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
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