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
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