Thorne’s P.O.V I furrowed my brows in confusion, focusing intently on Celeste as I struggled to make sense of her words because no matter how much I tried, her words remained utterly baffling. Seduction? Where? How? Celeste snapped me out of my reverie, smacking her palms together as laughter erupted from her mouth, tears brimming in her eyes while I took a step back away from Freya who was equally confused as I was. “Scaredy cat. It was just a joke” She sauntered towards Freya while pulling her in a tight embrace. My gaze lingered on Freya who remained stiff in Celeste’s embrace. Freya’s eyes met mine in that fleeting moment before she quickly averted her gaze but as my mind drifted back to Celeste, a thought nudged at the back of my mind. That glint in her eyes when she accused Freya. It wasn't a joke! It was real. With the way things have been going on between Celeste and me and how she has been showing me different sides of her, that was a total contrast to th
Freya’s P.O.V Poking my head into Thorne’s room, I gently shut the door behind me, heaving an exasperated sigh while leaning against the door frame. At that moment, my mind slowly replayed the conversation that I mistakenly eavesdropped on. Sadly, Chef Charlotte was gruesomely murdered and the Alpha of the pack she belonged to, Alpha Hunter, came to confront Thorne, accusing him of murdering a member of his pack. Thorne had questioned his audacity, the fury in his voice still sending shivers down my spine when I managed to catch sight of Thorne’s fingers contorting into long sharp claws as he caught Alpha Hunter by the throat, his claws piercing through his neck while blood slowly seeped out of his neck. Just the mere remembrance of that horrific scene made me sick to my stomach. If it weren't for Celeste’s quick intervention, he would have killed Hunter. While my eyes squeezed shut, the graphic image of Thorne almost ripping out Asher’s soul lingered in my head. H
Freya’s P.O.V I drifted down the hallway, lost in the perfection and beauty of the artwork hung on the wall. This was the distraction that I needed—a distraction from my miserable life and most importantly, Thorne. All of a sudden, I stopped dead in my tracks when my gaze fell on Thorne’s portrait and my heart lurched. The aura around him could be felt just from the picture. A cold thrill ran down my spine while I stepped forward, my fingers slowly grazing his artwork as different thoughts coursed through my mind at that moment. My heart sank into my stomach and knowing the things that my father had done to his own family shattered my heart to pieces. Somehow, it made me remember how I needed to keep my guard up because if Thorne uncovered my true identity, he was going to get rid of me irrespective of the fact that I was carrying his children. Suddenly, my heart almost leaped into my throat, when I felt a hand gripping me by the shoulders before shoving me to the grou
Celeste’s P.O.V Thorne had just returned from a meeting with the elders while I draped myself in a lacy sheer white dress that clung to my curves and skimmed right above my thighs. I needed to reclaim the position that I held in his heart. I knew much had not changed except for the fact that he was pissed about my recent actions. But I was here to change things and since the full moon—Thorne’s most dreaded day— would be coming up in three days, I needed to be there for him. His hazel eyes flickered to me, a glint of passion and fury burning in them as his eyes slithered down my face to my thighs. I swayed my hips towards him in deliberation, carefully sitting on his lap and when my ass grazed with the bulge in his pants, a smirk crept at the corner of my mouth. He couldn’t push me away. He was in love with me and despite the rage he felt for me, he would never turn me down. “My Angel” I whispered in this coquettish voice as I gripped his face in my palm, staring into
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
Thorne’s P.O.VHands folded behind me, I watched the scene unfold before me. The scene of Enzo, playing with the quadruplets, carrying them, and throwing them into the lake while they collectively pushed him into the lake. Despite the scene before me, I couldn't forget what he had done by making me believe that Asher was the traitor. If it weren't for the fact that he was someone whom I loved a lot, I would have had him killed. He was my closest friend. My family. Enzo apologized to me and tried to make me forgive him and right now, he knew that I was watching him from the tower and that was the reason, he was putting extra effort into playing with the quadruplets. He was dying hard to get my approval but to me, everything he was doing made him more suspicious. He knew that finding Reginald was important for me, yet, he intentionally made me suspect Asher. It felt more like he was trying to distract me and protect the real traitor, or he could be the real traitor. Nah. Enzo was
NigelCeleste’s eyes were cold, soulless, and empty so bad that it sent a shiver skating down my spine. I had always thought that my soul was corrupted behind redemption but looking into her eyes, I knew that I was nowhere near her level of ruin. Even though she looked me in the eye, she had erased me. The anger that flared within my chest sent pain radiating through my body, and it took a lot of restraining not to strangle her to death. This woman wasn’t broken yet. She was far from that. She hasn’t reached the level of despair I wanted for her. Despite all my attempts to crush and break her, she was still standing. Frustration needled at me and a scoff escaped me as I straightened and folded my hands behind me. “You are a piece of shit, Celeste…” I muttered through gritted teeth. She blinked her eyes rapidly, opening her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I watched as she squeezed her eyes shut, sucked in a deep breath and as soon as her eyes fluttered open, I knew that she
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