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’ve never been kissed so ravenously before… and I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone so badly to the point where I throw all caution to the wind and drown myself in the desires of my flesh.Because every single inch of my body down to my bones wants to lose itself into him.I let him press his soft lips against mine with an unquenchable hunger just as I glide mine against his as well, matching the intensity and need, licking every inch of his lips with every move.I press my frail body against his hard toned chest, and he makes a growling noise at the back of his throat, pressing me firmly against him.My hands begin flying everywhere, wanting to feel and touch as much as I can, sliding into his shirt. I hear a little ripping sound but ignore it, fighting to feel more of his hot skin against mine.It becomes more than just a primal need to be closer and remove every single barrier between us.He picks me up in a swift motion, and I instinctively wrap my legs tightly around
SILAS’ POV:I knew it from the moment the temptation came in… the sight of the creamy skin on her neck calling out to me, the craving burning from within to close the distance and claim her.I knew it from the moment she looked up at me with those fierce brown eyes, with her lips slightly ajar from my lustful confession… I knew it from the moment her lips pressed against mine that I could never let go of her.That I want her all to myself.My entire being craved her to be mine alone, and the thought of having anything but that made me go insane.I had tried to do the sensible thing, stay away so she could be safe… warn her of my terrible intentions towards her body… yet she hadn’t run.Wkept running into the other as well, so fuck all that.Fuck it all.I want Freya. I don’t know how to have her yet, but I do.So, when the chance to kiss her crazy came, I took it, devouring every inch of her soft supple lips, sucking on that tongue that should only make my name.I had completely los
FREYA’S POV: I run as fast as my legs can take me, which might not be fast enough, with no direction in mind, only letting my subconscious mind guide me.Hot tears that continuously drip out of my eyes blind my vision, and my heart pounds loudly in my ears coupled with my rushed breathing.I continuously tell myself it’s a lie. It has to be one but then, the crushing reality of it squeezes my chest even tighter, restricting air flow.I force myself to breathe, and it feels like sandpaper rubbing against my breathing pipes.Then there’s this sharp sound ringing loudly in my ears and tuning everything out, piercing my brain in the process.“Freya!”A voice calls out to me from behind.I gnash my teeth even harder, putting my strength in my leg muscles to propel me forward faster, not caring about the pressure increasing in my head from limited oxygen.I hear wicked laughter all around me… It’s ominous and echoes in my ears, taunting me.“Freya… please!”Large hands grip onto my shoulde
FREYA’S POV:I had to leave and go somewhere I could breathe.Away from the toxicity of ‘friends and people’, away from constant lies and betrayal that seemed to never cease unless I ceased trusting in them.With my aching heart, broken into an unrepairable amount of pieces left for myself alone to pick up, I left under the heavy showers of rain. I hadn’t even bothered with an umbrella because there was no point.I had no care if I would be drenched by the rain, freezing to death by the cold, or fell ill. Nothing mattered anymore.I walked to nowhere till I found this tree a good distance away and further in the thick forestry surrounding the school, and sat underneath it. It acts like a canopy, shielding me from most of the rain except the few spots where the rain relentlessly spilled through.My eyes are dried, however. I don’t know if there’s a tear left to cry in me… I doubt it.It’s my faultOf course it is… I had gotten too close to these people, forgetting who I really was,
SILAS’ POV:I couldn’t go after her even if I wanted to, even when I had hurt her so much and constantly. I could only hold her close to my heart and swear on everything that I had changed because of her and that everything I do now is for her safety.All I could do was stand and watch Adam go after her.I am nothing but the powerless prince in this story…unable to pursue the woman he wants because he is bound by a contract with his father.I couldn’t risk being seen chasing her outside the library in an open space.I know all this puts the wheels of regret still spinning faster within me as I finally walk into my room, drenched from the rain’s beatings.I restlessly pace around the room, attempting to contain my urge to find her and beg for forgiveness. She must already be assuming the worst possible things at this point.“Damn it!” I swear out loud.I was too engrossed in dealing with Adam to notice when she had entered the library and started listening in on us. This isn’t what I
FREYA’S POV:When I returned to the room later that day, the room had been cleaned up.The broken glass shards were all gone, my mattress had been pulled from the corner it had been tossed into and the bed laid.Everything was spotless.The entire mess was gone, and so was Xena.I had been grateful for the stillness, especially since the rain’s rage had calmed, and Xena’s absence had given me the chance to think about my pathetic lonely life without a single person I could call my own.Because even if Xena had nothing to do with the prank, she still threw all reasoning to wind when it came to Lucas and he was an enemy.I slept off and when I woke up, she had never returned. Even all through the night till Sunday morning came; even then, she never showed.It was like the room had been deserted for me and the guilt did begin to settle. More and more, the notion that I was indeed alone set in.It’s Monday morning now and I’ve heard nothing of Xena since more than 24 hours ago… Just love
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