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
Freya’s P.O.V Anxiety crept at the back of my neck as unease rose to choke me while I fiddled with my fingers, taking tiny steps towards the huge door where the devil himself resided. Thorne Frost. I swallowed the heavy lump that formed in my throat as different thoughts plagued my mind. Thorne was confusing. “He said I shouldn’t come close to him, yet he wants me to be his maid and he also cares for me…maybe it isn’t me that he cares for. It would be the triplets…” My voice was barely above a whisper while I paused in my tracks, placing a hand on my stomach instinctively. ‘I wish that you babies stay alive’ I thought deep within me but the saying ‘if wishes were horses, beggars would ride’ dashed any ounce of hope remaining in me. I sucked in a shaky breath, my eyes closing briefly while I tried to come to a resolution within myself. All I needed to do was do my freaking job, not step on the devil’s tail, mind my business and avoid Thorne. I exhaled sharply, glanci
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
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
Freya’s P.O.VTo get rid of that grotesque image of Bellona that was stuck in my head, I followed Enzo to a car racing game. Thorne was occupied with a lot of work and had promised to accompany me some other time. Racing with Enzo relieved me of stress and gave me just the perfect rush of adrenaline that I needed, even though his car was always the one to cross the finish line. It didn't matter that I had lost the game, what mattered was the relief that it brought me. And hopefully, I would stop seeing the haunting image of Bellona in my dreams. I leaned against the wall, sending Thorne the pictures that Enzo and I had taken. Enzo came out of the car and, like always, he had won against another opponent. Removing his helmet, he raked his hands through his hair and walked towards me. I shoved my phone into my pocket, pushing away from the wall as he now stood before me. He beamed with a smile, but the uneasiness in his eyes made me decipher that he was about to make another reques