Freya’s P.O.V Confusion swirled deep within me, watching as some maids scurried in and out of the palace while carrying golden metal bowls that reeked of strong herbal scent. Bile rose in my throat because of the stench. The only reason I was here in Thorne’s palace today was because I wanted to meet Celeste concerning what the bullies had done to me. Thorne had dismissed me for today, claiming that my services weren't needed. My earlier assumption was that tonight was the night of the full moon and although not everyone celebrated it, in my father’s kingdom they held elaborate festivals in honor of it. Suddenly, I was jolted out of my thoughts when a soft hand curled around my arms, pulling me toward a corner. It was Astrid, the maid who personally worked for Thorne before she was dismissed by him. Her hands slowly released my arms, her sapphire eyes glinting with worry. “What…are you doing here?” My eyes fluttered and that was when it hit me that the pungent arom
Thorne’s P.O.V A wave of shock coursed through me, leaving me dumbfounded and at a loss for words because what just happened? The pain that would always leave me groaning in pain till the full moon disappeared, vanished just as soon as I held Freya’s hands. Her eyes glinted with an otherworldly light while beads of sweat trailed down her forehead. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her head swaying gently by the sides as she placed a finger on her temple. Before I could react, she lurched forward, collapsing on my broad shoulders and at that moment, something sparked in me. My wolf growled within me, the urge to stroke her hair and caress her cheeks enveloped me. Her scent wafted through my nostrils, filling my senses with a different kind of sweetness and serenity that I had never experienced before—It was different from what I had felt on the day we found out we were mates. It was a different feeling that I had never felt with Celeste. Just how powerful was Freya? S
Freya’s P.O.V Trepidation clawed at the back of my neck like icy fingers as different thoughts plagued my mind. What in the world happened between Thorne and me? How did that happen? How was I able to heal him when I was a powerless Lycan princess who was strongly hated by her dad because of her inability to shift? My eyes flickered back to my wrist instinctively, thinking about the light that shone on it when Thorne grabbed my wrist. How was I even able to do that? Maybe it was all a coincidence. It had to be a coincidence. At that moment, my mind strayed towards Celeste and the betrayal on her face when I kissed Thorne. Unease rose to choke me immediately as the memories of that horrific moment flooded through my mind. I was a horrible person. She had been nothing but extremely nice to me and all I could do to pay her back was kiss her Finacè… My fingers trailed my lips when the image of Thorne kissing me flashed across my mind as my stomach tied a knot. The way
Freya’s P.O.V I stared down at my stomach, rubbing it instinctively, before the sound of the gigantic door creaked open. Sucking in a deep breath, I stepped into the hallway and as soon as the door slammed shut behind me, I quickly hid in a corner, pressing myself against the cold walls. Inhaling another deep breath, I marshaled the last bit of strength inside of me and peeked around the corner for any sign of him. By him, I meant Thorne. Even though Astrid told me that he rarely visited the library, I just felt the urge to be extra careful. The last thing I wanted was to be around him and spark something uncontrollable between us. I noticed how the maids sat down on benches around the hallway, chatting and chuckling freely. The more I observed them, the more I couldn't help but notice how free they were around here. All of this meant that no one was around to put them in check, and it proved that everything Astrid said concerning Thorne not visiting this place was tr
Celeste’s P.O.V I waltzed through the hall, my head swaying gently by the sides as I fisted my gown and tried everything in my power to control the anger that simmered within me. Now standing at the entrance, I stopped in my tracks, glancing back at Freya who lowered her head in reverence the moment her eyes met mine. But the second the gigantic doors shut, the smile on my face died and a storm of fury brewed within me as different thoughts coursed through my mind. Sending her to that abandoned library was actually a good idea but at the same time, there was this nudging fear at the back of my mind that the worst could happen and that I needed to keep eyes on both Thorne and Freya. Before I could wrap my head around things, a shrill voice echoed down my ears, startling me before it was followed by laughter—one that I knew well. I spun on my heels, narrowing my eyes in the direction that the voice emanated only to spot Sadie, Thorne’s sister jumping into Enzo’s embrace a
Freya’s P.O.V It was a beautiful day and most importantly, a week of having not ever set eyes on Thorne, and to think that there might be a high chance that I would never set eyes on him made excitement bubble deep within me. My fingers brushed through the silk-like flowers, spinning around while thunder rumbled through the sky. I paused mid-spin, glancing up at the sky that was beginning to darken, while my brows furrowed in confusion because how did the sky just change now? It was about to rain, and I needed to get back to my quarters as fast as possible. However, while I turned, ready to take to my heels, my heart dropped to my toes when I caught sight of Rayna and Kate—the two girls who had bullied me—strolling towards me with a rueful smile creeping at the corners of their mouth. Just the smile on their face showed that they were here for nothing but trouble, and that was the last thing they would be getting from me. It was appalling that they hadn’t learned t
Thorne’s POV Anger simmered in my veins, my gaze following Freya until she disappeared from my sight. As soon as she was out of view, I heaved a sigh of relief, fixing my gaze back to the girls who stood before me, cowering in fear. “T–Thank you” The brunette-haired girl muttered while the other girl whose eyes were still squeezed shut trembled in fear. “Thank you?” I reiterated, causing her to raise her head as she exchanged fleeting glances with the other girl, whose eyes had now fluttered open. “What are you thanking me for? For the fact that I listened to your lies?” My eyes darkened and slowly, my fingers curled into fists. Earlier, I went on a run around the mountain side and that was when I spotted Freya around the garden, watching her closely with my wolf tingling in excitement until the moment was ruined by the two witches who decided to bully her. How dare they bully the mother of my children? Were they not scared? One of the girls broke my train of tho
Celeste’s P.O.V As soon as Thorne left the room while Rayna was dragged out by the guards, I exhaled sharply, my heart pounding beneath my palms as my chest heaved up and down while I tried to steady my breathing. I couldn’t believe that Thorne had fallen for my lies. And most importantly, how could everything almost go wrong? If I hadn’t played smart as soon as I found out what was going on, there was a high chance that things would have turned gory between Thorne and me. I slumped on the couch behind me, anger coursing through my veins as my eyes fluttered open while my mind drifted back to when my maid, Barbara, had rushed into my room to tell me about what was going on. She had told me how Kate and Rayna picked on Freya and how Thorne happened to have witnessed the scene and in anger, he had strangled Kate to death and now, he was coming for me since Rayna exposed me already. When she gave me that life-saving information, I knew that I needed to act fast. It
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
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.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
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.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
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
ThorneAnger, 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 scoff
FreyaDespite my attempts to sleep, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t stop tossing and turning on the bed because my mind wouldn’t stop drifting back to the sisters who were currently locked up in the darkest part of the dungeon. I knew that I shouldn’t care about them because of what they had done to me at the training ground. But at the same time, the thought of having to starve and thirst for days didn’t sit right with me. Instead, it traumatized me and pulled me back to memory lane— The times when I had been locked up by my father and left to starve to death and if it wasn't for the head servant’s intervention, I could have died just like he wanted. I closed my eyes, trying to force myself to sleep, and when I couldn't. I decided that I was done with this. I pushed the blanket away from me, sat upright, and moved away from the bed and at that moment, I stopped in my tracks when Thorne’s order resounded through my head. ‘Anyone who offers them food and water should be shot dead!’ Fear cl
Thorne’s P.O.VI felt bad for the quadruplets and most importantly, Ivy. Despite the ongoing war at hand, I was more conflicted about how to make their new house feel homey for them. Experiencing someone shifting into their wolf form also didn’t make things better for Ivy, instead, it made things worse and Freya was doing everything in her power to keep Ivy distracted. Enzo had recommended making the environment more fun by creating a small fun park. A huge reform was also going on in the castle— No one was allowed to shift in the open anymore. I couldn’t just imagine how traumatized she was after experiencing someone shifting. The buzz of the tablet jolted me out of my thoughts and a smile slipped through my face because it was a message from Camilla—About Freya’s archery session. Freya looked forward to learning archery, and it broke my heart that I wasn’t there to witness her first training session. Swiping through the phone’s screen, the detailed report that appeared made the