FREYA’S POV:I hang my head low enough to hide my face away from his view, covering the rest with the towel.But he insistently leans closer, looking all over me like I’m some sort of anomaly.My heart is pulsing faster because I really don’t want to be caught sneaking into the boy’s bathroom with Silas. The entire student body isn't too kind when sharing gossip about anyone. They could possibly mix an imaginary orgy into the real story.“I’ve never seen a male wolf so… tiny.” He comments.While he’s all up in my personal space and I’m retreating back, Silas steps up from behind me.He’s a head taller than my harasser and looks down at him like he’s the scum of earth, with a glare that even I find terrifying.It seems it's only now the harasser notices Silas behind me because his face turns as white as paper.“Do we have a problem?” He asks, raising a brow at the kid and traumatizing him in the process.“Uhm… uh…n-no… I j-just… uh—” He begins stuttering while his body visibly tremble
“You’re a monster.” I mumble against his chest with both my hands wrapped round his neck while he carries me in his hands back to the room.His chest vibrates while his chuckles.“I did warn you.” he points out.“Four fucking rounds and you didn’t even let me catch a single breath in between. My legs aren’t going to be able to walk properly for a week!” I protest pulling my face from his bare chest and glaring up at him.It was supposed to be a simple bath before heading out to get something to eat, now I don’t even have enough strength to go anywhere especially with the soreness between my legs.He hadn’t even bothered to show mw mercy, even though it had felt amazing. The satisfaction I feel could last me an entire month.Who am I kidding, if he kisses me again in a few minutes I’d probably be ready to go again.My tummy suddenly growls again, louder and fiercer, begging for a single morsel of food just as we reach the room and Silas kicks the door open.“I should have just gone bac
The week flies by like a breeze, a soft gentle one with the sweetest memories that I will forever hold closest to my heart.I’m yet to tell Silas about everything like the hypocrite I am.Countless times I’d walk up to him or drag him to a corner to speak my mind, but then he’d kiss my forehead and look down at me so sweetly that knowing I’m about to ruin that precious smile has me second guessing if I should in fact say something.Days passed till today, my finally chance at saying something to him. I can’t miss it.Ii need to tell him today.Knowing this fact has me waking up on the worst side of bed today.I groan tossing and turning and it takes a few minutes for me to accept that my body won’t be able to fall into deep slumber again today so I stand up.First thing I notice is Xena’s absence.It’s a Saturday morning so we’re not having any classes and yet she had already gotten up and dressed her bed up?I don’t dwell too much on it thinking probably she’s just out doing somethin
We set the picnic up right in the middle of the garden that acts as a private space for the meantime.There are different basket with an assortment of snacks and all the rest.We have a fun time laughing and talking about anything an anything, recalling funny moment about their childhood I had realized while Lucas wolfs down half the food in sweeps.Silas sighs reaching in for a particular Ziploc of sandwiches with Xena’s name labeled on it. It takes a second for the implications to register and before I can warn him, his teeth sink into the confectionary.It takes only two bites before his face sours and he spits it out.“What the…”He begins looking down at it like its alien goop dripping don his arm.”“That’s Xena’s Sandwich.” I say interrupting him right before he makes a snarky comment on the food.There’s a reason why the bag had remained untouched unlike everything else.“Why does it taste like dirt?” he yells out despite my whispering“Silas… be nice.” I chide him squarely with
FREYA’S POV:I freeze on the spot like I’ve been caught red handed, but I’m sure it hasn’t struck midnight yet.I at least have a few more minutes to say what I need to before the spell wears off, so what does he have to say to me?“Silas…” I begin, trying to explain myself but stop midway, feeling a ball of anxiety clog my throat and tears threaten to seep from my eyes.Darn, why is this so hard?I take a step back, looking away while catching my breath.Why can’t I do this? Why is it so fucking hard?“Freya?” He steps closer to me? looking worried and all.I give up like the coward I am, unable to force myself to say what I need to say. The way he watches me so earnestly with genuine worry makes the guilt in my chest bubble and block every word that I want to say. I know it’s just another excuse that I’m unconsciously making up to stall though, but what can I do?I force a smile to put him at ease.“Why don’t you go first?”Yet again, I’m stalling up till the very moment when my
FREYA’S POV: I’ve lost track of how long I’ve remained rolled up into a human swiss roll crying my eyes out, hoping silently that he comes back and that this isn’t over.But he doesn’t ever return, and I’ve resigned myself to this new reality in front of me.All that’s left is for me to leave on my own.I most definitely can’t go back to school now. They’d never let an Omega in. Before I could even get close enough, I would be spotted and captured for trying to break in and my secret would be out. I couldn’t even dare return to at least say goodbye to Xena, Adam, Lucas…I could never ever go back.I clutch to my searing heart again. It constantly feels like a heated dagger is being swirled all around within my chest. I can feel my own pain, coupled with Silas’ feeling of anger and betrayal constantly.He must hate me now, I tell myself, even though I don’t feel his hate. There’s no way he doesn’t. Everyone hates Omegas — I had learned that first hand.I never understood why. Maybe
FREYA’S POV: The next time I open my eyes, I realize that I’m already in a totally different location, on a bed that isn’t mine, in an environment completely unrecognisable.So, my first instinct is to jump right up and go on defence.The throbbing pain on the back of my head and on my lower back stops the abrupt movement, forcing me to lay back onto the bed forcefully.I groan in pain once it hits like a brick, crashing into my skull and like a metal bar, smashing the bones of my lower back.For the meantime, I’m crippled — not in the sense of being unable to work but in the sense of not being able to make large movements and escape while I’m in this state.I clutch my throbbing head and feel the thick layers of bandages wrapped around as some sort of treatment for my injury, and on looking at my hands, every cut is plastered neatly with cute band aids, having heart shaped stickers.My eyes finally move to my surroundings as well.I’m on a queen sized canopy bed with black drapes an
SILAS’ POV:The feeling of betrayal, coupled with series of other emotion buzzing around in my mind cloud every other reasonable thoughts in my head.Its harder to think straight or process half the things I’ve been told by Freya… and then the unbelievable reveal she’s made; the fact that she isn’t actually an alpha, that she had been lying all this time. Deceiving everyone of us.That isn’t even the issue right now, I wont say I;m not surprised or it doesn’t make a huge dent in all my plans but its something I can easily get over.She could have just said something.Then gain I know I have no right to be as pissed off as I am because I had kept my secrets, but we had promised to be transparent, being scared of the outcome doesn’t just cut it any more.Damn it, every thing just makes a whole lot more sense.Her short height and frail form, her unnatural lack of raw strength. She’s got a fiery personality but has never bossed anyone around because there’s no single drop of alpha domina
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