UNKNOWN POV:How dare he…?How dare all of them treat me like a disposable rag that can be tossed aside whenever to their convenience?How dare he pick her over me?I am his fated. I am his mate, and not that good for nothing piece of trash of a human he fancies and now, she’s a disgusting lowly Omega, and he still wants to be with her?I won't allow it. I won’t allow a rat take what is mine, what is rightfully mine by birth. I was chosen first. We were meant to be together — I am his betrothed.He should love me.Not her.Definitely not an omega.I scream out just before kicking the door to my room open and stepping in. My rage is uncontrollable after hearing their conversation. She deserves to be locked up for deceiving everyone, burnt at a stake if possible and yet, he was choosing to protect her ass.What does he see in that bitch?Why can’t he see through her façade? Why doesn’t he realize he’s made for me?I need to let my anger out, the pain in my chest from his betrayal.I p
SILAS’ POV: “Any luck yet?” I ask once I reach the bottom of the stairwell right where Lucas stands absentmindedly.He turns to me as I descend, revealing the heavy eye bags under his eyes in resemblance to mine.How long has it been? 3 days? There’s no clause in pack constitution about an Alpha being with an omega, which says a lot about just how much stigma they face.My heart goes out to Freya. Had I been a bit too harsh?I haven’t seen her in days. My wolf and I are desperate to see her again, but I’ve shrugged it off, telling myself that maybe we just needed space and busied myself with this project for most of the time so I wouldn’t go into a frenzy and find her.I can’t help but feel like something is wrong somewhere though.Lucas yawns now.“No luck. Silas, I really don’t think we’re going to find whatever it is you're looking for. Laws aren’t usually made to favor the minority.”He’s right. Just one of the many things that made no sense that I needed to change once I took
Freya’s POVI wince from the sharp pain throbbing in my head once I’m finally able to seat up without the help of anyone.The pain is way less than it had been few days ago however, so I know my injury is healing faster than anticipated, which is a good thing. Usually I’d stay bed ridden for a week from this kind of injury.I reach out for the bowl of soup left on my bed side with my good hand and bring it closer to myself while I begin eating.Today is more quiet than other days, especially since Xena’s left for school. She had been with me nonstop since the argument, fretting over every single thing I did and also keeping me company and now that’s she’s absent it all just feels so lonely, being left with my haunting thoughts.I’ grateful that she’s offered a place for me to stay for as long as I can and I wish I could do that, but stay here would be similar to hiding away from the world which is not the life I had envisioned for myself.Not that I’ve fallen to rock bottom I’d much r
SILAS’ POV:How can I not love her?Everything about her draws me to her, the fire in her eyes, the sweet sounds of her laughter that moves me like nothing else can. Even when she cries, though it breaks my heart, I can’t resist the urge to kiss her till nothing else matters in the world and all her troubles are simply gone.I want her all to myself like an unnatural need and quite frankly, it’s always been there, even before the mating bond had been activated — I had always wanted to claim her as mine.She had always belonged to me.My wolf agrees that she’s a perfect choice that suits us perfectly.Yeah, Freya deserves nothing other than being my precious Luna, and I will do anything to make her just that, even if it means going up against father.After minutes of crying, she had finally tired herself out and fallen into a deep slumber, so now her head rested on my chest, clutching onto my frame while she breathed softly in her sleep.While she doses off, I stare at her long fluffy
SILAS’ POV:It doesn’t take very long after the whole fiasco in school for her to pop up into my mind as my very first suspect. Maybe I had suspected something from the moment I found her hair tie in the library right after Lucas and I had talked about it, but I didn’t want to believe it was possible.Maybe it's because of how lenient I’ve been towards her, mostly because I have known her for most of my life just like Adam and Lucas.My familiarity with her must be the reason I continuously hold myself back in admonishing her, but everything changes today.I will nip the bud from it’s roots one way or another. I was stupid to think that her signing the documents was a form of surrender from her, especially since no one has heard anything about Elena Crescent since our last encounter.I thought it would be the last time we would ever need to cross paths in the most unfortunate manner but I was so wrong and now, I’m regretting it.Once I leave Xena’s hideouts after saying my farewells
I’m about to do anything to Elena.One moment, she’s there and I’m momentarily distracted by the distress call crashing into my mind from Freya, and when I’m present again, she’s gone.Completely vanished without a single trace of her scent, without making a single sound on her way out.Like an eerie ghost.They are a thousand shades of wrong going on right now but I can’t focus on either of them for even a moment, running out the door and leaping down the flight of stairs, unable to walk down each of them as calmly as I can.Once I’m out, I rip through my flesh, morphing into my wolf form and dashing towards her direction without a second thought.I need to be fast.Who knows when she had spoken to my father and how long he had dispatched his people to bring her to him? Who knows if they’ve found out where they are yet?I stretch out my forelegs, propelling myself forward as hard as I can.I need to be faster. I run through the wood past the thick trees with branches, s
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
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
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