Thorne’s P.O.V For a second, I thought that I was tripping. It felt like those many cruel scenarios where everyone that I saw around me felt like Freya. It felt like my mind was playing tricks with me, but no! This time it was different. This time, I locked eyes with the same woman who almost made me lose my sanity after all plans to find her became futile. The same woman who made me become a version of myself because I couldn't find her. The only woman that my heart beats for. My mate, Freya. “Freya…” My voice was barely above a whisper, my eyes not leaving here and at the same time, confusion swamped my mind or was it one of those daydreams about her that held me in a chokehold? Something stirred within me. It was like a heat that escalated into a flame, threatening to consume me whole. My wolf stirred, but at the same time, something that had been buried deep inside of me, something more dangerous and far more primal awakened. “Freya…” I called out to her again
Thorne’s P.O.V Raze was on a mission to kill, destroy, and take what was his—Forcefully and mercilessly—and thankfully, I had ended up gaining control back of myself. I darted my eyes to Freya, whose chest fell and rose steadily as a tendril of hair fell across her face. Standing outside the door, the only sound that drummed in my heart was that of my heart beating in my chest. It felt so surreal. It felt like it was one of those many dreams where she was always cradled in my arms. But the difference now was that this wasn’t a dream. This was real. I had found her. Apart from the fact that she felt light in my arms, nothing much had changed about her appearance. Her hair color was now obsidian black and the more my eyes lingered on her face, the more my mind reeled with different questions that I was dying to ask her. What had happened that night at the dinner? How did she find herself in this world? How had she been living peacefully without me and most importantly
Freya’s P.O.V My half-lidded eyes managed to catch sight of the crystal chandeliers that hung from the lofty ceilings and at that moment, I felt a sharp pain in my head. A groan escaped my mouth, raw and hoarse while I placed a finger on my temple, feeling the way it pulsed. I didn’t know if it was minutes that passed, but I remained in that position on the bed when an image flashed through my mind. The image of a big werewolf towering over me, staring deep into my eyes with this murderous glint as the clawed fingers wrapped around my waist. That was the man whom I had been running from. Thorne Frost! My eyes flew open, and I sat upright immediately in this flurry of panic as my chest heaved up and down. I swiveled my gaze around the entire room and the more the memories flooded through my mind, the more the reality hit me that I had been captured by the same man that I had been running from. The man whose goal was to kill me as soon as he set eyes on me last night. His
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 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 bef
Freya’s P.O.V My half-lidded eyes managed to catch sight of the crystal chandeliers that hung from the lofty ceilings and at that moment, I felt a sharp pain in my head. A groan escaped my mouth, raw and hoarse while I placed a finger on my temple, feeling the way it pulsed. I didn’t know if it was minutes that passed, but I remained in that position on the bed when an image flashed through my mind. The image of a big werewolf towering over me, staring deep into my eyes with this murderous glint as the clawed fingers wrapped around my waist. That was the man whom I had been running from. Thorne Frost! My eyes flew open, and I sat upright immediately in this flurry of panic as my chest heaved up and down. I swiveled my gaze around the entire room and the more the memories flooded through my mind, the more the reality hit me that I had been captured by the same man that I had been running from. The man whose goal was to kill me as soon as he set eyes on me last night. His
Thorne’s P.O.V Raze was on a mission to kill, destroy, and take what was his—Forcefully and mercilessly—and thankfully, I had ended up gaining control back of myself. I darted my eyes to Freya, whose chest fell and rose steadily as a tendril of hair fell across her face. Standing outside the door, the only sound that drummed in my heart was that of my heart beating in my chest. It felt so surreal. It felt like it was one of those many dreams where she was always cradled in my arms. But the difference now was that this wasn’t a dream. This was real. I had found her. Apart from the fact that she felt light in my arms, nothing much had changed about her appearance. Her hair color was now obsidian black and the more my eyes lingered on her face, the more my mind reeled with different questions that I was dying to ask her. What had happened that night at the dinner? How did she find herself in this world? How had she been living peacefully without me and most importantly
Thorne’s P.O.V For a second, I thought that I was tripping. It felt like those many cruel scenarios where everyone that I saw around me felt like Freya. It felt like my mind was playing tricks with me, but no! This time it was different. This time, I locked eyes with the same woman who almost made me lose my sanity after all plans to find her became futile. The same woman who made me become a version of myself because I couldn't find her. The only woman that my heart beats for. My mate, Freya. “Freya…” My voice was barely above a whisper, my eyes not leaving here and at the same time, confusion swamped my mind or was it one of those daydreams about her that held me in a chokehold? Something stirred within me. It was like a heat that escalated into a flame, threatening to consume me whole. My wolf stirred, but at the same time, something that had been buried deep inside of me, something more dangerous and far more primal awakened. “Freya…” I called out to her again
Freya’s P.O.V Since that day, Alexandro had stopped talking to me and as if that weren’t worse, he had asked Hannah not to say a word to me and no matter how much I tried to get her to spill what had happened outside the bakery, the mission was nearly impossible. The security cameras contained no footage from the bakery during the time he had called me, which strongly suggested he had deleted the recordings. What could have happened that day? Why did he want me to move? Knowing the type of person Alexandro was, he wasn’t the type to be easily shaken by fear but that day, his voice trembled with fear and it seemed more like he was on the verge of panicking. Something was not adding up. However, I cleared my throat, quashing the thoughts that flooded through my mind before it could overwhelm me. I shouldn’t think about Alexandro and his shenanigans, I should focus on the real reason why I was here. The rivulets of rain beating hard against the roof of the umbrella fill
Freya’s P.O.V A giddy rush coursed through me as I reached for the black coat hanging from the rack. Just as I pulled the coat from the rack, my phone buzzed in my other hand and I set the coat back. It was Alexandro who was calling. A smile crossed my face at that moment, swiping through my screen before pressing the phone to my ears. “Hello, Alexandro…” The smile on my face faltered when the urgency and fear laced in his voice took me aback because what in the world was going on? Did something bad happen to him? “Where are you? I need you to remain wherever you are, and I don't want you coming to the bakery” He rushed while I raised a brow in confusion, running my hands through my hair. “Can you calm down and talk to me, and shouldn't you have left already? You told me that you would be leaving soon…is there anything wrong? Did something bad happen at the bakery or is this one of your pranks again?” With that same urgency in his voice, he responded. “Freya, you wou
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.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
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…
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