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 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
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
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
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
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 Anger seeped through my veins, my gaze fixed on Alexandro who was talking to Freya. At that moment, one thing I knew was that I couldn't stand the way he looked at her, the way he stared at her, and the way he laughed. Every bit of it grated my nerves as my fingers squeezed into fists, my nails digging into my palm. However, at that moment, my eyes darted over to Freya and something about her struck me. With the way her body tensed, she didn't seem involved with what Alexandro was saying instead she had her gaze fixed somewhere else, her expression distant and unreadable. I followed the direction of her eyes and at that moment, my blood turned cold, and for a second, I wanted to think that I was having a problem with my eyesight because what was she doing here? What in the world was Celeste doing here? Who invited her? Slowly she turned her gaze toward me and a wicked smile crept at the corner of her mouth as she waved at me. “Hello, Thorne,” She mouthed. I t
Thorne Maybe I heard wrong. Maybe all of this was a nightmare because Freya wouldn’t lie to me. There is no way that she would turn out to be the Lycan Princess. Mixed emotions crashed over me—Anger, disbelief, confusion, and most importantly, fear—it lurked at the back of my mind for a reason that I couldn’t place. I tried so hard to process everything that Celeste had said. How she was the Lycan Princess, how she was sold by her ex-husband, and how she was rejected by her family. How she ended up being the daughter of the murderer whose family I wanted to wipe out. I wanted Celeste to tell me that none of this was real. I wanted to scream and yell at Celeste that all of this was a fucking lie, but the pictures said otherwise. The pictures of Freya and her family that scattered across the ground. There wasn’t a single smile on her face in those pictures. No warmth, no comfort, or a sign of a bond between them. It seemed more like she was the outcast as she had men
Celeste Thorne might have put in protective measures to stop me from following Freya and the quadruplets but that doesn't mean that I would put a halt to my plan. “Alpha Nigel” The name rolled off my tongue as I stood on the pathway that led to the gigantic packhouse surrounded with golden lights and the trees that seemed to stretch endlessly. Mist covered the whole place and at that moment, my mind drifted to how I had pleaded with my father to please set up an appointment with Alpha Nigel. He knew Alpha Nigel but at the same time, he didn't want me to have anything to do with him. Although I had lied to him that the reason I wanted to meet Alpha Nigel was because of a business idea that could benefit both packs, he blatantly refused. It took a whole lot of pleas, and disturbance before he helped me in setting up an appointment with him. The phone was pressed to my ears as my dad’s voice filled my ear. “The reason I listened to your plea is because you said it would benefit the
Celeste’s P.O.V My heart scudded hard because of the intense emotions that crashed over me. I was losing my mind. I felt helpless and as much as I wanted to follow Freya and the quadruplets, the fear of Thorne getting rid of me held me back. If he had given the instruction for me to be killed, then it was going to happen because he wasn’t the type to change his mind so easily. But, that wasn’t even what bothered me right now, what bothered me was why in the world has Quin and Cole not gotten back to me yet. It has been two weeks since they promised to give me feedback from the Lycan King. Yet, so much had happened between that time frame. Ryle had left. Not like we had divorced. He had given me space for a while pending the time I got my shit back together. I paced back and forth, raking my hair while wondering why Quinn and Cole hadn’t gotten back to me yet. What was going on? Could chances be that they didn’t trust me or could they have forgotten that I had requested a me
Thorne’s P.O.VThe more I tried to forget about it, the more my mind couldn't stop replaying the argument that had happened between us. I had to leave before it escalated into something heated. I didn't know what to think. Not only that, but I had no idea what could be going through her mind, and it was driving me crazy so bad that I was lost in my thoughts. An influx of questions flooded through my mind. Why would she hide something like that from me? Does she secretly hate me? I mean, that was absurd, why would she hate me?But no matter how much I tried to process things, I couldn't understand why she would hide something like that away from me. She said she wanted to handle things herself and I hated to admit it but everything that she has handled on her own, always ended up in a disaster. Maybe not every time but most of the time. Sadie startled me out of my thoughts, laughing awkwardly. “How did we go from having fun to the air around us being spooky? Did you two get into a
Freya’s P.O.VAnxiety crawled at the back of my neck because I would be meeting Enzo today like Thorne had promised. It has been a long time since I have laid eyes on him, which contributed to the reason I was eager to see him. Did he still look the same?I had told the quadruplets about their new uncle, even though they wouldn't stop asking about the late Alexandro despite everything that he had done. Maybe it was because of the bond that he built with the kids— The same bond that he had ruined. Anyway, the kids were excited to meet Enzo. My mind soon drifted back to Quinn and Cole. Since they came with their nonsense, I haven't been able to sleep, and midnight calls with Thorne were the things that made me sane. Although, he would always ask if there was something that I wanted to tell him. It was more like he expected me to tell him something, and it made me wonder if there was a high chance that he knew that I had met with Quinn and Cole. Of course, I wanted to tell him, but
Celeste’s P.O.VA flame of hope ignited inside of me because of what I had told Quinn and Cole. A smile spread through my face and all that remained was them giving me the feedback concerning the Lycan King’s response. I inhaled a lungful of air and then my mind drifted back to Ryle and anger coursed through me at that moment. It was about time I filed for divorce and left that horrible man who wouldn't even accept our son’s name as Brett because of his selfishness and jealousy. “I should probably be divorced before the Lycan King takes Freya away. When Thorne finds out that she won't be coming back anymore, he will become depressed and overwhelmed with taking care of the quadruplets”“And that is where I would come in by offering him emotional support, and he falls back in love with me again and then, we live happily ever after” I muttered to myself.I was about to reach for my phone to call the lawyer when I received a call that sent me into confusion for a second. I was conflict
Thorne’s P.O.VThe more my eyes lingered on the documents that proved that Freya was indeed the one who had donated the bone marrow to save me, the more anger unfurled in my chest toward Celeste. It was difficult to believe that the woman whom I put on a pedestal, deceived me in this manner. As if that weren’t worse, she had the effrontery to appear before me and ask for something that she never donated. I was boiling. It felt more like she should appear right in front of me so that I could squeeze her into pieces for all her lies, deception, and manipulation that she had spun over the years. How in the world did I ever fall in love with such a selfish woman? How could I have never seen all the red flags? My blood rushed into my veins, my eyes darkening as my pulse quickened and at that fleeting moment, I reached for the documents scattered across the mahogany table, crumpling the papers. When I crumpled those papers, I envisioned Celeste. But that brought no relief to the storm
Freya The audacity. They had the nerve to tell me to leave my children, leave Thorne, and come back to the Lycan Kingdom— To the same place where I have been abused physically and mentally. To the same place where I have been locked up all of my life. I needed to know where the Lycan King got his nerves from—The same man who had always looked down on me, hurled insults at me, and even went as far as placing his stepdaughter over me. I stood up from where I sat, grabbing my bag before fixing both Quinn and Cole with a stern gaze. “I hope that we never meet again” I was about to turn away when Cole’s words made me halt in my tracks. “If you turn your back on us, you are turning your back on your roots. It was never your fault, but you broke the law, never associate with the Rogue King. The penalty is death and the Lycan King is trying to give you a second chance, yet you do this?” I turned, raising a brow in confusion. “What did you just say? Can you even listen to yourself?”
Freya’s P.O.V I sat in my car, staring into space while my mind replayed the conversation that we had on our date night. Why did he act like that when I had mentioned something about being a donor? Could chances be that he was somehow connected to who it was donated to? After I said those words, the date ended abruptly, and he drove me back home. He told me that he had to return to his territory because he wanted to investigate something, and it had been two days since I had set eyes on him. I missed him so much… He said he would be back by Sunday and mentioned something about Enzo coming over the weekend to take me and the quadruplets to the house where he was staying. He wanted us to spend a week with him or more… That didn't matter. What mattered was why he reacted in that way when I talked about donating bone marrow. Did I perhaps trigger a memory in him? All of a sudden, my heart skipped a bit and I almost flinched when someone knocked on the window of my car. Staring at
Celeste’s P.O.VI stared at my reflection in the mirror and just that pathetic sight of myself made tears well up in my eyes. This wasn't the me that I knew. I was now far from the classy, sophisticated, and powerful Celeste that I was. What was left of me was the worst version of myself. I knew that I wasn't that much of a good person, but the moon goddess wasn't fair with me. When I was with Thorne, I didn't even get pregnant at all but with Ryle, I had at least gotten pregnant and had miscarriages. Five times at least.But this particular pregnancy meant a lot to me. It rekindled my hope and made me think that I had gotten my happy ending with Ryle until tragedy struck again, and I didn't even touch him before I lost him— My beloved Brett. “Brett” The name rolled off my tongue and a faint smile formed on my face before my chest tightened because of the way Thorne had spoken to me with eyes devoid of emotion. How could he have told me that I deserved to lose my child? How could h