Freya I shuddered, the grotesque image of Kate’s lifeless body flashing in my mind. No matter how much I tried to lock those memories into the furthest corners of my heart, that taunting image never left. How could someone be that cruel and most importantly, how could the moon goddess mate me with someone as despicable as Thorne? How he even had a soft spot for Celeste was something that I couldn’t wrap my head around. Celeste was too nice and soft to be engaged to that man. It seemed more like he had a soft spot for those that he took as family. Since I was carrying his children, he must have taken that as a justifiable reason to do something so horrible as that to Kate. My eyes fluttered open while I tried to put those horrible thoughts behind me. I sucked in a deep breath, pushing the gigantic doors to the library open while shutting it closely behind me, pulling the lock. I couldn’t risk Thorne coming in here because this was now like my personal space since peopl
Freya I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil that brewed deep within me. But the more I tried, the more I struggled to grapple with the reality now set before me—The reality that I was stuck with Thorne and would have to see him more often. Even if I didn't, the necklace he had given to me for that absurd reason would always remind me of him and the atrocities that my father had committed against his people. I hated my life. I just hated it here. Biting my lower lip in regret, I turned, stealing a glance at Thorne who sat at a corner, flipping through the pages of an astronomy book. He seemed pretty chill and ever since he had revealed the secret opening to me, he had always frequented this library. A day hardly went by without him coming in here. So all those talks about Thorne hardly frequenting the library was nothing but bullshit. But maybe I shouldn't blame anyone since Thorne always came to the library without anyone noticing.
Celeste’s POV Something was wrong. The way she acted unsettled me. Her eyes flickered with fear and anxiety, betraying an unease she couldn’t quite hide. And then, that strange question about working for me—so improper, almost desperate. I watched the way her chest rose and fell steadily, her eyes blinking rapidly as she fisted her dress and forced out a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. I craned my neck to the side, studying her face in suspicion as she scratched her head nervously. My instinct wasn’t wrong, and it has never been wrong. Firstly, she took a long time before she opened the door and all of this meant that she had lied to me when she said she wasn’t quick to open the door because she was half-asleep. She was doing something behind that door—Something that she didn’t want me to see. I raised a brow, a smile creeping through the corners of my mouth while I glanced over her shoulders. “Are you sure you are okay?” I could see that glint of anxiousness fla
Thorne’s P.O.V The door swung open as Celeste stormed inside, gripping a necklace that dangled from her hands. My gaze coasted over to her as she marched towards me with eyes blazing with fury. “What is this, Thorne?” Her chest heaved up and down. “Did you give Freya this necklace or did she steal it? What am I even saying? She stole it because you would never give her something this precious to her” “She deserves to be punished. You can't let this slide!” A smile crept at the corner of my mouth because it was just the reaction that I had expected from Celeste. The longer I stared at her, the more anger surged through me, my mind spiraling back to everything I’d uncovered about her. When she pulled up that mental issue card against Rayna in a bid to exonerate herself, I had this thought nudging at the back of my mind that something was wrong. My mind was so unsettled that I could hardly sleep until I was forced to visit the mental institute myself while giving strict
Freya’s P.O.V For days, I had still been dazed about the way Celeste had confronted me. The murderous glint in her eyes still sent shivers down my spine as her long claws pressed hard against my skin, almost digging into my neck. At that moment, I saw a scary Celeste— A terrifying image of her that I couldn't get rid of. As I wrapped my arms around myself, Astrid’s warning flashed through my mind. I had always known that there was something weird about Celeste. Her niceness when she was supposed to be angry felt just too calculated and cold for me. Since she yanked that necklace off my neck, I haven't seen her and I couldn't help but be glad for the peace I had enjoyed for the past few days. And then Thorne… I stopped in my tracks immediately, trying to push back the memories that flooded through my mind. The images of his lips crashing on mine and the way he had violated my very existence were seared into my mind. I tried so hard to get rid of it, but I couldn't.
Freya “Anika, is that you?” My heart palpitated, fear clawing at the back of my throat as her eyes locked onto mine. Thorne’s words faded into the background, replaced by a single, overwhelming thought— my life would be over if this woman kept coming toward me. Sweat trailed down my forehead and the more my heart thrummed, she walked towards me. My lungs hitched, and a distressed breath escaped my lips. I thought this was going to be the end for me until a boy who seemed like he was in his teens rushed to meet her, panting heavily. “Aunt” He gasped for breath, grabbing her gently by the wrist. “You can't go around the mall without me. What if you ran into something? Don't forget that you are blind and…” As soon as those words slipped out of his mouth, relief flooded through me and I almost collapsed to the ground but at the same time, my heart shattered into pieces. What did he mean by she was blind? She yanked her hands away from his grip, her lips wobbling. “L
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
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