Freya’s P.O.V My eyes flew open as my heart hammered hard against my chest and my breath came in ragged gasps. I could feel the sticky sweat that clung to my head as small whimpers left my mouth. I had just woken up from a nightmare. In my nightmares, I had seen Celeste looming over me while gripping a knife. For a weird reason, darkness loomed over me as I fisted the blanket, and at that moment, all the memories that had been locked in the corners of my heart occupied my thoughts. Astrid. The two men dragged her away. How someone pressed a wet handkerchief on my nose and… Was this a fragment of my memories, or had it been brought on by the nightmare? Why did I recall Celeste staring at me with a look so sharp and dangerous? Why did I see a cigarette dangling from her lips, watching me through the window? And, most unsettling of all, why could I still see the fire swallowing the building whole? Also, Thorne. He was the one who saved me. Could it have been that my s
Thorne I got out of the car, heaving an exasperated sigh while adjusting the black coat draped over my shoulder. As soon as the door slammed shut, a maid rushed towards me, lowering her head in reverence for me while trying to collect the bag containing the potted plant that I had gotten for Freya pending the time that she would regain consciousness. Anxiety crept at the back of my neck and despite the new doctor telling me that she would regain consciousness, I couldn’t get rid of the fear that lingered in my mind. The what ifs. Ever since I saved her from the fire, I had stayed by her side, tendering to her. My fear heightened when her fever burned high, and I had to place damp clothing on her head to cool her down. Astrid had wanted to help but since I was the reason she was in that situation, I decided to take the responsibility. Plus it was my responsibility to stick by her side and take care of her irrespective of the situation. At that moment, my mind drifted ba
Freya’s P.O.V It has been three months since that horrible event occurred in my life, and it was safe to say that things have changed a lot. Aside from my protruding stomach that kept increasing in size, the relationship between Thorne and I had gotten better—Although, it wasn't the way he wanted since I still walked on eggshells around him. Even though he made me see Celeste’s true colors, I couldn't get rid of those words—her words that kept lingering in my mind— about how Thorne might turn his back on me and get rid of me. I wanted to be comfortable around him, but I couldn't. I wanted to see me the same way he did. But that fear… No. I needed to be strong and wouldn't be caught off guard. Thorne had told me to forget about Celeste because she wouldn't be coming back into our lives to wreak more havoc but even though he knew her capabilities, I couldn't wrap my head around why he didn't believe that she started the fire. According to him, he had claimed that
Freya’s P.O.V My heart dropped to my toes, struggling to free my wrist from Thorne’s grip and at that moment, the only words that kept resounding in my head were “I was done for. How long has Enzo known? How long has he known that I was the Lycan King’s daughter, and I was the princess of the man whom he and Thorne hated? I didn’t dare glance at Thorne to see the reaction on his face nor did I stare at Enzo because no matter how Thorne might have professed his love for me, this was my end. I swallowed hard, my knees wobbled, threatening to give way beneath me, and for a split second, I wished that the ground could open up and take me instead. Anything to just save me from the misery that I found myself in. My heart almost leaped into my throat when Enzo snapped his fingers before me. “Why are you not speaking?” I fisted my dress, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to rush into my eyes. “I… I…had no idea that you knew all along…” My words came out as
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’s P.O.V** The Light Festival **Moon-shaped lanterns hung from the trees while golden lights made in honor of the moon goddess floated through the sky. For a long time in a while, there was this sense of fulfillment that washed through me because it was the first time in many years that the festival would be celebrated. And most importantly, seeing Freya excited made me happy. Because she had lived hidden all her life, she had never experienced something like this. My eyes were fixed on Freya whose gaze mirrored the reflection of the lights.“This is so beautiful” Tears filled her eyes as she glanced at me and her face broke into a smile. She placed a hand on her chest, talking about how she couldn't contain her joy and while she did that, I reached for her hands and slipped the bracelet onto her wrists. It was a diamond bracelet. She paused, darting her eyes between the bracelet and my face. “Again?”I nodded and before I could wrap my head around things, she threw her ha
Freya’s P.O.VIt had been two weeks since Enzo recovered, and one would think that Thorne would be softer toward him since he was beating himself up for almost causing his death. But, the case was otherwise.As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, Thorne placed him under house arrest. He wasn't allowed to leave the house and no one was allowed to meet him unless it was necessary. The house arrest was to last for six months. Initially, it was set to last for four months, but Sadie’s tantrums and constant threats to Thorne made him add two more months. Since then, Thorne and Enzo hadn't spoken. And worse, it was difficult to know what was going through his mind and why he wasn't speaking to his brother when he was the one who didn't want him dead. Was he staying away from him because he was scared that Raze could take over and end Enzo’s life for good this time?The maid’s voice broke my train of thought as she wheeled in a rack of dresses. The clothes were all neon-colored,
Freya’s P.O.VI was having a conversation with Nigel, apologizing for what had happened since Thorne left my side abruptly, claiming that he wanted to check on something. My instinct had nudged me to follow him but I didn't and just before Nigel could leave, an ambulance was driven in and Thorne emerged from the path that led to the dungeon. He had carried a severely wounded Enzo on his back and that scene was terrifying. While I had placed a hand on Enzo’s stomach that looked like sharp claws had been sunk into, all the wound did was close but he wasn't opening his eyes. And for the past eight hours that he was rushed into the hospital, he still hasn't regained consciousness. Thorne sat alone, staring at his blood-filled hands in horror. That was all he had been doing except asking the werewolf doctor if his brother had regained consciousness. What the hell happened in the dungeon? What did Thorne do? The doctor had claimed that Enzo was in a critical condition and this was mor
Thorne’s P.O.V How long had I been standing? Probably since he dropped the blow, admitting to working with Reginald because he was being blackmailed by him. I had figured out that he was going to come into the torture room and that was the reason that I made sure the whole place was taped. When my eyes clashed with his face, my heart sank to the hollow of my stomach, and never in my wildest imagination have I ever imagined a day like this. A day when my brother was going to hide something as big as blackmail just because he thought that I was going to kill him for being an Anori. How does that even make any sense? I had known about his secret since we were younger. I had followed him then since he always made constant visits to the human world. When I found out the truth about him, I was determined to keep his secret to the end. To the fucking end. And now, this. My fingers turned into sharp long laws as they squeezed into folds, the claws piercing deeper into my palm as a
Enzo’s P.O.V I was on the verge of losing my mind. There was this thought that kept nudging at the back of my mind— Thoughts that Thorne knew something about Reginald and me. What did he know? Did he know that I have been secretly working for that bastard against my will? The look in his eyes. It was the look of someone who had suspicions towards me. When I made the recommendation that Reginald shouldn’t be allowed to live further, he promised to make me take his place if anything ever happened to him before the public execution. All of this proved that he knew something about me. However, the Thorne that I knew was someone who hated betrayal so if he knew the truth about me already, why hasn’t he killed me yet? No. I doubted that. He may just be suspicious towards me after the event that happened with Asher and now, I had to ensure that Reginald doesn’t spill the truth about me being an Anori to Thorne. If Thorne ever knew, it was going to be the end of me. “Fuck!” I mut
Freya’s P.O.VThorne had disagreed at first but after many promptings, he gave in and took me along, and now, were on our way to visit Maggie. The car ride was incredibly quiet and the two of us seemed lost in our thoughts. My mind couldn't stop replaying the accusations that were leveled against Cedric and most importantly, how everyone was involved with one another. It was more like everyone’s past was connected in one way or the other. Who would have known that Celeste was the reason he was left to die in the ocean and I had saved him? The same way I had saved Thorne. Was this fate or what?At the same time, why did I believe Cedric? If it were another woman, I would have doubted him but since Celeste was the victim here…What was I even saying? She has never been the victim. Celeste was always the perpetrator so that was the reason I found myself believing Nigel’s side of the story. Celeste was very cunning. She would have a smile on her face while planning someone’s doom. I
Thorne’s P.O.VThe hairpin made with Swarovski crystals flashed through my mind briefly and at the same time, another thought appeared in my mind. What if he had killed her? The circumstances of her death revolved around him. What if what he did with Celeste was the same thing serial killers did to their victims as a form of vengeance?And now, his new target was Freya. A growl rumbled from my throat and anger slowly coursed through my veins. Before I could gather my thoughts, Enzo mind-linked with me. “Do I attack him right now?”I hated that this situation was the reason we were talking. I hated it so much but as long as it came to Cedric who now had his eyes on Freya, I couldn't afford to hesitate. “Yes!”I shifted my eyes to Nigel, taking long predatory strides towards him. “Cedric Sanchez? The same Cedric who raped Celeste and should be dead right now. Yet, you are here alive and with another name…”Freya cut in, rising to her feet and there was a mix of fear and confusion in
Thorne’s P.O.VReginald's agonizing scream faded as soon as I closed the soundproof door. I rolled up my sleeves, darting my eyes to the maid who reiterated her words. “Alpha Nigel is in the dining hall”“And Freya?”She responded. “She got my message, King Thorne. Lady Freya said she would join you shortly”I blew out a breath and in the next minute, I was in the dining hall. I swiveled my eyes around and Freya wasn't anywhere to be found. Nigel lowered his head slightly and I did the same. Where was Freya?The dinner was supposed to be just for me and Nigel but despite his help, there was just something about him that made me uncomfortable. Maybe it was because I still had doubts about him. My eyes were piqued with curiosity and just when I decided to put a call through her, a thought concerning Nigel and Reginald flashed through my mind. How was he able to capture Reginald?“Alpha Nigel…” I shifted my eyes to him and when our eyes met, that feeling that he looked familiar hit me
Freya’s P.O.V My gaze lingered on the gift box that Julie had given to me. The more I stared at it, the more I wondered what could be inside and why there was a strain between her and Enzo’s relationship. What could have happened between them? Just as I was about to get lost in my thoughts, a hand rested on my shoulder, yanking me back with so much force. Before I could process things, my back slammed against the wall and right before me was a furious Enzo with eyes blazing with fury. Confusion swirled in my mind for a second and at the same time, anger pulsed through my veins. I lifted a brow. “And what is the meaning of this? We have been having encounters often, and I don't like that we are” He barked out a caustic scoffing laughter, flicking his hair away from his face and slowly, the smile on his face died, replaced by a darkened expression that sent a shiver skating down my spine. Enzo. I hated the fear that he made me feel. I hated that with every encounter, he seem