Freya’s P.O.VIt has been years since I had a peaceful night's sleep. Probably before my mum had died. I stirred awake, my eyes fluttering open and the warmth that I felt at that moment, couldn't be explained. With half-lidded eyes, my eyes locked onto the hazel eyes that stared back at me with nothing but admiration in them. For a second, I thought that I was dreaming, and a smile spread through my face and I felt his fingers brush through my face, stroking my hair gently. All of a sudden, something snapped within me and all the memories from last night rushed through my mind—Thorne. The sex. How he had sunk his fangs into my neck and marked me as his. My eyes widened in shock and this time, I had a clearer look at his face as he propped himself on one elbow. “Good morning, Nini…” He took a tendril of hair that fell on my face and tucked it behind my ears. Slowly, my fingers fluttered to the spot around my neck, and a gasp escaped me when he leaned closer to me and planted soft
Thorne’s P.O.V“Celeste went into labor this morning, she lost the baby”I froze, the sound of clanking keys stopping at the same time. I had just seen her a few hours ago. Enzo’s voice snapped me out of my reverie. “Are you still there? Did you hear what I said about Celeste?”I shrugged, my brows knitting together. “I heard. I don't care. Wait for a second, why are you telling me about this? What has that got to do with me?”“I know that she has done plenty of bad things but in the end, she is still the same person that you were once in love with…”I rolled my eyes to the back, anger slowly flaring within me and if it weren't for the fact that the children were around here, I would have lashed out at him. Trying to rein my anger in, I forced out a smile that didn't reach my eyes, waving at Emma who called out to me.Enzo gasped over the phone. “Dad?”“Are you with Freya? When can I meet with my nephews and nieces? Do they look like me?”I scoffed. “You seem to be forgetting that we
Freya’s P.O.VDespite the turn in things, I was still haunted by everything that he did— His words, his actions, and most importantly, the fact that he could ruin our friendship like that. Irrespective of the fact that Thorne came back into my life by spreading warmth to it, there was still something about Alexandro that bugged me. Maybe it was the extent of his betrayal that made it so hard for me to get rid of him in my mind. That had to be it. I pushed the door to the bakery open and Hannah rushed towards me with a smile on her face. Regardless of the expression of joy boldly written on her face, I saw the way her eyes piqued with curiosity, like she was dying to ask me questions. I knew that she was probably curious about Thorne, but then, she took me aback when she didn't ask me anything about him. “You said we will be having a feast soon? You said that the other time”A gasp escaped me, and that was when it hit me that I had forgotten about it. “Oh my goodness…” My words tr
Thorne’s P.O.VThe smile on my face fell, her voice laced with panic ringing down my ears. “She is back, and she wants to take the babies away from me…” Her voice croaked over the phone. For a second, confusion swamped my mind. “Freya, what are you talking about?”“Celeste!” As soon as that name registered in my mind, anger flared in my chest and my wolf growled within me. My eyes darkened and in that split moment, the warning from the priestess flashed through my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. “What?”“Are you sure about what you are saying?”“Yes, the teacher said she came to the school posing as their aunt…she could have taken them, Thorne. I am losing my mind right now…”The more she spoke, the more rage fueled within me and I blurted out. “Has Celeste gone mad?”All of a sudden, the voice that sounded behind me took me aback, and I pulled the phone away from my ears, turning to look at who it was. Lo and behold, it was the devil herself, Celeste. “I haven't gone mad, I
Freya’s P.O.VWhat did that woman want from me after everything that she had done to ruin me? How mentally twisted did she have to be to even spew gibberish before the children? The same woman who tried to set me on fire when I was pregnant. The same woman who tried to kill me. She dared to tell Emma and Ethan that she was coming to take them. Not on my watch. As long as I was alive, no one would ever take any of the kids away from me. Not Celeste. I would protect them with my life. That woman better not show her face before me because if she did, I would harm her, and I wasn't even joking. I meant each of my words. As if being shocked about Alexandro’s death wasn't enough, she had to add to my problems. I hated her so much, and my only hope was that this would never happen again. All of a sudden, my heart lurched forward, and I was startled out of my thoughts when the sound of the doorbell filled my ears. Instantly, I knew that it was Thorne. Without thinking twice, I rushed
Freya’s P.O.VAs soon as he said those words, a strange sense of dread washed over me, causing my stomach to tie a knot as fear clawed at my insides. So, if I had accepted the invitation, there was a high chance that my life would be ended by Rhys. I was at a loss for words to say because for him to tell me not to tell Thorne meant that he knew that Thorne was the one who killed Alexandro. In the end, Thorne was right. I watched as Thorne swiped through my phone, anxiety clawing at the back of my neck. “What are you doing?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “Blocking him and I texted him back”My heart leaped in fear. “About what?”“That I know his plan. He wouldn't dare harm you or come near you because he is aware that I know about his plans now”I should have been relieved, but all these constant threats here and there made me feel some type of way. It changed my mood and at that moment, it made me realize that I didn't want a life such as this. A life filled with people at
Celeste’s P.O.VI stared at my reflection in the mirror and just that pathetic sight of myself made tears well up in my eyes. This wasn't the me that I knew. I was now far from the classy, sophisticated, and powerful Celeste that I was. What was left of me was the worst version of myself. I knew that I wasn't that much of a good person, but the moon goddess wasn't fair with me. When I was with Thorne, I didn't even get pregnant at all but with Ryle, I had at least gotten pregnant and had miscarriages. Five times at least.But this particular pregnancy meant a lot to me. It rekindled my hope and made me think that I had gotten my happy ending with Ryle until tragedy struck again, and I didn't even touch him before I lost him— My beloved Brett. “Brett” The name rolled off my tongue and a faint smile formed on my face before my chest tightened because of the way Thorne had spoken to me with eyes devoid of emotion. How could he have told me that I deserved to lose my child? How could h
Freya’s P.O.V I sat in my car, staring into space while my mind replayed the conversation that we had on our date night. Why did he act like that when I had mentioned something about being a donor? Could chances be that he was somehow connected to who it was donated to? After I said those words, the date ended abruptly, and he drove me back home. He told me that he had to return to his territory because he wanted to investigate something, and it had been two days since I had set eyes on him. I missed him so much… He said he would be back by Sunday and mentioned something about Enzo coming over the weekend to take me and the quadruplets to the house where he was staying. He wanted us to spend a week with him or more… That didn't matter. What mattered was why he reacted in that way when I talked about donating bone marrow. Did I perhaps trigger a memory in him? All of a sudden, my heart skipped a bit and I almost flinched when someone knocked on the window of my car. Staring at
Celeste’s P.O.VPanic bled through my veins when the reality of the situation that I was in dawned on me. Not Nigel. Not this beast for crying out loud. A scream ripped from my throat. “Help. Somebody help me. Help!” I pounded my fist on the car’s window, tears streaming down my face. The car made a U-turn, heading towards Nigel’s pack. There was no way that this was happening. This had to be a nightmare but if it was, why wasn't I waking up from it? However, before I could let out another cry, something hard wrapped around my neck, pulling me back to the chair as it restricted my air inflow. Was it a belt? A rope or what?I clawed at the rough material that tightened around my neck, tears welling in my eyes as I struggled to set myself free. “If you don't want to die, you had better keep that mouth shut, or you can scream as long as you want, no one is ever going to hear you” The man behind me whispered, his breath fanning against my ear as hot tears cascaded down my cheeks. Des
Celeste’s P.O.VI ran as fast as my legs could carry, running like my life depended on it because the actual truth was that it did. Nigel didn't notice when I slipped out of the party and most importantly, he didn't notice that Camilla was the one standing next to him. He had even taken a picture with her. That fool. I tried so hard to not attract any unwarranted attention and did everything in my power to follow the map that Camilla had given to me. But, those damned dogs were quick to startle me with that harsh barking sound that made me shudder in fear. However, revealing my fangs to them made them cower back instantly. I had been messed with enough. The last thing that I would tolerate was the pack’s dogs. I didn't know how long I had been running but all I knew was that with every distance covered, the sound of music from the pack house faded. So, I had to be miles away from the packhouse. A twig snapped underneath my foot and I crumbled to the ground filled with dried leave
Freya’s P.O.VI could see the hesitation in his eyes as he pulled back and at that moment, the chances that he would leave me and go answer to Enzo felt high. Despite the stakes being high, the last thing that I would allow him to do was leave. My body craved him. My soul yearned for him and until the heat that surged within my stomach dissipated, no one was leaving. I watched as he stared at the door where another knock sounded. “I saw you enter this place. Can we at least talk?” Enzo said. “It is very important and…” His words faded in the background. Anger made my blood run cold despite the desire that bloomed within me, and when I noticed the way Thorne’s eyes darkened, it made me confused for a second. Was he reacting this way because Enzo interrupted us or did something happen between the two? Thorne’s hands left my waist, my heart sinking in my stomach when the reality dawned on me that he was going to leave. And the craziest thing, because of Enzo. “You are not leaving,
ThorneGrunting, I swung my fist at Asher’s face, causing his head to whip to the side as he spurted out the blood that pooled in his mouth and let out a groan. “Argh”Asher had cried, pleaded for his life, and most importantly, asked to know what he had done wrong. But the fact that he had betrayed me, and jeopardized my family’s safety by joining hands with Reginald caused this storm of fury to brew inside of me. And the storm wouldn't stop until I had taken out my anger on him. How dare he?Asher burst into tears while I took a step back, wiping off the blood crusted against my knuckles with the wet towel. I cast another glance at him—His left eye was swollen shut, blood streamed down his split lips and his face was bruised. He was beyond recognizable— We had been going at this for an hour so this was expected. Asher almost crumbled but before he could hit the floor, I signaled to the guards to force him back on the chair. Sucking in a deep breath in a bid to steel my breathin
Thorne’s P.O.VThe door to the study room creaked open, and Enzo strode in. “This is where you have been hiding? Do you have any idea how long I have been looking for you? And, why the hell have you been blocking the mind link?” I shifted my eyes away from him, fixing it on the book while flipping a page. “Because I didn't want you to find me, and you did…”He scoffed, sitting across from me while dropping the file on the desk. “Anyway, this is about the helicopter you asked me to look into”Without raising my head, I said. “And what about it?”“Turns out that Reginald owns it…”As soon as he mentioned that name, my pulse quickened and the book slipped from my hand to the table as I focused my attention on him. “The same Reginald?” Anger slowly seeped through my veins. Enzo crossed his legs. “Yes…”My blood ran cold when it hit me that I had underestimated Reginald. For him to have a customized helicopter meant that he was very wealthy, and he was controlling a pack that seemed to f
Freya’s P.O.VWas it just me, or why did it feel like something bad happened that night?I couldn’t shake that odd feeling that a lot of things went wrong that night. And right now, I didn't know if I was just overthinking things or being paranoid. Thorne and Enzo had carefully assessed the footage, checking every corner and area around the racetrack, but they had found nothing. Not even a shadow. My attempt to remember how I had collapsed in the garage failed. I wanted to settle with the fact that Enzo and Thorne’s suspiciousness was the reason I was on the very edge. But deep inside of me, it felt like I was missing some important information regarding that night. It felt like a part of my memories was wiped out and no matter how much I tried to remember, it only left me with splitting headaches that lasted for hours or worse, the whole day. Done with subjecting myself to torture headaches that felt like something was being hammered against my head, I gave up on trying to recall
Thorne’s P.O.VAn amused smile crossed my face as my gaze lingered on the pictures that Freya had sent me. She was beautiful—Probably, the most attractive woman I had ever set eyes on.However, the smile on my face faltered when I spotted Enzo standing next to her, grinning widely. He was the reason she had no personal picture. Every picture that she had sent, he was always in it! Instead of dwelling on it, I cropped Enzo out of the picture and shifted my gaze to the chauffeur. “How much longer?”He responded, his eyes meeting mine briefly through the rearview mirror. “Ten minutes. We would have gotten there earlier if there wasn't a lot of traffic”I nodded, leaning back against the leather seat. I intended to pull a surprise on Freya since she was still at the track with Enzo. Furthermore, I wanted to come with her but since Enzo took a break, most of the work was piled on my shoulder. And on the other hand, the war with the Lycan King seemed to have taken a dark turn. Something a
Freya’s P.O.VTo get rid of that grotesque image of Bellona that was stuck in my head, I followed Enzo to a car racing game. Thorne was occupied with a lot of work and had promised to accompany me some other time. Racing with Enzo relieved me of stress and gave me just the perfect rush of adrenaline that I needed, even though his car was always the one to cross the finish line. It didn't matter that I had lost the game, what mattered was the relief that it brought me. And hopefully, I would stop seeing the haunting image of Bellona in my dreams. I leaned against the wall, sending Thorne the pictures that Enzo and I had taken. Enzo came out of the car and, like always, he had won against another opponent. Removing his helmet, he raked his hands through his hair and walked towards me. I shoved my phone into my pocket, pushing away from the wall as he now stood before me. He beamed with a smile, but the uneasiness in his eyes made me decipher that he was about to make another reques
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