Celeste’s P.O.VA flame of hope ignited inside of me because of what I had told Quinn and Cole. A smile spread through my face and all that remained was them giving me the feedback concerning the Lycan King’s response. I inhaled a lungful of air and then my mind drifted back to Ryle and anger coursed through me at that moment. It was about time I filed for divorce and left that horrible man who wouldn't even accept our son’s name as Brett because of his selfishness and jealousy. “I should probably be divorced before the Lycan King takes Freya away. When Thorne finds out that she won't be coming back anymore, he will become depressed and overwhelmed with taking care of the quadruplets”“And that is where I would come in by offering him emotional support, and he falls back in love with me again and then, we live happily ever after” I muttered to myself.I was about to reach for my phone to call the lawyer when I received a call that sent me into confusion for a second. I was conflict
Freya’s P.O.VAnxiety crawled at the back of my neck because I would be meeting Enzo today like Thorne had promised. It has been a long time since I have laid eyes on him, which contributed to the reason I was eager to see him. Did he still look the same?I had told the quadruplets about their new uncle, even though they wouldn't stop asking about the late Alexandro despite everything that he had done. Maybe it was because of the bond that he built with the kids— The same bond that he had ruined. Anyway, the kids were excited to meet Enzo. My mind soon drifted back to Quinn and Cole. Since they came with their nonsense, I haven't been able to sleep, and midnight calls with Thorne were the things that made me sane. Although, he would always ask if there was something that I wanted to tell him. It was more like he expected me to tell him something, and it made me wonder if there was a high chance that he knew that I had met with Quinn and Cole. Of course, I wanted to tell him, but
Thorne’s P.O.VThe more I tried to forget about it, the more my mind couldn't stop replaying the argument that had happened between us. I had to leave before it escalated into something heated. I didn't know what to think. Not only that, but I had no idea what could be going through her mind, and it was driving me crazy so bad that I was lost in my thoughts. An influx of questions flooded through my mind. Why would she hide something like that from me? Does she secretly hate me? I mean, that was absurd, why would she hate me?But no matter how much I tried to process things, I couldn't understand why she would hide something like that away from me. She said she wanted to handle things herself and I hated to admit it but everything that she has handled on her own, always ended up in a disaster. Maybe not every time but most of the time. Sadie startled me out of my thoughts, laughing awkwardly. “How did we go from having fun to the air around us being spooky? Did you two get into a
Celeste’s P.O.V My heart scudded hard because of the intense emotions that crashed over me. I was losing my mind. I felt helpless and as much as I wanted to follow Freya and the quadruplets, the fear of Thorne getting rid of me held me back. If he had given the instruction for me to be killed, then it was going to happen because he wasn’t the type to change his mind so easily. But, that wasn’t even what bothered me right now, what bothered me was why in the world has Quin and Cole not gotten back to me yet. It has been two weeks since they promised to give me feedback from the Lycan King. Yet, so much had happened between that time frame. Ryle had left. Not like we had divorced. He had given me space for a while pending the time I got my shit back together. I paced back and forth, raking my hair while wondering why Quinn and Cole hadn’t gotten back to me yet. What was going on? Could chances be that they didn’t trust me or could they have forgotten that I had requested a me
Celeste Thorne might have put in protective measures to stop me from following Freya and the quadruplets but that doesn't mean that I would put a halt to my plan. “Alpha Nigel” The name rolled off my tongue as I stood on the pathway that led to the gigantic packhouse surrounded with golden lights and the trees that seemed to stretch endlessly. Mist covered the whole place and at that moment, my mind drifted to how I had pleaded with my father to please set up an appointment with Alpha Nigel. He knew Alpha Nigel but at the same time, he didn't want me to have anything to do with him. Although I had lied to him that the reason I wanted to meet Alpha Nigel was because of a business idea that could benefit both packs, he blatantly refused. It took a whole lot of pleas, and disturbance before he helped me in setting up an appointment with him. The phone was pressed to my ears as my dad’s voice filled my ear. “The reason I listened to your plea is because you said it would benefit the
Freya’s P.O.VI should have known that Thorne didn’t only want me at his house here because he wanted to spend time with me and the children, I should have known that it meant more than this. Thorne was a bibliophile and I would never be able to process how someone could be crazy about books. And he would never stop until we all fell in love with reading books. The quadruplets hadn’t caught a break since we arrived here. He was always excited to read children's books to them, and they seemed to be loving it. —I was a contrast with Thorne. I never read the quadruplets bedtime stories. It seemed too much of a hassle for me. I was convinced that only a goodnight kiss was enough for them but with what Thorne has been doing, it has proven that I was wrong. As if that weren’t enough, he was a pretty good artist. I had never felt untalented my whole life. I could hear the birds chirping away in the distance, the blend of floral scents filling the air as I sat on the bench in the garden
Thorne’s P.O.V Was this the beginning of our happy ending? I wished that it was but with Reginald and his coven of witches lurking behind the shadows, our happy ending was far from reality. He had been silent since I had rescued my men. But one thing I have learned over the years was that silence was dangerous and concerning a man who had the belief that I had killed his cousin, I needed to be careful— Extremely careful. Only the moon goddess knew what was coming up next or what he was planning. Irrespective of what it was, I was prepared. On the other hand, the Lycan King had launched a war against me, and he had one goal in mind—To wipe me off the surface of the earth. Maybe I should have never released Quinn and Cole since he cared about them more than he cared about his daughter. I should have killed them when I had the chance. But Freya held me back from doing certain things. However, it didn’t matter anymore. The Lycan King was the one who started the war,
Freya’s P.O.VI didn’t know how long I had been knocked out, but by the time I regained consciousness, my eyes opened to blurry visions of firefighters. The constant screams for Ethan, the sobs, and the hands nudging me to wake up. For a second, confusion swamped my mind, but then the memories flooded through my head. The fireworks, the explosion, and most importantly, the fact that Ethan was stuck in that house because he had gone to bed early. Panic bled through my veins and I got to my feet, pain lancing through me with every step that I took. “Ethan…” My voice was barely above a whisper. Before I could take another step, fingers wrapped around my arm and Enzo pulled me back immediately. “You can’t go near the fire…”A scream rippled from my throat and I shouted at him. “Leave me alone. What right do you have to touch me and…” Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision further. “My son is stuck in that house, and you are trying to hold me back” Sobs racked through my body,
Freya’s P.O.VI didn’t know how long I had been knocked out, but by the time I regained consciousness, my eyes opened to blurry visions of firefighters. The constant screams for Ethan, the sobs, and the hands nudging me to wake up. For a second, confusion swamped my mind, but then the memories flooded through my head. The fireworks, the explosion, and most importantly, the fact that Ethan was stuck in that house because he had gone to bed early. Panic bled through my veins and I got to my feet, pain lancing through me with every step that I took. “Ethan…” My voice was barely above a whisper. Before I could take another step, fingers wrapped around my arm and Enzo pulled me back immediately. “You can’t go near the fire…”A scream rippled from my throat and I shouted at him. “Leave me alone. What right do you have to touch me and…” Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision further. “My son is stuck in that house, and you are trying to hold me back” Sobs racked through my body,
Thorne’s P.O.V Was this the beginning of our happy ending? I wished that it was but with Reginald and his coven of witches lurking behind the shadows, our happy ending was far from reality. He had been silent since I had rescued my men. But one thing I have learned over the years was that silence was dangerous and concerning a man who had the belief that I had killed his cousin, I needed to be careful— Extremely careful. Only the moon goddess knew what was coming up next or what he was planning. Irrespective of what it was, I was prepared. On the other hand, the Lycan King had launched a war against me, and he had one goal in mind—To wipe me off the surface of the earth. Maybe I should have never released Quinn and Cole since he cared about them more than he cared about his daughter. I should have killed them when I had the chance. But Freya held me back from doing certain things. However, it didn’t matter anymore. The Lycan King was the one who started the war,
Freya’s P.O.VI should have known that Thorne didn’t only want me at his house here because he wanted to spend time with me and the children, I should have known that it meant more than this. Thorne was a bibliophile and I would never be able to process how someone could be crazy about books. And he would never stop until we all fell in love with reading books. The quadruplets hadn’t caught a break since we arrived here. He was always excited to read children's books to them, and they seemed to be loving it. —I was a contrast with Thorne. I never read the quadruplets bedtime stories. It seemed too much of a hassle for me. I was convinced that only a goodnight kiss was enough for them but with what Thorne has been doing, it has proven that I was wrong. As if that weren’t enough, he was a pretty good artist. I had never felt untalented my whole life. I could hear the birds chirping away in the distance, the blend of floral scents filling the air as I sat on the bench in the garden
Celeste Thorne might have put in protective measures to stop me from following Freya and the quadruplets but that doesn't mean that I would put a halt to my plan. “Alpha Nigel” The name rolled off my tongue as I stood on the pathway that led to the gigantic packhouse surrounded with golden lights and the trees that seemed to stretch endlessly. Mist covered the whole place and at that moment, my mind drifted to how I had pleaded with my father to please set up an appointment with Alpha Nigel. He knew Alpha Nigel but at the same time, he didn't want me to have anything to do with him. Although I had lied to him that the reason I wanted to meet Alpha Nigel was because of a business idea that could benefit both packs, he blatantly refused. It took a whole lot of pleas, and disturbance before he helped me in setting up an appointment with him. The phone was pressed to my ears as my dad’s voice filled my ear. “The reason I listened to your plea is because you said it would benefit the
Celeste’s P.O.V My heart scudded hard because of the intense emotions that crashed over me. I was losing my mind. I felt helpless and as much as I wanted to follow Freya and the quadruplets, the fear of Thorne getting rid of me held me back. If he had given the instruction for me to be killed, then it was going to happen because he wasn’t the type to change his mind so easily. But, that wasn’t even what bothered me right now, what bothered me was why in the world has Quin and Cole not gotten back to me yet. It has been two weeks since they promised to give me feedback from the Lycan King. Yet, so much had happened between that time frame. Ryle had left. Not like we had divorced. He had given me space for a while pending the time I got my shit back together. I paced back and forth, raking my hair while wondering why Quinn and Cole hadn’t gotten back to me yet. What was going on? Could chances be that they didn’t trust me or could they have forgotten that I had requested a me
Thorne’s P.O.VThe more I tried to forget about it, the more my mind couldn't stop replaying the argument that had happened between us. I had to leave before it escalated into something heated. I didn't know what to think. Not only that, but I had no idea what could be going through her mind, and it was driving me crazy so bad that I was lost in my thoughts. An influx of questions flooded through my mind. Why would she hide something like that from me? Does she secretly hate me? I mean, that was absurd, why would she hate me?But no matter how much I tried to process things, I couldn't understand why she would hide something like that away from me. She said she wanted to handle things herself and I hated to admit it but everything that she has handled on her own, always ended up in a disaster. Maybe not every time but most of the time. Sadie startled me out of my thoughts, laughing awkwardly. “How did we go from having fun to the air around us being spooky? Did you two get into a
Freya’s P.O.VAnxiety crawled at the back of my neck because I would be meeting Enzo today like Thorne had promised. It has been a long time since I have laid eyes on him, which contributed to the reason I was eager to see him. Did he still look the same?I had told the quadruplets about their new uncle, even though they wouldn't stop asking about the late Alexandro despite everything that he had done. Maybe it was because of the bond that he built with the kids— The same bond that he had ruined. Anyway, the kids were excited to meet Enzo. My mind soon drifted back to Quinn and Cole. Since they came with their nonsense, I haven't been able to sleep, and midnight calls with Thorne were the things that made me sane. Although, he would always ask if there was something that I wanted to tell him. It was more like he expected me to tell him something, and it made me wonder if there was a high chance that he knew that I had met with Quinn and Cole. Of course, I wanted to tell him, but
Celeste’s P.O.VA flame of hope ignited inside of me because of what I had told Quinn and Cole. A smile spread through my face and all that remained was them giving me the feedback concerning the Lycan King’s response. I inhaled a lungful of air and then my mind drifted back to Ryle and anger coursed through me at that moment. It was about time I filed for divorce and left that horrible man who wouldn't even accept our son’s name as Brett because of his selfishness and jealousy. “I should probably be divorced before the Lycan King takes Freya away. When Thorne finds out that she won't be coming back anymore, he will become depressed and overwhelmed with taking care of the quadruplets”“And that is where I would come in by offering him emotional support, and he falls back in love with me again and then, we live happily ever after” I muttered to myself.I was about to reach for my phone to call the lawyer when I received a call that sent me into confusion for a second. I was conflict
Thorne’s P.O.VThe more my eyes lingered on the documents that proved that Freya was indeed the one who had donated the bone marrow to save me, the more anger unfurled in my chest toward Celeste. It was difficult to believe that the woman whom I put on a pedestal, deceived me in this manner. As if that weren’t worse, she had the effrontery to appear before me and ask for something that she never donated. I was boiling. It felt more like she should appear right in front of me so that I could squeeze her into pieces for all her lies, deception, and manipulation that she had spun over the years. How in the world did I ever fall in love with such a selfish woman? How could I have never seen all the red flags? My blood rushed into my veins, my eyes darkening as my pulse quickened and at that fleeting moment, I reached for the documents scattered across the mahogany table, crumpling the papers. When I crumpled those papers, I envisioned Celeste. But that brought no relief to the storm