The rest of the day goes smoothly, and I finally let myself relax and expose myself to the therapy of shopping.I must admit… it actually does work.The week that follows rolls by, quicker than I want, but I don’t hate it too much. A part of me desperately wants to fall into some kind of routine that can keep my mind active.I mostly sleep and lay in bed, staring at my phone.Not once did Silas call or text, but I assume he’s too busy with work… I mean, he did say he had lots of things to do. I assume closing the investigation concerning my whereabouts would take some time.Plus, I also wasn’t ready. So, it went on like that till the first day of school resumption.First day of school… Darn.If only I could feel as excited as I was on the very first day I set foot on school premises… But no, I’m terrified and anxious.Somewhere along the lines of being kidnapped and tortured my crush’s father, aided by my best friend’s ‘on and off’ boyfriend, I lost my social skills and the joys o
FREYA'S POV: The sudden urge to puke overcomes me, and I gag before quickly blocking my mouth with my hand and swallowing it back down.Lucas' face turns blue with horror, and Adam sets into panic mode.“Holy shit… are you okay?”“Yeah.” I mutter, but I really don’t feel okay “You look green.” Adam points out.Suddenly, I feel so nauseous and dizzy.“Okay, maybe I’m not okay.” I confess.I badly need to puke.Lucas stands there, holding my books, too petrified to say anything. He probably thinks I’m disgusted by him but that’s not really the case. I just pictured his guts red, all bleedy and dangling out of his body.Thinking about it again, I feel another puke coming again.“Okay, that’s it. I’m taking you to the nurse’s office.”“No… I’m going to miss the first class.” I whine.“You can afford to miss it.”Before I can protest even more, he picks me up in his arms with much ease. I imagine I’m as light as a feather with the lack of flesh look I’m sporting.I don’t fight and let h
FREYA'S POV:I stand there, perplexed for more than a few seconds even till the hallway becomes empty again, and I’m the only person standing there like a daft idiot.No way…Maybe I had been wrong. I had seen the wrong person. Maybe it wasn’t Silas. But those cold silver eyes are impossible to confuse with anyone else’s, and I know for a fact that it’s him — my wolf does as well.I felt it; my entire being recognized my Silas.Then maybe, he hadn’t really seen me…That’s right.He hadn’t seen me, and the glint of recognition in his eyes was a trick of the light. Because I’m anemic and exhausted, I’m seeing things, confusing things that aren’t real.It makes more sense that way. It makes more sense that he hadn’t really seen me than the narrative that he had just walked by… like I was nothing. Yeah, Silas wouldn’t do that.I know this, yet my eyes sting and while I suddenly begin hyperventilating, my vision grows blurry and wetness pools of them.Fuck these darn tears… Why are y
FREYA'S POV:My entire body grows tense in just seconds, followed by the need to throw up.I swallow down the acidic bile in my throat and shake off the stiffness in my body, forcing air into my clogged lungs.There has to be some kind of explanation.I take a few more steps towards his table. He definitely saw me… so why does he keep looking away?Elena finally notices me drawing closer and a sinister smirk graces her lips all too quickly. The glint in her eyes bears too much resemblance to King Darius.She rises quickly, stepping out to ‘greet me?’ I don’t know, but I’m in no mood to entertain her right now, so my eyes remain focused on Silas.She stands in my way just as I arrived at my destination; right infront of the table they’re sitting at. Her hands resting on her hips as she smirks down at me.She wants to provoke me ofcourse, but I ignore her, tilting my head to the side to look at him, yet she blocks my way. I tilt the other way but she does the same, purposely stopping m
FREYA’S POV:My eyes are red and puffy from all the continuous crying, and I hate it.I mean, this is the most I’ve let myself cry in a day and all over a boy. Well, it’s not just any boy, it’s Silas Bloodmoon — Alpha prince and the first guy I’ve ever really liked and let myself get so close to.He was my freaking first time, meaning he holds enough significance in my life.And compared to all that, maybe I was just a little speck of dust he had encountered. Just one of the many girls he had gone through in high school before ending up with his betrothed.Sighing, I close the little pocket mirror in my hand and look around at the perfect greenery around me.I’m sitting in one of the many school gardens during a random free period, tending to my swollen eyes and shattered heart.The scenes with Silas ignoring me and Elena just being a major bitch, rubbing her slutty self all over him, keeps playing over and over in my head.And with every replay, my heart crumbles even more.I’ve made
FREYA’S POV: The sky came falling afterwards.The light pitter-patter echoed in the air as the droplets fell onto the once dried earth and rooftops, creating this sort of foggy white background noise that drowned out everything around me… Including the sounds of my tears.I feel a sense of calmness and safety, knowing if I burst into a wail, my screams would be muffled by such sweet and soothing sound.And the grey, dull and gloomy sky perfectly depicted the mess of emotions swirling within me.For the first time, I admit defeat.Since my birth, life had clearly waged some unwarranted war over me by making me an Omega and just when I manage to talk myself out of an abusive home and find something akin to love and happiness, things are ripped from my grasp without mercy.So, I give up… you win. I lost.“Freya?” Xena calls from the door leading to the inner parts of our room, where it’s probably warm and cozy.But I prefer the cold, chilly and partially wet balcony.The feel of the g
SILAS’ POV: A cool shower is just what I need to cool my head, especially after what happened with Freya… My chest hurts just thinking about it.The look in her eyes, the physical pain in her body movements. I feel tortured knowing I had been the cause of all that, but my torture is probably nowhere close to what she’s going through… And I hate myself for that reason.More and more, I consider just running away from all these duties just to be with her, but that would be a cowardly move. We would never be safe and constantly on the run. One mistake and we get caught — Father wouldn’t let her live.And an Alpha never abandons his pack.If this must be the cross I would bear to keep her safe, then so be it.I step into my room again, shirtless and drying my damp hair with a micro fiber towel lazily.It’s another night that would be most likely restless, so I’m not looking forward to it.Just as I lock the doors behind me, I finally get a whiff of her scent and look towards my bed, t
FREYA’S POV:After Adam’s confession, I had remained mostly speechless as life continued to spin way out of the course I had imagined.I still am speechless in that aspect, unable to give him an answer. I know for a fact that I don’t reciprocate his feelings, however. I’m still heavily infatuated with Silas, though that’s not going on very well, and I still have no plans of being in a relationship… but he’s a very good friend.He has stuck by during the bad times and is okay with me still having feelings for Silas, and just wanting to be around me while I heal. He wants to be seen as an option if ever one is needed.But I don’t think I can ever see him as anything other than that, and my biggest fear is him realizing that and just giving up on me.I have already lost enough from the little I had… I didn’t want to lose anymore. I wanted some sort of win… and I guess him sticking around would do us both good.Right?Yet, I can’t swallow the guilt that rises up in my throat every single
FREYA’S POV:I’m floating on the softest cloud ever, hovering over everyone else down below.I don’t want it is but there’s no sense of pain or strife within me… only peace.I’m finally at peace with every conflicting thought I’ve ever had about myself and everything around me, my friends… my new family. I regret nothing, and even if I could go back in time, I’d change nothing.It as though I’ve been reborn into my new self with a new dawn and beginning staring back at me.I don’t remember what kind of dream I have when my eyes finally open from this deep slumber but it leaves a sense of complete fulfillment and happiness.Once my eyes are open, I’m staring right up at the ceiling and quickly know that’s I’m in another new environment again.I groggily seat up, groaning once the pain in my lower back hits and suddenly feeling weight on my thigh.The weight being Xena passed off on my lap.This moment reminds me of all the times she’s stuck right by my bedside every single time I pass
FREYA’S POV:Luckily for me he actually shuts up unable to come up with anything else once it’s clear that I’m not going to budge at all.I take both his hands and with enough force smash against the chains with the same stone, continuously; hard with my stored up anger with whatever messed up fate I was born with.Like I don’t even get to rest for a week, or month before something major is pulled over me.Eventually it begins to crack under the pressure and finally breaks apart giving both his arm freedom.Instead of standing up, however, he falls back against the wall groaning in much more pain and clutching at his chest.“Silas!” I reach for him pulling him up again.“Freya… you should know, they gave me another toxic dose of wolfsband before locking me up. I can barely move or get us out of here. This is your last chance to get out of here and save yourself.” He says in a strained voice breaking out in cold sweat.“No way… you’re coming with me one way or another.” I say trying ha
FREYA’S POV:No matter how hard I try to focus on it I can’t seem to connect with Silas anymore adding more to my currently panicking state.I can’t help but think the worse especially with how bad he had sounded before I wasn’t able to hear him again.He’s definitely not safe or okay… I can feel it in the pit of my gut.Something extremely vile is going on.And he expects me to just abandon it all and leave?No fucking way I’m not.I walk up ahead towards the exit seeing a few unconscious bodies in my way as I walk by before I’m just by the doors to freedom where the other three are casually waiting from me.Xena stands up abruptly moving over to me.“How was it? Were you able to link with him?” She asks expectantly and all their eyes look up to me as well, expecting some form of newsGood news.I suck in my trembling breathe before I can speak.“Elena’s gone crazy and started some kind of usurp. Silas and his parents are currently captured… and the wizard I was talking about… someho
SILAS’ POV:“Magic?” I turn to Father, staring at him in disbelief but he doesn’t bother looking my way, probably because he doesn’t believe I deserve an explanation.“Oh… you didn’t know?” Elena says, focusing on me. “This family heirloom you see here is a magic artifact that was stolen by your great grandmother from a small group of wizards and used against them to force their submission.”She explains, dangling it right in my face.“You knew this?” I ask him again but he doesn’t bother looking my way.“She took the artifact from the magic users because they were abusing the power and using it to terrorize the people. Taking it was for our protection.” He explains instead.“Liars!” Elena yells out suddenly loud but her voice is different from before.It sounds merged with a male’s deeper voice, echoing her words immediately she says them.“You took the power for yourselves and used it selfishly.” She adds as her purple eyes begin glowing.I’m caught between thinking this is just an
SILAS’ POV:“What is this about now?” He snaps once we’re alone on the balcony.It’s just weird how he hasn’t noticed it, the hint of animosity oozing out of Elena and her father, after how it seems to be that they’re closely keeping an eye on every single thing we’ve been doing since they’ve walked in.“This isn’t the time to be a bastard of a father, so just listen to me.” I snap, easily provoked.“If this is your plan to ruin years of hard work I’ve put into this agreement, I’ll have to remind you whose life is at stake.” He points out cruelly without batting an eyelash.Again, he doesn’t bother to hear a single thing I have to say, which irks me even more. How can someone be so prideful that they can’t see what’s in front of them?“How loyal do you think Crescent moon pack is to the throne?” I ask.“Of course, no one can ever be loyal enough. We have more than a handful of wolf packs looking for a chance to overthrow us and take the mantle of power for themselves, and that’s why w
SILAS’ POV:It took what feels like an extra day since Father’s visit before I’m finally let out of my cell to change into a tux, of course for the dinner that’s scheduled tonight.My full strength hasn’t returned, so I don’t bother escaping and searching for Freya. I need to wait for the perfect time, when my strength is at its peak again.Once I’m dressed in the suit, however, two metal cuffs linked together by chains and most definitely laced with silver are clasped onto both my arms, restricting my movement.“Alpha’s orders; so you don’t go wolfing out when we least expect It.” The guard explains, tossing the key into his pocket.My old man had really considered everything. Keeping me in chains during said dinner to also to show the in-laws that he has me under his thumb this time and I won’t pull any funny business again.Interesting.Once secured, I’m escorted into a limo just outside, waiting to take me back home and farther from the place he has Freya locked up.I’m skeptical
FREYA’S POV:More than a few hours, and possibly a whole day have gone by since I gained consciousness, and I still can’t feel Silas.My wolf grows even more panicked as I feel bare and stripped for some reason. It’s weird how I’ve lived without it for years but days after receiving the bond and strengthening it, it almost feels like I just can’t live without it.The silence and white walls around aren’t helping at all.“Hey guys, wanna play a game to pass time?” Lucas yells out so I can hear what he’s saying.“Really, even now, you want to be goofy?” Xena admonishes him, probably with her eyes.“What? There’s nothing else to do.” He points out and he’s not wrong at all.But it won’t be easy focusing my mind on being calm… not when Silas is missing.“How long do you think it’s going to take before King Darius holds the mating ceremony?” I ask out loud, not really expecting an answer.“He’s going to want to get things sooner, so maybe we’re looking at five days, if not sooner.” Lucas
FREYA’S POV:“Freya… Freya…”The voice that seems a distance away summons my conscious mind back into my body and my groggy eyes slowly lift open.It takes a moment for my blurry vision to take shape and I can finally make out exactly where I am again, and where the voice is coming from.First off, I realize I’m in a cell room.How do I know?Same white walls just like before, resembling an asylum… probably designed to ensure that prisoners lose their grasp on reality and lose their minds.Man, I had never thought I’d somehow find myself back here, but here I am, trapped in prison again.Only difference with this room is the very tiny window high up on the wall to the other room; the hole that the voice seeps in.Second thing I realize is just how familiar the voice is.“Freya…” It calls out again like a harsh whisper.“Xena?” I croak, still having a dry throat.“Oh my god!” Her voice goes octaves higher and suddenly sounds extremely ecstatic. “Oh my God, Freya… You’re awake!”Yes I a
SILAS’ POV:The force of cold and chilling water splashing across my face forces my consciousness to come crashing back into my body.I immediately go on defense, remembering the last thing I had witnessed while gasping for air but I’m far from where I had been the last time, my eyes were open.Instead of the wet and muddy earth of the forest and sturdy trees around, I’m kneeling in a plain room with white walls and both my arms are heavily chained away from my body.And right in front of me is my father, sitting calmly.My rage returns only in seconds as I lurch forward after him, tugging at the chains to break them, but I’m pulled back by the unbreakable metal once my strength is unable to do so much.“Laced with Silver.” He points out just how much of my efforts are being wasted with my struggling.Even with that, I continue my struggle like a rabid dog thirsty for blood for a few more minutes before the fatigue actually begins to settle in.“Don’t try to fight too much and waste y