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 don’t stop walking until I’m right at the entrance of the class room and let go of Adam’s hand to drop on my usual seat.“Hey… You sure you’re okay?” He asks again, approaching my desk.I look up at him, forcing a smile, though my heart is pounding so fast and stinging like a burn.He finally nods before walking over to his own desk and chair. Luckily, he takes the one right next to me which fills me with a bit of comfort.I need the emotional support, especially since Silas would be attending this very same class and with Elena by his side.Memories of the first class we had ever had comes rushing in. How he blatantly let her be all over him and looked at me with this demeaning look in his eyes, as though he would be okay with me joining in on their fuck fest.Would I be forced to endure all that today as well? Would he let her be all over him, especially knowing the history we’ve had?Silas wouldn’t be that cruel.I mean, this whole thing still seems so pre-rehearsed
FREYA’S POV: I already have a headache once the bell signaling the end of the class rings.I know I shouldn’t have thought about it… I shouldn’t have jinxed myself and now, I’m stuck with the last two people I want to see constantly for the next week.As soon as everyone starts exiting from class, I pick up my books and dash to the front desk right where Mrs. Michael is before she can leave.“Excuse me, Ma’am.” I say in the most polite toned voice I can muster to butter her up.She pauses from packing up her stuff and looks at me dryly.“If you didn’t understand something in class, you’ll have to wait till the end of school to meet me, kid.” She immediately jumps to conclusion on what I need.“No… not that. It’s about the group placements.” I explain.Her face quickly contorts into a glare once my words sink in.“I’m sure you heard that I’m not going to change anything about them… if you were infact paying attention.”“I did… Just… You see, my other partners and I have a bit of bad bl
FREYA’S POV: “Did you really need to do that?” Adam asks as soon as I jog up to him.He begins walking away and I struggle to keep his pace with my much shorter legs.I admit, it might have been a bit dramatic but it was necessary. I don’t want to constantly worry about him while working on the project.“I did. Silas and I are going to be working together, and we all need to cooperate if we’re going to make a reasonable score. I have no intentions of getting anything less than an A.” I explain.“You sure it’s not more than that?” He prods further.“What?”He pauses, suddenly turning to me. I stumble a bit to stop my fast paced walking without warning and successfully steady myself.“Are you sure it’s just about calling a truce, Freya?”He looks at me more seriously than before. His once playful countenance is completely gone.At first, I wonder what exactly it is that’s suddenly putting him in such a sour state. The look of dislike and other things swirling in his eyes, till it sudd
FREYA’S POV: Working with the group had been surprisingly stress free through the rest of the week with not that much drama as I had expected.Just occasional glares from Elena and Silas, of course mostly keeping to himself and the best part is; we are more than halfway done.For the reason to get over with it once and for all, I stood right before the full length mirror in the room, getting dressed on a Saturday.I settle for an off white long sleeved crop top with a simple sunflower design on the front, light blue shorts and a pair of white converse. I look simple enough… Or is the crop top too much?I fiddle with the ends, feeling a little bit unsure to let part of my belly show because of my weight.Compared to weeks ago, I had gained a considerable amount of flesh. Though I’m still nowhere close to how I was before the incident, and my bruises had long faded. I have reached a level in this journey with my body where I can stare at it for hours and not hate it anymore, feeling
FREYA’S POV: “…or are you just clumsy, Freya?”I’m taken aback by how someone can be so unbearably heartless and ruse one second and then, in the next one, he sounds so gentle and sweet.And then, this position we’re in, where I’m so close to his face.I force my eyes to look away while I blush uncontrollably and respond.“I guess, it’s part of my subtle charm.” The words leave my mouth without me even thinking.Once they do, I feel even more stupid.What was that? Am I really trying to sound cool even in this situation?He probably finds it as cheesy as I do.But he chuckles. Laughing, and again, it’s genuine and not forced.He gently sets me on my feet and puts more distance between us. While I still feel heat on my cheeks, most of my anger has long dissipated, leaving me flustered and clueless on what to say or do next.“Don’t leave.” He mutters suddenly, almost inaudible.I second guess the words I hear leaving his lips and even the almost desperate tone behind them.“Excuse me?
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