Freya I stared out the window, watching as the maids trooped in and out of the castle, holding luxurious fashion bags and all of that. Celeste was preparing for her anniversary with Thorne, and she seemed invested in everything that she shared with Thorne. But, I couldn’t say the same for the other person. Thorne. With an exasperated sigh, I glanced over my shoulder, stealing a look at the man lounging on the edge of the table, casually absorbed in his book. The more I stared at him, the more my mind was swamped with confusion because wasn't it ironic that while Celeste was busy with the preparations for the anniversary party, Thorne was always here? In his free time, he would check up on me. Before he leaves the castle, he would check on me. Thorne’s recent shift in behavior wasn't only scary but suffocating at the same time. I squinted my eyes suspiciously, trying to study his face and decipher what could be going through his mind. The more I stared at him, the m
Thorne Sparks— That was the only thing I felt around Freya. Anytime she was near, my heart would race like galloping horses and the only thing I wanted was to be around her. It was weird that I always felt something lit up in my heart when she was around, or could the mate bond be the reason I wasn't thinking straight? Maybe it didn't matter, perhaps what mattered was the fact that something in me yearned for her—Her mind, body, and soul. She brought alive something that I never knew existed in my heart. Something so pure and lovely that I had never felt around Celeste. From random kisses to frequent sex—I had never been this drawn to someone all my life so much that the only thing that occupied my mind was her. And right now, she had bewitched me so badly that as I was on a business call, the only one that I could think of was her. “Don't think about her, Thorne” I muttered to myself, tightening my grip around the phone that pressed to my ear as my eyes squeezed
Celeste’s P.O.V A wave of anger coursed through me as I watched the delicate white flakes swirling in the wind. The more I watched the snow, the more my pulse quickened. Why now? Why would it freaking snow when it was two days to my anniversary? I rolled my eyes, closing the drapes while running my hands through my hair. “Why couldn't it have snowed after Thorne’s and my anniversary?” “Now I have to watch the snow with him when I have no plans of stepping out of my room today” A painful groan rumbled from my throat as I made way for the walk-in closet. I rummaged through my wardrobe, pushing a pile of clothes aside while reaching for the long faux fur coat that Thorne had given me as a gift last winter. Thorne and I had this tradition of watching the first snow of the year together. It was a tradition that we have upheld for years and right now, the whole snow-watching thing was starting to get boring and frustrating for me. If it weren't for the fact that he
Freya My growing attraction to Thorne wasn't only intoxicating, but it was scary at the same time. What we were doing was so wrong, yet with every passing day, I could see my conscience slipping away and the walls around my heart crumbling down. The way his eyes would always light up whenever he looked at me. The way being around him always made me feel butterflies and the feeling of his skin against mine. Bliss. The fact that I felt attracted to the dangerous man who could harm me if he discovered my identity was deeply alarming. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the attraction that I felt towards him, and this was due to the mating bond—A bond that I hated and loved at the same time. I was jolted out of my thoughts when Astrid shook me by the arm. “Why are you smiling? Is there someone who is making you this excited?” I chuckled, yanking my hands off her grip. “What are you talking about? I wasn't smiling” Astrid wriggled her finger at my face. “You are and
Thorne’s POV The grand hall buzzed with music as I stood at the entrance watching as the guests milled around with champagne flutes. Despite my brows that tugged in a frown, I gesticulated for my brother, Enzo to come towards me. Enzo leaned in, his lips quirking in a smirk. “Are you that impatient for Celeste because I am sure you called me to ask about her whereabouts” He glanced up at me and when he did, his eyes locked onto eyes that blazed with fury. The smirk on his face disappeared while he straightened, his expression shifting into a serious one. “Okay, what is the issue?” “Did you make sure that the fur coat was delivered to Freya? The snow has been relentless this evening and considering her condition…” I paused when I saw the way Enzo squinted his eyes at me suspiciously. Enzo glanced around before he toned down his voice. “Why are you worried about her when today is your anniversary?” “Because she is carrying my babies and I have to be present in this jour
Freya’s P.O.V Time stops. My heart stops. His eyes locked onto mine and I could barely hear his words over the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. Still dazed, my gaze shifted to Celeste, whose reddened eyes shone with tears. The tear that tracked down her face snapped me out of my state of oblivion. At that moment, the eyes that covered my body sent my heart palpitating in fear as I took a step back and another step back. Slowly, the reality of Thorne’s words hit me. How could he do this to me? How could he do this to Celeste, and why was he bent on dragging me into all this mess? My breath got stuck in my throat as my breathing got constricted while I retraced my steps, my lips wobbling. “I… I…am not Freya…” My voice was barely above a whisper and with the judgy eyes fixed on me, it felt more like the walls were closing in on me. Before I could fall, Thorne’s hand curled over my waist, pulling me back as my hands rested gently on his chest. “Easy,” He said in
Celeste’s P.O.V I could feel the dried tears on my cheeks as my gaze lingered on Freya, who had slipped out of consciousness. Her feet, her hands, and her mouth were all bound and the longer I stared at her, the more a storm of fury brewed deep within me. My eyes closed shut, my mind replaying the way Thorne had humiliated me by professing his love to Freya on a night that was supposed to be ours. The fact that he even looked my father in the eye and disrespected him. A tear tracked down my face as my eyes fluttered open and a low chuckle that escalated into full-blown laughter left my mouth. “What do I do to you, Freya? What do I do to you for all the pain that you have caused me ever since you stepped into my life?” My grip tightened around the cold blade in my hand. At that moment, my mind drifted to when Thorne had grabbed the bat from my hands and tossed it to the ground before I could break the windshield of his third car. He had stared at me with this glint of i
Freya’s P.O.V My eyes flew open as my heart hammered hard against my chest and my breath came in ragged gasps. I could feel the sticky sweat that clung to my head as small whimpers left my mouth. I had just woken up from a nightmare. In my nightmares, I had seen Celeste looming over me while gripping a knife. For a weird reason, darkness loomed over me as I fisted the blanket, and at that moment, all the memories that had been locked in the corners of my heart occupied my thoughts. Astrid. The two men dragged her away. How someone pressed a wet handkerchief on my nose and… Was this a fragment of my memories, or had it been brought on by the nightmare? Why did I recall Celeste staring at me with a look so sharp and dangerous? Why did I see a cigarette dangling from her lips, watching me through the window? And, most unsettling of all, why could I still see the fire swallowing the building whole? Also, Thorne. He was the one who saved me. Could it have been that my s
Freya’s P.O.V Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, a shiver racing down my spine as goosebumps littered over my body. My eyes closed as Thorne pulled my hair to the side, delicately, and every feeling of his fingers brushing through my skin set my whole body on fire. This man had no idea about what he always did to me all the time. He had no idea how every touch of his spoke to my soul. I could feel the necklace around my neck as he leaned forward, his breath fanning my ears, causing heat to drift between my thighs as he drawled. “You can open your eyes” My eyes fluttered open immediately, my cheeks heating up as my fingers trailed the beautiful necklace. He stared at me with this sense of pride in his eyes, and his voice was low as he spoke. “Do you like them?” I turned, my fingers lingering on the necklace as I bobbed my head excitedly. “This is so beautiful. It is probably the most beautiful necklace that I have ever set eyes on” I glanced back at the mirror, still
Thorne I hated that I was doing this but I had to. As long as it meant tormenting the Lycan King and capturing his daughter— I would join hands with my enemies. Alpha Alexandro, my childhood enemy and the biggest ally to the Lycan King. The expression on my face darkened as my jaw clenched and the gigantic oak doors that led to the dining hall opened. Alexandro stood at the far end of the table and slowly, his eyes locked onto mine and the smile on his face died. His jaw clenched and a smug smile crept through the corners of his mouth. “We meet again. The reason you called me here better be worth it because you have wasted my time already” I smirked as I walked toward the far end of the table, watching him step back to take his seat. “This is my castle,” I said, my voice low and assured. “I rule everything here—time included.” Alexandro rolled his eyes as I settled in my seat while he sat across from me, shooting lasers into my face as he twirled the table’s knife bet
Celeste It has been months since I gave Thorne space and the craziest stuff about all of this was that he had never called me since then. Only if Freya had died then, he would have missed me, called me back, and it wouldn't have been too long before I was back into his arms. However, with the way things were going, why did it seem like he would never reach out to me until I took a drastic step? I ran my hands through my hair frustratedly, shooting a glare at Sadie who drummed her fingers on her laptop. Since she was chasing a doctorate, she has been busy with this dumbass project she kept talking about instead of helping me with important issues—Like getting back the man who is mine. I rolled my eyes to the back, taking a sip of my coffee before clearing my throat. She adjusted her glasses, glancing up at me while returning my smile and I couldn't help but be glad that I had her attention as she shut the laptop. “What is it, Celeste? Do you need help with anything? Are
Freya’s P.O.V My heart dropped to my toes, struggling to free my wrist from Thorne’s grip and at that moment, the only words that kept resounding in my head were “I was done for. How long has Enzo known? How long has he known that I was the Lycan King’s daughter, and I was the princess of the man whom he and Thorne hated? I didn’t dare glance at Thorne to see the reaction on his face nor did I stare at Enzo because no matter how Thorne might have professed his love for me, this was my end. I swallowed hard, my knees wobbled, threatening to give way beneath me, and for a split second, I wished that the ground could open up and take me instead. Anything to just save me from the misery that I found myself in. My heart almost leaped into my throat when Enzo snapped his fingers before me. “Why are you not speaking?” I fisted my dress, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to rush into my eyes. “I… I…had no idea that you knew all along…” My words came out as
Freya’s P.O.V It has been three months since that horrible event occurred in my life, and it was safe to say that things have changed a lot. Aside from my protruding stomach that kept increasing in size, the relationship between Thorne and I had gotten better—Although, it wasn't the way he wanted since I still walked on eggshells around him. Even though he made me see Celeste’s true colors, I couldn't get rid of those words—her words that kept lingering in my mind— about how Thorne might turn his back on me and get rid of me. I wanted to be comfortable around him, but I couldn't. I wanted to see me the same way he did. But that fear… No. I needed to be strong and wouldn't be caught off guard. Thorne had told me to forget about Celeste because she wouldn't be coming back into our lives to wreak more havoc but even though he knew her capabilities, I couldn't wrap my head around why he didn't believe that she started the fire. According to him, he had claimed that
Thorne I got out of the car, heaving an exasperated sigh while adjusting the black coat draped over my shoulder. As soon as the door slammed shut, a maid rushed towards me, lowering her head in reverence for me while trying to collect the bag containing the potted plant that I had gotten for Freya pending the time that she would regain consciousness. Anxiety crept at the back of my neck and despite the new doctor telling me that she would regain consciousness, I couldn’t get rid of the fear that lingered in my mind. The what ifs. Ever since I saved her from the fire, I had stayed by her side, tendering to her. My fear heightened when her fever burned high, and I had to place damp clothing on her head to cool her down. Astrid had wanted to help but since I was the reason she was in that situation, I decided to take the responsibility. Plus it was my responsibility to stick by her side and take care of her irrespective of the situation. At that moment, my mind drifted ba
Freya’s P.O.V My eyes flew open as my heart hammered hard against my chest and my breath came in ragged gasps. I could feel the sticky sweat that clung to my head as small whimpers left my mouth. I had just woken up from a nightmare. In my nightmares, I had seen Celeste looming over me while gripping a knife. For a weird reason, darkness loomed over me as I fisted the blanket, and at that moment, all the memories that had been locked in the corners of my heart occupied my thoughts. Astrid. The two men dragged her away. How someone pressed a wet handkerchief on my nose and… Was this a fragment of my memories, or had it been brought on by the nightmare? Why did I recall Celeste staring at me with a look so sharp and dangerous? Why did I see a cigarette dangling from her lips, watching me through the window? And, most unsettling of all, why could I still see the fire swallowing the building whole? Also, Thorne. He was the one who saved me. Could it have been that my s
Celeste’s P.O.V I could feel the dried tears on my cheeks as my gaze lingered on Freya, who had slipped out of consciousness. Her feet, her hands, and her mouth were all bound and the longer I stared at her, the more a storm of fury brewed deep within me. My eyes closed shut, my mind replaying the way Thorne had humiliated me by professing his love to Freya on a night that was supposed to be ours. The fact that he even looked my father in the eye and disrespected him. A tear tracked down my face as my eyes fluttered open and a low chuckle that escalated into full-blown laughter left my mouth. “What do I do to you, Freya? What do I do to you for all the pain that you have caused me ever since you stepped into my life?” My grip tightened around the cold blade in my hand. At that moment, my mind drifted to when Thorne had grabbed the bat from my hands and tossed it to the ground before I could break the windshield of his third car. He had stared at me with this glint of i
Freya’s P.O.V Time stops. My heart stops. His eyes locked onto mine and I could barely hear his words over the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. Still dazed, my gaze shifted to Celeste, whose reddened eyes shone with tears. The tear that tracked down her face snapped me out of my state of oblivion. At that moment, the eyes that covered my body sent my heart palpitating in fear as I took a step back and another step back. Slowly, the reality of Thorne’s words hit me. How could he do this to me? How could he do this to Celeste, and why was he bent on dragging me into all this mess? My breath got stuck in my throat as my breathing got constricted while I retraced my steps, my lips wobbling. “I… I…am not Freya…” My voice was barely above a whisper and with the judgy eyes fixed on me, it felt more like the walls were closing in on me. Before I could fall, Thorne’s hand curled over my waist, pulling me back as my hands rested gently on his chest. “Easy,” He said in