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 before we came to this confirmation. Congratulations once again” Seeing how serious he looked, the smile on my face vanished and my hands flew over my mouth as my lips slowly parted in shock. “What!” My mind raced as my heart kept thumping hard in my chest and different emotions crashed over me. My shoulders sagged and tears rushed into my eyes, pressing at the back of my eyelids as my mind drifted back to the conversation with Ann. She said that my womb was damaged. She said that I could never give birth anymore so how was this possible? This was nothing short of a miracle. Not one but four babies! But at that moment, when the image of Thorne popped up in my head, the building excitement swelling inside of me disappeared and darkness enveloped me. I was carrying his children. I should be excited. I mean, I was excited that maybe Ann made a mistake but knowing that I was carrying Thorne babies that would be taken from me as soon as I was done nurturing them caused my stomach to tie a knot. If my father ever found out that I was pregnant with Thorne’s children, then not only was he going to disown me but he was going to get rid of me. Plus I needed to go back to Tyson and Ariel to teach them a lesson. The only way I could leave this place was by hiding the truth about my pregnancy plus how was I sure that the doctor didn't make a mistake? Cold shivers ran down my spine as I squirmed in my seat and fixed my gaze directly on the doctor while forcing out a smile as I leaned forward. “Sir, would it possible to not please let Mr Thorne know anything about the news of the pregnancy…” The doctor cut in. “Why?” I swallowed hard. “I feel like there must be a mistake and…” I had barely completed my words when goosebumps spilled all over my body when a deep voice that reverberated off the walls, echoed through my ears, sending cold shivers down my spine. My heart turned cold in my chest as I slowly swung my head in the direction that the voice emanated. Piercing hazel irises raked over me before he locked eyes with mine, causing my heart to slam against my ribcage. Thorne stood at the door and seeing him for the second time caused my pulse to speed up as my lips parted in shock. There was a glint of confusion in his eyes as he reiterated. “Why does he have to keep it a secret from me?” I swallowed hard, tearing my gaze away from him while wishing that the ground could empty its contents and swallow me whole. It wasn't because I was scared that he had overheard our conversation, I was scared because of the way he looked at me. His eyes were invasive, deep, and dangerously beautiful. The doctor stood up, lowering his head before him. “I think that she is shocked. Finding out that she would be having four babies must have been overwhelming for her and…” Thorne raised his hand in halt and when he took a step forward, my heart raced like galloping horses. “I would like to hear from my breeder herself” His voice was low and menacingly cold, yet there was a flicker of something else in his eyes. Curiosity? Standing to my feet, I folded my hands behind me as fear gnawed at my insides. Thorne stalked towards me and before I knew what was happening, he was a step away from closing the space between us. As I glanced up at him, he said. “Did you think that I wasn't going to keep my promise of allowing you to leave after giving birth to the children?” I ducked my head, squeezing my eyes shut when the reality hit me that I had a history with stillborns. There was a high chance that Doctor Ann could have made a mistake and the cycle of my stillborns would continue. Blowing out a breath, my eyes flew open and I muttered. “It just seemed too good to be true” Thorne was about to speak when a blonde-haired woman with a pretty smile on her face strutted in. She was majestic, elegant, and extremely beautiful. Who was she? As she exchanged pleasantries with the doctor who treated her with respect, she stood next to Thorne, slipping her hand through his arm while he smiled. Like he smiled! When her gaze landed on me, her eyes lit up and she removed her hands from that of Thorne, took a step forward, closed the space between us, and swooned me in a hug. Almost suffocating me to death, Thorne stared at me with intense scrutiny like he was trying to read through me. In a matter of seconds, the woman cupped my face and kissed me on the cheeks. “Hi, I am Celeste” As confusion swamped my mind, I responded. “I am Fre…” Before I could complete my words, she said. “Freya Finnegan. I am Thorne’s Fiancee and he told me about you already. I was the one who made him choose a breeder. He never wanted something like that but he loves me too much to do everything for me” Then she took me aback when she bent slightly and pressed her head against my stomach. “I can feel my babies already” Only if she knew that they would be stillborn. Despite that sad reminder, her calling them her babies never made sense to me. They were mine and not her’s! “Your babies?” my voice was barely above a whisper. While I spoke, unease surged at the depth of my stomach because of Thorne’s eyes that shot lasers into my face. Glancing at him caused my heart to skip a bit as my stomach tied a knot. Why was he staring at me like he had murderous intent? Could he have discovered my identity already? Celeste pursed her lips slightly as she glanced at Thorne. “Angel, didn't you tell her that the babies would be ours?” Angel? Did she just call Thorne an Angel? He was more like a demon to me. Throne shifted his gaze from my face, flashing her a smile. “I did” Celeste then turned to look at me, cupping my face while beaming with a smile. “You have nothing to worry about darling. I will take good care of you and take care of the babies as well. We can call them our babies for now” I forced out a smile that didn't reach my eyes. “Yeah…” I couldn't wait to just leave this place! I was so uncomfortable here. She smiled at me. “Tomorrow is our wedding, I would like to invite you to our wedding and…” Before I could object, she quickly muttered. “ You can't say no. I want you to come to our wedding” She pinched me on the cheeks. Thorne seemed more like he wasn't having it but Celeste acting sweet made him accept. Only if he knew that I didn't want to come. I didn't want to be around him either. Celeste jolted me out of my thoughts. “Don't worry, I will send your clothes tomorrow. Please do attend, it will warm my heart” “Okay,” I forced out a smile. She waved at me as she grabbed Thorne’s hands. “See you tomorrow. Let’s go, baby” While they turned, the reality of my situation began to dawn on me as I stared at them in horror. Then Throne turned, shooting me a glare that made my heart skip a bit. For a second, fear gnawed at me then when he turned away, relief flooded through me because, in the end, the babies would be stillborn like always. I hated that I got excited about the pregnancy for a second and hated that I forgot about my sad fate. Anyway, it didn’t matter. What mattered was I would leave this place and never meet Thorne again.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
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
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
Freya’s P.O.V I sucked in a deep breath and then another before my eyes fluttered open, and I mustered the courage to knock on the door of Enzo’s room. Knocked once, and did it a second time, but there was no response. Frustration needled at me for a second, and it made me wonder if he was in there. The maid that I met on my way here had claimed that he was in. At that moment, my mind drifted back to Thorne and how he had told me to be careful around Enzo. But I would never understand the need to. Before Thorne showed me any kindness, Enzo was a nice person to me. He always brought me food, gave me fruits, and would listen to me rant. So, why did I have to be careful around him when it was obvious that he was going through something? Just as I raised my hand to knock the third time, the door suddenly opened, and I drew my hand back immediately. His hair was disheveled, and he ran his hands around his face, groaning. “What do you want?” I smiled. “Can I come in?” He threw h
Thorne’s P.O.VAfter leaving the field, Enzo and I went to visit Asher’s family alongside Heath. I didn't know what to make of the expression on his face but all I knew was that while we were there, he had his head lowered, not daring to look at Asher’s fiancee and his son. He couldn't even hold him in his hands. Only a guilty soul would do that. All of this further proved that he had something to do with it. I was now back home, discussing with Heath concerning Enzo and while we were speaking, I caught sight of Freya, and everything Heath had been saying faded into the background. My heart pounded hard against my chest and I called out to her. “Freya…”She stopped in her tracks, shooting me a quick glare before darting her eyes over to Enzo who lowered his head in reverence for her. She did the same and that was when I dismissed Heath. “Freya, what is this?”Her face contorted into a frown and before I could take a step, she turned on her heel. I stared at her in disbelief, runni
Thorne’s P.O.VI stood at the rim, calling Freya repeatedly, but she didn't answer and the one time she answered, she broke down over the phone. She sobbed, talking about how I had hated her, didn't trust her, and was pretending to love her. Freya screamed, reiterating the fact that she was different from her father. How she just wanted to live and how I had always done nothing but break her heart all the time. Honestly, I didn't know where all of this was coming from. I didn't even know if these words were caused by her random mood swings but the pain in her voice…It broke me.And worse, she didn't allow me to speak because she hung up on me and didn't answer any of my calls since that time. I was worried. Deeply worried. I was far from home and the thought of Freya in that broken state was unbearable. It made my heart twist in pain and…Heath broke my train of thought. I turned, my eyes drifting to the plastic evident bags that he gripped— the bag that contained small glass bot
Freya’s P.O.VThere was a decree that whoever was found with Silver poison had to be killed. I could only hope that whoever had it in their possession was found so that the senseless deaths that just spurred out of nowhere could end. Thorne would stop being stressed and when the war is over, we would finally have peace. I crouched before Isaac, meeting him at eye level as my mind drifted towards the priestess. She had made some prayers to the moon goddess and somehow, I had started regaining some bits of my memories from that night. Thorne and Enzo had claimed that a spell had been cast upon me to wipe out a part of my memory. Although, I hadn't believed but now that the priestess had stepped in, I could remember Reginald being there but what he had said was what I couldn't remember. He had been surrounded by some strange women, and just that image of him that flashed through my mind sent a shiver down my spine. Isaac broke my train of thought. “Mum, I am starving”My pupils dilat
Thorne’s P.O.VAnother silence stretched through the court, my eyes shifting to Alan who whimpered softly as he covered his mouth with his hands, blood slipping between his fingers.My mind drifted back to what the Elders said concerning the dangerous poison—Silver. Even though I knew what they were trying to say, I couldn't help but admit that Lycans don't react to the effect of Silver like that. While the moon goddess banned Silver for our kind, the chances that a Lycan could be the one distributing Silver were high. However, the one thing I would never understand was why Freya’s name was being dragged into this. It seemed to me like they hadn't learned their lesson after what I just did to Alan. I rolled my eyes, breaking the silence. “By mentioning Freya as the only Lycan in the kingdom, what are you trying to insinuate?” Elder Craig. “We are not trying to accuse her, but the people are already suspecting her. They also believe that she doesn't have your well-being at heart, a
Thorne’s P.O.VNo one had dared speak against me ever since I founded the Rogue Kingdom. They knew that speaking against my word or order meant death for them. But, the council of elders was here, ranting, and as much as I was seething with rage, I couldn’t say a single word. As if Asher’s death wasn’t worse, five different men were found dead and their bodies were disfigured just in the same way as Asher’s. Silver. They had all consumed a silver poison. At first, I had thought that Asher’s death was due to suicide—I mean everything was confusing. In the note that he had left, he had written about how he was fed up with everything and felt like he didn’t deserve his family. He had even sealed the note with his blood. I wanted to think that it was suicide, but with the bodies that were recently found, I would be too foolish to ignore the pattern. They couldn’t have committed suicide. This was murder. Someone in possession of Silver was sending a message to me. I wanted to point fi