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 forced to squeeze my eyes shut, trying to wake up from the nightmare that I found myself in. It had to be a nightmare because how in the world did I get here? My nose flared at that moment because what was this horrible stench? Amidst the sharp pain in my head, memories that caused the pain to intensify rushed into my head like a flood and that was when it felt like my heart stopped and the hostile environment that I found myself in faded in the background. Just after I got the harsh news about never being able to bear a child again, I caught Tyson and Ariel fucking each other on our matrimonial bed and……… Those bastards attempted to kill me! But wait for a second, if they attempted to kill me, then could they have succeeded, and does it mean that I was dead? Could I have crossed to the afterworld and was this Hell? But I was a good person throughout my entire lifetime so what was I doing in hell? This didn't make any sense because how in the world did I go from having a flower vase shattered on my head to find myself amid women with hands and feet bound? Swallowing the heavy lump that formed in my throat, my heart almost jumped out of my chest when a man with dirty blonde hair hit the bars with his rod. He snarled. “If I hear a fucking whimper or wince in here, I would kill you all” At that moment, the reality around me hit me. While some women were crying, some had dried tears on their cheeks and different thoughts coursed through my mind. Could all of this be a prank? Maybe everything that happened with Tyson and Ariel was a prank and they put on that show to prepare me for a greater surprise. Maybe this whole show of inhumane activities was also part of the prank. Before the man could leave, I yelled. “Excuse me, I demand to know what is going on here and why am I here? Is this some sort of a prank?” He stopped in his tracks, staring at me with amusement glinting in his eyes before his upper lips curled. “Prank?” I nodded, anxiety creeping at the back of my neck for a reason that I couldn't place. All of a sudden, he burst into a peal of hysterical laughter, and all the other cruel men wearing the same uniform as him joined him in the laughter. I mustered the courage and said. “Yes, isn’t this whole event a prank? Tyson……” I called, my voice reverberating through the cold walls. He clicked his tongue in his mouth. “Delusional being, this isn’t a prank and you have been sold to us by your ex-husband!” I froze momentarily, his words echoing through my mind and slowly, my lips wobbled. “Ex-husband?” He nodded. “Yes!” At that moment, the reality hit me that I had been sold into a human trafficking ring and two things were bound to happen, it was either I got trafficked as a sex slave or I had my organs harvested. As dread washed over me, I screamed at the top of my lungs. “No!” “Tyson and Ariel” I muttered through gritted teeth. Those two sold me off to this deathhouse because they were scared that I was going to expose their secrets. How could they do this to me? Most importantly, how could Tyson do something like this to me? It wasn’t enough that he cheated on me, he dared to sell me off to some crazy people who would surely assault me and in the end kill me and toss my body to the wild beast to devour. Just the thoughts caused my stomach to churn and my fear intensified when a woman who had the color drained on her face was pushed inside as she fell to the ground. A man yelled outside the cell. “Why can’t you do your job properly? This isn’t the woman that he wants!” Woah! They were already picking women to be used for their sexual satisfaction— I presumed. However, on the bright side, there was a high chance that I might never be chosen since men hardly found me attractive and…….. My train of thought was broken when the dirty blonde-haired man from earlier, barged into the cell, loosening the rope around my wrist and feet before he grabbed me by the wrist, forcing me up. Fear clawed at my throat and with a shaky voice, I stuttered. “W-Where are you taking me to? Leave me alone, now!” I struggled to free myself from his firm grip as I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Leave me alone, you bastard, and take your filthy hands off me” The last thing that I wanted was to be touched by these men. All I wanted was to disappear and wake up from this nightmare. Why was my life filled with a lot of turmoil? Why do I have to leave one problem just to jump in another? All of a sudden, he landed a slap across my cheeks that whipped my head to the side and knocked the air out of my lungs. His eyes darkened and the rage in his eyes sent shivers down my spine I could be weak but the last thing that I wanted was for these filthy men to take advantage of me or sell me into a trafficking ring. I would rather die than withstand this nonsense. I should have died when Tyson and Ariel broke flower vases on my head. I should have died right from my mother’s womb. “You had better kill me now because I wouldn’t be going in with you” I yelled right to his face and he grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved me right to the ground. At that moment, a middle-aged man came inside and he roared. “What is going on here……” The dirty blonde-haired man turned to look at him, only to be slapped across the cheeks as he pulled his head and whispered something into his ears. Staring at the two of them in fear, I watched as the blonde-haired man's eyes widened in fear as he fixed his gaze on me. The middle-aged man approached me and the hostility in his voice sent shivers down my spine. “You would come with us now!” I yelled at him. “No, never!” A smile crept at the corner of his lips and my eyes widened when he brought out a syringe. “You would leave me no option than this……….” “Hold her!” He barked and at that moment, the blonde-haired man held me and despite my struggle, my vision became blurry and weakness overtook me when the syringe pierced into my neck. *** My eyes fluttered open slowly and the fresh scent of lavender filled my nostrils. With blurred vision, my gaze fell on some women dressed in white clothing, massaging my feet and oiling my skin. The events of earlier replayed in my head and this time, I wasn’t scared nor fazed because it was now glaring that I was dead like I wanted. I was now in heaven. Cold air gushed through my skin and everything that I felt was heavenly and most importantly, when warm hands pressed on my forehead. “Are you awake?” As a small smile played on my lips, I sat upright and nodded. “Yes” However, when my cheeks stung, I snapped out of my fantasy and rubbed my hands on my eyes.“Excuse me, can I know where I am?” I muttered under my breath. I could barely speak out loud because I was weak as hell and at that moment, a woman walked towards me with a smile on her face. “Congratulations” I raised a brow in confusion. “Congratulations?” “Yes, congratulations on being selected as the Rogue King’s Breeder” At first, I had to glance behind me to be sure that the person she was referring to was behind me because it couldn’t be me! “I am sure that there is a mistake somewhere” I jumped out of the comfy bed and I had barely taken a single step when my gaze landed on the portrait that was hung on the wall. At first, I had to rub my hands on my eyes to be sure that I was seeing right because there was no way that I was in Thorne’s room, the cruel Rogue King— My father’s enemy. Thorne Frost, the cruel Rogue King ruled with an iron fist. He was young and yet, he held the world in his palm and made everyone do his bidding. The only person that never succumbed to his intimidation was my father and that was when the Cold War between them started. Thorne gave him sleepless nights both in the werewolf world and the business world. It got so bad that my father banned the members of his kingdom from ever having anything to do with anyone from Thorne’s territory. Death Penalty. The maids encircled me, ready to continue what they were doing when I rushed towards the door, ready to escape this nightmare. I had hardly gotten to the door when the door opened and my eyes met with those hazel eyes that looked like a storm raged inside and the dark aura that swirled around him sent shivers down my spine. His raven black hair, his sharp jawline, and his face screams perfection as his gaze singed right into my face, setting my whole body on fire. He took a step forward and my heart turned cold. He was breathtakingly handsome, smelt dangerous, and looked like he was shrouded by darkness. I swallowed when the reality hit me that if he ever finds out that I was his enemy’s daughter then one thing was going to happen. He was going to kill me since he held another different kind of hate for people related to my father. All of this had to be a nightmare because not only was I selected to be Thorne’s breeder, but how in the world would I become a breeder when the doctor told me that my womb was damaged?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
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 “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