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
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
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,
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 “I am sorry to say this but you can’t bear a child again because your womb has been greatly damaged” My lips parted in shock as his words echoed through my mind. Time slowed down and it felt like the whole room was spinning with the doctor's words fading in the background. No, it had to be that my hearing was impaired or maybe this was a nightmare. The pack’s doctor snapped me out of my thoughts. “Luna Freya, are you even listening?” Staring deep into her eyes, the reality of what was happening weighed in on me, causing dread to settle at the pit of my stomach as tears rushed into my eyes and my hands flew over my mouth. “No!” A scream tore from my lips. Today was the day that I was supposed to be discharged from the hospital and I came to ask her to know when I could start trying for a child again because, for the fourth time, my baby died in my womb— A stillborn. I wiped off my tears with the back of my hands, shaking my head slowly. “Five years of tryin
Freya’s P.O.V I could hear voices. Hostile Voices. Voices that seemed to be laced with dread. My eyes fluttered open and a groan escaped my lips when pain sliced through my head like a knife. The horrendous and putrid smell assaulted my nostrils and the screams, and cusses from tiny and sharp edges voices caused me to jerk back to reality. Swiveling my gaze around the entire place, I tried so hard to wrap my head around what the hell was going on and most importantly, what was I doing there. Women with disheveled hair, and specks of dust on their faces filled without enthusiasm. My drowsy eyes flickered to their hands and that was the moment my heart pounded in my chest and I snapped out of my drowsiness. My eyes widened, almost bulging out of their sockets in shock when I noticed that their wrists were bound as well as their legs and to worsen it, I was in the same situation as them. Dread settled at the pit of my stomach as fear clogged my throat. I was fo
Thorne’s P.O.V My heart skipped a bit as soon as my eyes met hers. Towering over the petite woman who stood before me, her brown eyes glinting with fear as her shoulders sagged and she shuddered, retracting her step with every step that I took towards her. The maids trotted out of the room with their heads lowered, leaving me with a dark brown-haired woman who looked more like she could crumble to the ground any moment from now. Staring intently at her while studying her with eyes devoid of emotion, I was beginning to doubt if she was a powerful Lycan like I was told. The more I stared at her, the more I noticed that she wasn’t special in any way. Lycans were known to have this powerful aura around them and that was the major reason I hated their guts! But as for her, she looked timid, and scared and I was about to send her back to the dungeon when my gaze landed on the inked inscription around her wrist that read ‘Tierra’ meaning earth in Spanish. Only the powerfu
Freya’s P.O.V After A Month Ever since that day with Thorne, I had never set eyes on him again and I was confined to quarters where I wasn’t allowed to step out until the pregnancy test would be out. In the quarters that I was confined to, all the necessities were provided to me. Like food, dresses, and snacks but the only issue was that I wasn’t allowed to have access to phones in a bid for me not to communicate with the outside world. Nevertheless, I was glad that all of this was going to be coming to an end soon and I would finally be set free from this prison. My only hope was that Thorne would keep to his word and after the pregnancy test results came out today, I would be allowed to leave just like he had promised. Plopping on the couch, sadness weighed in on me as I rubbed my hands on my empty stomach before heaving an exasperated sigh. My mind drifted back to my conversation with Dr. Ann and her words about how I would never be able to bear a child repeated
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