Thorne Anger, rage, and fury— These emotions threatened to consume me with every minute that my fingers wrapped around her wrist but no matter how much I tried, I just couldn’t find myself getting mad at her. It wasn’t working. As soon as the massive doors to the room opened, my fingers left her wrist and I turned, giving her a blank stare. A growl rumbled from my chest as I raked my hands through my hair frustratedly. “What was going on there?” She pursed her lips slightly. “What do you mean?” I raised a brow, frustration clawing up my throat because the way she was acting clueless pushed me to a point where it felt like I was losing my mind. “If it were someone else, both the guard and the one who had dared to defy my order would have all ended up dead. But because it is you, my hands are tied, and it is driving me crazy” I almost yelled. Freya chewed the insides of her mouth, her eyes widening with feigned innocence. “Really? Was there an order like that? I had no idea…” A
Celeste’s P.O.V I had dreamt of the love of my life again and no matter how much I tried to reach him, someone kept pulling him farther away from me. I jolted awake, because of the sound of clanking keys that echoed down my ears. My eyes fluttered open only to see the guard crouching before me. His eyes were devoid of emotion as the handcuffs clicked open, releasing my bruised skin. A groan escaped me and at the same time, relief flooded through me. The guard grabbed me by the arm, helping me to my feet. “You have just ten minutes to do your business, change your clothes, and return to your previous position” “Don't even think about shifting. That is the warning from Alpha Nigel…” ‘Alpha Nigel’ That cursed name made my stomach tie a knot in fear and despite how weak I was, I managed to yank his hands off me, shooting him a glare. “I would love to change my clothes here, I don't have the strength to walk” My voice was almost gone. “That wouldn't happen. You should stick to th
Freya’s P.O.VThe Bakery— That was the only thing that popped into my head.I missed it.I missed Hannah, Elsie, and the fun that came with running a business. They must be confused about my sudden disappearance. I couldn't wait to run it again even though my dad had ruined the business and caused me a great loss. His act wouldn't deter me from bringing it back to life again. Aside from that, I would be ignorant to not acknowledge the success the bakery had brought me. I was sure that I could recreate it if everything was back to normal. However, with the current war going on, my dreams were mere flickers, drowned by the vast sea. The only way my dreams would be executed and brought to life was if peace was restored. But with the things that have been happening, I doubted that would be happening soon. I was jolted out of my reverie when Emma’s sharp—rather excited scream made me dart my eyes towards her. She launched herself into the air, jumping on the trampoline. “Watch me mu
Freya’s P.O.VFor a second, I wanted to settle with the fact that there was a high chance Ivy was having a nightmare because she was still finding it difficult to settle in this place. But, when she mentioned the color of Bellona’s fur—red—I knew that she wasn’t having a nightmare. She had spoken the truth because as far as I could remember, I had always admired the sisters fur and most importantly, Bellona’s own. For someone who hardly shifted in the open except under the moonlight, it meant that Ivy knew what she was saying. Fire surged at the pit of my stomach, my fingers curling into fists and at that moment, the only thing I saw was red. How dare she?“Stop!” I shouted as the guards came to a halt while the maids who lingered around were quick to take the quadruplets inside. With every step that I took towards Bellona, the storm of fury that brewed within me intensified. Bellona turned, her eyes meeting mine as the small smile on her face morphed into a smirk that did nothin
Freya’s P.O.VThere was still that burning rage that lingered inside of me, threatening to consume me like wildfire. I could never just comprehend how evil and twisted Bellona was, for her to be able to do that to my baby. At the same time, guilt made my stomach tie a knot, and it wrecked me that Ivy had to go through all of that alone. I felt so bad that it made me feel like I had failed her. She would always cry every night before bed, begging to sleep in the room Thorne and I shared. Sometimes she was allowed. Sometimes she wasn't. I had never imagined that such a horrific act was happening behind my back and the fact that Ivy went through something as terrifying as that made my heart twist in pain. She must have been dying to tell Thorne and me but Bellona’s threat must have kept her silent, trapping her in a world of nightmares that Bellona had created. “That witch” I muttered through gritted teeth, quickly dashing the tear that tracked down my face with my thumb. I blew ou
Thorne’s P.O.VI blew out a breath, propping against the stone countertop in the wine cellar. With a hand resting on the surface, I leaned forward, pouring myself a drink as my mind drifted to Enzo. The recent pressure from work and the war with the Lycan King had been so overwhelming for him, but that wasn’t the problem. He was bothered about the human that he had fallen in love with because while we were on a mission to save our men from Reginald, he had spotted her again. Not spotted. He stalked her. I mean, she was married. Why would he be so obsessed with her after everything that has happened between them?Aside from that, he had taken a week’s break in a bid to focus on his mental health and put the whole stress from the war behind him. I clicked my tongue, swirling the amber liquid before raising the stemmed glass to my mouth. “How does one fall in love with a human?” I thought to myself. All of a sudden, I was jolted out of my thoughts when the door creaked open. Confusio
Freya’s P.O.VChills. That was all I felt, and I didn’t know which was more terrifying—The fact that my life flashed before my eyes or the grotesque sight of Bellona’s lifeless body and, worse, the unblinking and soulless eyes that stared back at me. It all happened so fast that I couldn’t grasp the whole situation. Unease rose to choke me as my stomach tied a knot. Thorne straightened, slipping the hair that fell on his face to the back as he tossed the blood-stained knife to the floor and muttered a curse word. Slowly, he whipped his head towards me, concern replacing the dangerous glint in his eyes as he rushed towards me. “Are you okay?” His hands brushed through my arm, but I could never take my eyes off the dead eyes that kept staring at me. Her death was satisfactory yet, it also terrified me. I had never expected to witness something as horrifying as this. I stammered. “She…keeps…staring at me” My voice was barely above a whisper. Thorne turned, a wicked smile creeping
Celeste’s P.O.VI stared into space, the whistling sound of the knives that flew past my ear triggered the senses in my head. One of the knives sliced a strand of my hair before it hit the board behind me with a sharp thud. Despite this show of madness that had been incorporated into my daily routine, I didn't budge. I had gotten used to the constant torture and humiliation so bad that I couldn't wait to die. I had lost all hope, and there was no escape from this nightmare that Nigel had created for me. Ropes bounded my wrist, leaving an aching pain that I had now gotten accustomed to. Worse, he made sure that my body was bound in black tape until it stopped above my thigh. I remained on my knees, my fingers curling into fists as the horrendous sound of the violin being played almost made my ears bleed. His daughter’s birthday was in the next five days and to surprise her, he was learning how to play the violin since it was her favorite musical instrument. Despite his hours of pra
Thorne I was about to turn when something sparkling hidden between gravel stones caught my attention. My wolf growled, clawing at the surface of my skin, but curiosity got the best part of me. I brushed past Nigel without hesitating, crouching down while staring at the shimmery stone under the scintillating sunlight. Nigel’s voice filled my ears, grating on my nerves. “Is there a problem?”I ignored him and tossed the gavels aside while removing what had caught my attention. I straightened, staring at the hairpin that had been covered with dirt, and at that moment, memories flooded through my mind. It was during the light festival years back. Before the festival ceased, it was customary to always give gifts during the festival and if I could remember vividly, I had this hairpin made for someone whose memories were starting to fade. To someone whose name was nothing but a mere torment now. Celeste. This was hers. The hairpin adorned with Swarovski crystals and a tiny diamond in t
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