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 powerful Lycans who were directly connected to the royal family were the ones who had this sign. My eyes swept back to her face as she ducked her head, fiddling with her fingers and a smile crept at the corner of my lips. “What is your name?” She raised her head, locking gazes with me as her lips wobbled. “Fr…..Fr….Fr…” She stuttered. Raising a brow, I said in a deep raspy voice. “A cat suddenly got your tongue?” Her eyes squeezed shut and she blurted out. “Freya. Freya Hans……” She paused. “Freya Finnegan” She exhaled sharply, taking deep breaths in a way that caused my eyes to glint with amusement. All through my existence, I had never witnessed any Lycan as scared and fearful as she was. With my hands folded behind me, I fixed her a stern gaze. “Listen, as much as I despise all Lycans, most importantly people related to the Lycan King, I have no plans of hurting you or keeping you around me for a long time” Despite the glint of fear in her eyes, her eyes peaked with curiosity. “And what could it be? Your majesty” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I want you to be my breeder. You will give me a child” I watched as she swallowed hard, fiddling with her fingers. “How would that be possible sir…….”Her words trailed and she ducked her head as soon as I shot her a glare. “Impossibility doesn’t exist in my books. I don’t care about how you were sold or who sold you but what matters to me is now so listen to me carefully,” “My fiancée and I have been trying for a child for a while now with no positive results. After consulting the priestess, she mentioned that my fiancée would only bear a child after a powerful Lycan from the royal family gave me my first child. You have nothing to worry about though, my fiancée approved of this” I plopped on the couch behind me, crossing my legs as my eyes slithered down her body. “You only need to get pregnant, give birth, and after you are done nursing the child, the baby will be collected from you and you will be compensated greatly for this” Freya bit the insides of her cheek, anxiousness and fear glinting in her eyes as she swallowed hard. “Sir, there is a problem. The doctor said that I……” Her words trailed as soon she locked eyes with me. She soon squeezed her eyes shut and there was something about the way she acted that fascinated me. She shook her head negatively. “That isn’t even the problem right now, the thing is I am still…” She bit her lower lips before she squeezed her eyes shut and blurted out. “Sir, if the Lycan King finds out that I had anything to do with you or anyone here, he is going to kill me” I cocked my head to the left, a smile creeping at the corner of my lips when the reasons for her fear dawned on me. “So you are scared of getting killed?” She bobbed her head. I scoffed. “I am sure that you wouldn’t be that stupid to return to your kingdom plus don’t get ahead of yourself because like I said, I have no plans of keeping you here and since you were sold to me, I can do to you as I please” “And you should be scared of me because you are mine for now” She swallowed and a coy smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. “Seeing how scared you are, I can only assure you of something if you fail to get pregnant, then you will be allowed to leave!” Her eyes glinted with hope and it made me want to crush that hope or something. However, what she didn’t realize was that I hid the real reason I needed a breeder. The harsh reality of my life was that I was placed under a curse by the moon goddess because I fell in love with someone other than my mate. Because of that curse, I would never find my mate— I didn’t care about that. In addition, I would never have a child unless a powerful Lycan from the royal family gets pregnant for me. That is the only way the curse would be broken and my fiancée, Celeste would be able to get pregnant as soon as the curse is broken. So, that was why I needed Freya. I needed her to break the curse. “So what do you say?” She raised her head, staring at me in the eyes and there was something about the way she stared at me that I couldn’t place. “I don’t know.” I rose, taking slow strides towards her while she took a step back and another step back until there wasn’t any space between us anymore. “It doesn’t matter to me. You only have to remember that you are here to be my breeder” I stood before her while she gripped the side of her dress. Staring deep into her brown eyes, I slipped a hand over her waist drawing her close to me while she winced, a glint of nervousness in her eyes. My heart pounded in my chest with a mix of excitement and confusion. The more I stared into her brown eyes, the more I drowned inside and without thinking twice, I wrapped both hands around her, slamming my lips on hers. She froze for a second as she folded her hands against my chest. Kissing her mercilessly as my tongue ravaged the insides of her mouth while tightening my grip around her hair, a groan left her lips. I pushed her to the bed, staring at her while trying to feign an expression devoid of emotions even though something was stirring deep within me. While I stared at the scaredy cat on the bed, my mind wandered back to Celeste and she was the one who pushed me into doing this. She wanted me to break the curse and prompted me to take a breeder. I didn’t care about the curse. But, Celeste wanted a child and after months of pleading with me, I had to give into her demands. I fixed my gaze back to Freya, assuring myself that it was just business and I had to shove every weird emotion that was beginning to rise inside of me. Her eyes shone with fear as her lips wobbled. “I think that there is a mistake somewhere. I can’t give birth…..” I crawled on top of her, shutting her up with another kiss. Panting, I slurred. “If you talk one more time without asking you to, I promise to cut off your tongue” She swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut while my hands tore the soft fabric that she was clad in. She covered her perky breast with her hands but a glare from me, caused her to take her hands off as she surrendered to me in defeat. Grabbing her by the hips in a bid to drag her closer to me, I yanked my pants off, my cock nudging at her entrance. Her eyes traveled from my face to my cock as she squeezed her eyes shut in fear, gripping the sheets like she was bracing herself for what was going to come next. In one push, I slid into her, her eyes flicking open and she gasped. I pounded into her, thrusting till she was screaming and her nails dug into my arm. Plunging hard and fast, her eyes shone with tears and she moaned at the same time. It didn’t take long for me to reach my climax as my eyes shut and this time, I increased the pace at which I rammed into her until pleasure rocked through me. Spilling my seeds inside of her, I rolled off her body while grabbing my clothes, not sparing her a single glance. “We will meet again when the test results are out. Don’t think about running away from me because if you do, I will find you.”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
Freya For a second, it felt like space closed in on me and the only sound that I could hear was the sound of my blood drumming in my ears and the doctor’s words that kept echoing through my mind. ‘Congratulations Miss Freya, you are pregnant with quadruplets’ My eyes fluttered continuously, glancing at the doctor who stared at me with a straight expression on his face. And then, out of nowhere, I began laughing. First of all, it started with a low chuckle that ended up escalating into full-blown, uncontrollable laughter. The doctor’s face furrowed in confusion as he exchanged fleeting glances with the maid who stood at the door with confusion boldly written on her face. This was absurd! I mean was this a prank or what the hell was going on? As I shook my head, amidst the laughter that escaped my mouth, I tossed the pregnancy report back to the doctor. “Sir, I think that you are mistaken, there is in no way that I am pregnant” “We conducted a series of tests bef
Thorne’s P.O.V There was something about that woman that I couldn't wrap my head around—something enchanting, dangerous, and deeply infuriating. Never in my wildest imagination have I ever imagined someone else carrying my child but I was excited that I was going to be a father. If Celeste hadn't put me into this situation, I honestly wouldn't care about the curse and the consequences. Celeste was enough for me but ever since Freya came into my life, something dangerous sparked in my heart. It was like a raging flame threatening to destroy everything in its wake. Since the first time I laid eyes on her, I hated her timidness and doubted that she would ever be able to break the curse. I honestly didn't want anything to do with her and the last thing I wanted was for the thoughts of her to occupy my mind. But I couldn't control it, I couldn't control the times I stared at her dancing in the rain, times when she had climbed a tree to save a stray cat that found its way
Freya’s P.O.V Thorne and I stood frozen as time lagged between us and the only voice that kept ringing through my head was how I was done for! Not only was I carrying the children of my father’s enemy but I was also mated to him. Could my life get any worse? Tears slowly found their way to the back of my eyes, pressing at the back of my eyelids so much that it blurred my vision. How in the world was Thorne my mate? Thorne of all people! What kind of dangerous trick was the moon goddess playing with me? Why would she mate me with the man who wouldn't hesitate to kill me as soon as he found out that I was the Lycan princess? Despite the tears that blurred my vision, I could feel his cold gaze burning my face so much that my heart tightened in pain. Irrespective of the crushing realization that hit me like a tidal wave, I couldn't deny the fact that there was this burning sensation that lingered in my heart. My heart yearned for him. It called out to him. It was racing
Freya A cloud of darkness settled over my head, heavy and suffocating while I remained seated on the bare ground, pulling my knees to my chest as my mind replayed the argument that I had with Thorne. No matter how much I tried to wrap my head around things, I just couldn’t understand why the moon goddess would mate me with Thorne. Why would she put me in this dangerous situation? I was too numb to speak as I stared into space and rubbed my hands on my stomach instinctively. I hated the thoughts that coursed through my mind, the thoughts that wanted to stop me from getting attached to this pregnancy. The thoughts that these precious babies of mine might end up being stillborns just like the others were. Heaving an exasperated sigh as I gathered the strength to get to my feet, I was soon taken aback when soft delicate fingers wrapped around my shoulders, the scent of fresh jasmine wafting through my nostrils. I almost flinched but on glancing up to see who it was, Celest
Freya’s P.O.V Curled in a fetal position on the bed while my mind replayed all the events with Thorne and Celeste that happened this week, my heart almost leaped into my throat when a knock sounded on the door. My eyes flew open instantly as I sat upright, confusion swirling through my mind because the maid that was assigned to me signed off for her duties for today so who could be at the door? Celeste? Or Thorne! My heart slammed against my ribcage as fear slowly gripped my soul while I jumped off the bed, steeling myself for whatever was coming next. With every tiny step that I took towards the door, my heart kept pounding against my chest. “Who…who…is that” My words came out as stutters while I gripped my gown anxiously. “Can you please open the door? I would like to have a word with you” That voice. It didn't sound like that of Thorne’s. Swallowing the heavy lump that formed in my throat, my eyes closed briefly as I took in a deep breath and pulled the door ope
Celeste’s P.O.V Curling my legs by my side, I sipped my wine, staring intently at the women who were lined in two rows, standing half-naked. Rolling my eyes to the back, my mind couldn’t help but keep wandering about what had happened between Thorne and me. He yelled at me for the first time. He did that because of that good-for-nothing breeder. I exchanged fleeting glances with the head servant, pointing. “The blonde and the brunette” My voice was cold and icy. The head servant lowered her head. “I would make sure they get dressed and begin to work for you. I will teach them what they have to do” I rolled my eyes, forcing out a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “They wouldn’t be working for me instead, they will be working for Thorne” “Are we changing King Thorne’s maids?” I shook my head. “No, they will become Thorne’s sex slaves” “Okay…” Her words trailed before her eyes widened as she stared at me in shock and exclaimed. “Sex Slaves?” I raised a brow. “Do you
Freya’s P.O.V I jolted awake, my heart racing in my mind because of the nightmare that I just had. I had seen myself vomiting blood till a hand pushed me into the ocean. A groan left my mouth, sitting upright while trying to catch my breath as I dashed away the sweat that was beginning to form on my forehead. Before I could wrap my head around what was going on, the sound of stilettos against the floor filled my ears. “Are you awake?” Someone cooed while I turned my head around instinctively in the direction that the voice emanated. Celeste strutted towards me, worry boldly written on her face as she increased her pace and sat on the bed next to me. “Are you okay, Freya? You have been unconscious for hours” The more I stared at her, the more confusion swirled in my mind. What was she talking about? “I…” My words trailed when some memories flooded through my head. From what I could recollect, after taking like two spoonfuls of the porridge I was served, I had started
Thorne’s P.O.VMy heart almost leaped into my throat because all of a sudden, an arrow came flying out of nowhere, whizzing past my ears until it embedded itself on the wall across from me. For a second, I was shocked, trying to process what had just happened and in the next second, I was now standing before the wall. My muscles tensed and for some reason I couldn't place, fear didn't grip but instead, my eyes were piqued with curiosity because why was an envelope attached to the arrow?Confusion swamped my mind. Who was still doing this in this century?I reached for the arrow, pulling it out with so much strength. Tossing the arrow to the ground, my brows furrowed in confusion as I stared at the name boldly written on the envelope. Freya. “Freya?” I mumbled to myself, wondering why something like this would be passed across to Freya in this manner. Could it be Enzo?Was he scheming again? I tore the envelope open, yanking out the letter that had a hole in the middle. My eyes bre
Celeste’s P.O.VPulling my legs to my chest, I buried my face in between my knees. I couldn’t count the last time that I had seen the sunlight. Ever since Nigel recaptured me, he had abandoned me in the basement since then. I didn’t know what happened to Camilla either. Dead? Maybe. I didn’t care. I lived constantly in fear, the kind of fear that settled in my bones, the one that kept me on the edge, the one that made me scared about the unknown. Nigel hated me and I could feel my death’s day getting closer with every passing second. However, the question was when? I have spent thirty days in this basement… I had even lost count. The fear of death terrified me to my bones. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling that I wanted to experience yet. Sometimes, thoughts about how to make Nigel forgive me would cross my mind. Thoughts about apologizing to him, owning up to my mistakes, and pleading for my life. But my ego…No. I would rather fall from a cliff on my own than apologize for somethi
EnzoMy fingers curled tightly around her neck, tears welling in her eyes, and staring into Freya’s eyes, I had never felt so much rage at once. She didn’t fight back, instead, her mouth parted, and a strangled gasp escaped her. “No…one… I would never tell anyone” She stammered out and that was the moment the storm inside of me calmed. “Promise?”She choked out. “I promise”My pupils dilated, and I slowly released my fingers around her throat. Freya fell to the ground, her fingers fluttering to her neck as she gasped for air. Guilt wrapped its way through my heart and pity shone in my eyes for her. I hated that it did. I hated that I felt sympathetic towards Freya. Not sparing her another single glance, I grabbed the coat, threw it over my shoulders, and stepped out of the room with anger coursing through me. Just at that moment, my heart turned cold in my chest when my phone buzzed in my hands. I swallowed the heavy lump that formed in my throat, glancing at the message on the
Freya’s P.O.V I sucked in a deep breath and then another before my eyes fluttered open, and I mustered the courage to knock on the door of Enzo’s room. Knocked once, and did it a second time, but there was no response. Frustration needled at me for a second, and it made me wonder if he was in there. The maid that I met on my way here had claimed that he was in. At that moment, my mind drifted back to Thorne and how he had told me to be careful around Enzo. But I would never understand the need to. Before Thorne showed me any kindness, Enzo was a nice person to me. He always brought me food, gave me fruits, and would listen to me rant. So, why did I have to be careful around him when it was obvious that he was going through something? Just as I raised my hand to knock the third time, the door suddenly opened, and I drew my hand back immediately. His hair was disheveled, and he ran his hands around his face, groaning. “What do you want?” I smiled. “Can I come in?” He threw h
Thorne’s P.O.VAfter leaving the field, Enzo and I went to visit Asher’s family alongside Heath. I didn't know what to make of the expression on his face but all I knew was that while we were there, he had his head lowered, not daring to look at Asher’s fiancee and his son. He couldn't even hold him in his hands. Only a guilty soul would do that. All of this further proved that he had something to do with it. I was now back home, discussing with Heath concerning Enzo and while we were speaking, I caught sight of Freya, and everything Heath had been saying faded into the background. My heart pounded hard against my chest and I called out to her. “Freya…”She stopped in her tracks, shooting me a quick glare before darting her eyes over to Enzo who lowered his head in reverence for her. She did the same and that was when I dismissed Heath. “Freya, what is this?”Her face contorted into a frown and before I could take a step, she turned on her heel. I stared at her in disbelief, runni
Thorne’s P.O.VI stood at the rim, calling Freya repeatedly, but she didn't answer and the one time she answered, she broke down over the phone. She sobbed, talking about how I had hated her, didn't trust her, and was pretending to love her. Freya screamed, reiterating the fact that she was different from her father. How she just wanted to live and how I had always done nothing but break her heart all the time. Honestly, I didn't know where all of this was coming from. I didn't even know if these words were caused by her random mood swings but the pain in her voice…It broke me.And worse, she didn't allow me to speak because she hung up on me and didn't answer any of my calls since that time. I was worried. Deeply worried. I was far from home and the thought of Freya in that broken state was unbearable. It made my heart twist in pain and…Heath broke my train of thought. I turned, my eyes drifting to the plastic evident bags that he gripped— the bag that contained small glass bot
Freya’s P.O.VThere was a decree that whoever was found with Silver poison had to be killed. I could only hope that whoever had it in their possession was found so that the senseless deaths that just spurred out of nowhere could end. Thorne would stop being stressed and when the war is over, we would finally have peace. I crouched before Isaac, meeting him at eye level as my mind drifted towards the priestess. She had made some prayers to the moon goddess and somehow, I had started regaining some bits of my memories from that night. Thorne and Enzo had claimed that a spell had been cast upon me to wipe out a part of my memory. Although, I hadn't believed but now that the priestess had stepped in, I could remember Reginald being there but what he had said was what I couldn't remember. He had been surrounded by some strange women, and just that image of him that flashed through my mind sent a shiver down my spine. Isaac broke my train of thought. “Mum, I am starving”My pupils dilat
Thorne’s P.O.VAnother silence stretched through the court, my eyes shifting to Alan who whimpered softly as he covered his mouth with his hands, blood slipping between his fingers.My mind drifted back to what the Elders said concerning the dangerous poison—Silver. Even though I knew what they were trying to say, I couldn't help but admit that Lycans don't react to the effect of Silver like that. While the moon goddess banned Silver for our kind, the chances that a Lycan could be the one distributing Silver were high. However, the one thing I would never understand was why Freya’s name was being dragged into this. It seemed to me like they hadn't learned their lesson after what I just did to Alan. I rolled my eyes, breaking the silence. “By mentioning Freya as the only Lycan in the kingdom, what are you trying to insinuate?” Elder Craig. “We are not trying to accuse her, but the people are already suspecting her. They also believe that she doesn't have your well-being at heart, a
Thorne’s P.O.VNo one had dared speak against me ever since I founded the Rogue Kingdom. They knew that speaking against my word or order meant death for them. But, the council of elders was here, ranting, and as much as I was seething with rage, I couldn’t say a single word. As if Asher’s death wasn’t worse, five different men were found dead and their bodies were disfigured just in the same way as Asher’s. Silver. They had all consumed a silver poison. At first, I had thought that Asher’s death was due to suicide—I mean everything was confusing. In the note that he had left, he had written about how he was fed up with everything and felt like he didn’t deserve his family. He had even sealed the note with his blood. I wanted to think that it was suicide, but with the bodies that were recently found, I would be too foolish to ignore the pattern. They couldn’t have committed suicide. This was murder. Someone in possession of Silver was sending a message to me. I wanted to point fi