sucked in a deep breath, pushing the gigantic doors to the library open while shutting it closely behind me, pulling the lock. I couldn’t risk Thorne coming in here because this was now like my personal space since peopl
Celeste’s P.O.V As soon as Thorne left the room while Rayna was dragged out by the guards, I exhaled sharply, my heart pounding beneath my palms as my chest heaved up and down while I tried to steady my breathing. I couldn’t believe that Thorne had fallen for my lies. And most importantly, how could everything almost go wrong? If I hadn’t played smart as soon as I found out what was going on, there was a high chance that things would have turned gory between Thorne and me. I slumped on the couch behind me, anger coursing through my veins as my eyes fluttered open while my mind drifted back to when my maid, Barbara, had rushed into my room to tell me about what was going on. She had told me how Kate and Rayna picked on Freya and how Thorne happened to have witnessed the scene and in anger, he had strangled Kate to death and now, he was coming for me since Rayna exposed me already. When she gave me that life-saving information, I knew that I needed to act fast. It
Thorne’s POV Anger simmered in my veins, my gaze following Freya until she disappeared from my sight. As soon as she was out of view, I heaved a sigh of relief, fixing my gaze back to the girls who stood before me, cowering in fear. “T–Thank you” The brunette-haired girl muttered while the other girl whose eyes were still squeezed shut trembled in fear. “Thank you?” I reiterated, causing her to raise her head as she exchanged fleeting glances with the other girl, whose eyes had now fluttered open. “What are you thanking me for? For the fact that I listened to your lies?” My eyes darkened and slowly, my fingers curled into fists. Earlier, I went on a run around the mountain side and that was when I spotted Freya around the garden, watching her closely with my wolf tingling in excitement until the moment was ruined by the two witches who decided to bully her. How dare they bully the mother of my children? Were they not scared? One of the girls broke my train of tho
Freya’s P.O.V It was a beautiful day and most importantly, a week of having not ever set eyes on Thorne, and to think that there might be a high chance that I would never set eyes on him made excitement bubble deep within me. My fingers brushed through the silk-like flowers, spinning around while thunder rumbled through the sky. I paused mid-spin, glancing up at the sky that was beginning to darken, while my brows furrowed in confusion because how did the sky just change now? It was about to rain, and I needed to get back to my quarters as fast as possible. However, while I turned, ready to take to my heels, my heart dropped to my toes when I caught sight of Rayna and Kate—the two girls who had bullied me—strolling towards me with a rueful smile creeping at the corners of their mouth. Just the smile on their face showed that they were here for nothing but trouble, and that was the last thing they would be getting from me. It was appalling that they hadn’t learned t
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.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
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
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 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