Celeste It has been months since I gave Thorne space and the craziest stuff about all of this was that he had never called me since then. Only if Freya had died then, he would have missed me, called me back, and it wouldn't have been too long before I was back into his arms. However, with the way things were going, why did it seem like he would never reach out to me until I took a drastic step? I ran my hands through my hair frustratedly, shooting a glare at Sadie who drummed her fingers on her laptop. Since she was chasing a doctorate, she has been busy with this dumbass project she kept talking about instead of helping me with important issues—Like getting back the man who is mine. I rolled my eyes to the back, taking a sip of my coffee before clearing my throat. She adjusted her glasses, glancing up at me while returning my smile and I couldn't help but be glad that I had her attention as she shut the laptop. “What is it, Celeste? Do you need help with anything? Are
Thorne I hated that I was doing this but I had to. As long as it meant tormenting the Lycan King and capturing his daughter— I would join hands with my enemies. Alpha Alexandro, my childhood enemy and the biggest ally to the Lycan King. The expression on my face darkened as my jaw clenched and the gigantic oak doors that led to the dining hall opened. Alexandro stood at the far end of the table and slowly, his eyes locked onto mine and the smile on his face died. His jaw clenched and a smug smile crept through the corners of his mouth. “We meet again. The reason you called me here better be worth it because you have wasted my time already” I smirked as I walked toward the far end of the table, watching him step back to take his seat. “This is my castle,” I said, my voice low and assured. “I rule everything here—time included.” Alexandro rolled his eyes as I settled in my seat while he sat across from me, shooting lasers into my face as he twirled the table’s knife bet
Freya’s P.O.V Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, a shiver racing down my spine as goosebumps littered over my body. My eyes closed as Thorne pulled my hair to the side, delicately, and every feeling of his fingers brushing through my skin set my whole body on fire. This man had no idea about what he always did to me all the time. He had no idea how every touch of his spoke to my soul. I could feel the necklace around my neck as he leaned forward, his breath fanning my ears, causing heat to drift between my thighs as he drawled. “You can open your eyes” My eyes fluttered open immediately, my cheeks heating up as my fingers trailed the beautiful necklace. He stared at me with this sense of pride in his eyes, and his voice was low as he spoke. “Do you like them?” I turned, my fingers lingering on the necklace as I bobbed my head excitedly. “This is so beautiful. It is probably the most beautiful necklace that I have ever set eyes on” I glanced back at the mirror, still
Thorne Anger seeped through my veins, my gaze fixed on Alexandro who was talking to Freya. At that moment, one thing I knew was that I couldn't stand the way he looked at her, the way he stared at her, and the way he laughed. Every bit of it grated my nerves as my fingers squeezed into fists, my nails digging into my palm. However, at that moment, my eyes darted over to Freya and something about her struck me. With the way her body tensed, she didn't seem involved with what Alexandro was saying instead she had her gaze fixed somewhere else, her expression distant and unreadable. I followed the direction of her eyes and at that moment, my blood turned cold, and for a second, I wanted to think that I was having a problem with my eyesight because what was she doing here? What in the world was Celeste doing here? Who invited her? Slowly she turned her gaze toward me and a wicked smile crept at the corner of her mouth as she waved at me. “Hello, Thorne,” She mouthed. I t
Thorne Maybe I heard wrong. Maybe all of this was a nightmare because Freya wouldn’t lie to me. There is no way that she would turn out to be the Lycan Princess. Mixed emotions crashed over me—Anger, disbelief, confusion, and most importantly, fear—it lurked at the back of my mind for a reason that I couldn’t place. I tried so hard to process everything that Celeste had said. How she was the Lycan Princess, how she was sold by her ex-husband, and how she was rejected by her family. How she ended up being the daughter of the murderer whose family I wanted to wipe out. I wanted Celeste to tell me that none of this was real. I wanted to scream and yell at Celeste that all of this was a fucking lie, but the pictures said otherwise. The pictures of Freya and her family that scattered across the ground. There wasn’t a single smile on her face in those pictures. No warmth, no comfort, or a sign of a bond between them. It seemed more like she was the outcast as she had men
Freya’s P.O.V **After Five Years** The scent of warm bread and sweet pastries filled the entire bakery as I slid a tray of freshly baked Cinnamon rolls into the cooling rack and at that moment, a smile spread across my face as I removed the apron and heaved an exasperated sigh. I had received countless orders today and if it weren’t for my assistant, Hannah, I don't know what I would have done without her. “Hannah, I need to leave right now. I will be back in the next hour, can you handle all the work until I get back” I said, ticking the boxes in the notepad while pushing a lock of hair behind my ear. Hannah peeked from the backroom. “I doubt that I would be able to handle all the work with you gone. Everyone in the countryside comes to this bakery all the time…” Her cheeks heated up as she pouted while a light chuckle left my mouth. “I wouldn’t take too long and…” The bell above the door jingled, cutting through my words, and on thinking that it was another custome
Thorne’s P.O.V Empty— That was the perfect word to describe the current situation in my life. Actually, no, that was basically what my life was filled with now. Nothing but emptiness. Ever since Freya left, my life had remained frozen in time. Nothing made sense without her being around, and no matter how much I tried searching for her, I couldn’t find her. I had searched the ends of the earth for her. I turned the world upside down searching for her, yet all my efforts came to nothing. Alexandro, my long-time enemy turned friend, had helped in finding her, and he even went as far as checking if there was a high chance that she was captured by the Lycan King, but he had found nothing. I even waged war against everyone that I thought might have a hand in her disappearance, but all my attempts all led to a dead end. Like that, I had been stuck trying to unravel the mystery behind Freya’s disappearance and the memories of her that I couldn’t let go. I wasn’t sane anymor
Freya’s P.O.V “Bye…” The quadruplets waved from the school bus window while I blew them a kiss, watching their bus until it disappeared around the corner. As soon as they left, anxiety crept at the back of my neck while hoping that they enjoyed the rest of their days in school like the first one. I also hoped that Iris would be able to connect with her friends at school. After hearing about the difficulties she faced on the first day in school, I spoke to her teacher, who assured me that she would address the situation with the girl who had made Iris feel left out. I trusted that with some guidance, Iris would find her place and feel more at ease this year. She also promised to invite the girl’s parents, and I couldn’t help but wish that things would go on well. Heaving an exasperated sigh, I turned, and my heart almost leaped into my throat as I was startled by a playful voice behind me. “Boom!” Placing my hand on my chest in a bid to steady my breathing, I whipped a
Freya’s P.O.V I was terrified. Completely terrified. I didn't know how to make sense of the situation at hand and most importantly, how in the world was someone who was announced dead for months suddenly found. And by being found— Her body. They said she passed away in an unfortunate fire accident, only for her body to be found around her father’s territory. Rumor had it that the sight of her was nothing short of grotesque. Some even claimed that it seemed more like she had undergone some sort of torture and some mentioned that vultures had begun feasting on her remains. Just the mere thought of that was horrific, and it sent a shiver down my spine, knowing that Celeste had been alive all this while. However, some speculations spread around. Some pointed hands to the neighboring packs to be the ones behind Celeste’s death. Some accused Thorne because he had the best motive for wanting her dead, which was genuinely stupid. After all, I knew that he had nothing to do w
Celeste’s P.O.V“Salmon” My voice was barely above a whisper and I slowed down the way I scraped the walls with my fingers when the realization of what was about to happen dawned on me. Salmon.My greatest nightmare. Now, he was about to test me with it? Shit. My heart turned cold in my chest and fear gnawed at me as I swallowed the heavy lump that formed in my throat. Different thoughts plagued my mind concerning what to do and how to go about it. There was no way out. If I ate Salmon, I was going to die. The last time that I ate it was years back and that time, the doctors had said that it was a miracle that I didn't lose my life. However, he had given me this warning that if I ate it again, then the obvious would be inevitable.If I ate the fish, Nigel would believe that I have a mental illness but at what cost? Eating it would lead to my death and not eating it would lead to the same as well. “That cunning bastard” I muttered through gritted teeth, my fingers curling into fi
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