The same golden brown wolf that chased me down the cliff emerges from the bushes, stopping right there as he spots Silas.The wolf is nothing compared to the height of his wolf, which is strangely a comforting feeling.As though recognizing his presence, he halts quickly, bowing its head just a bit. Silas growls nevertheless, still displaying hostility, notwithstanding the act of submission right there.I remain silent behind the shrubs, being shielded from him. I know I’m out of danger and there’s no way I would be recognized now.Yet I hide, still butt naked.Its reaction to Silas makes one thing clear. He or she is a student.Anyone seeing this situation right now would be bad news for me. There’s no way gossip won’t spread around school once I’m seen naked with the Alpha prince.There’s no way it wouldn’t be interpreted as something else.The golden wolf tries to turn over to where I’m hiding but Silas blocks his path, growling and baring his teeth threateningly.Basically telling
FREYA'S POV:He drops me off right by the spot my clothes had been carefully hiding, wasting no second more to dash away.I imagined he couldn’t stay one more second with me half naked, which is understandable.I myself had felt the raw attraction earlier as well. It was like a strong magnetic pull, a compelling lure to feel the heat of his skin on mine, to take in more than his scent. My wolf hadn’t made matters easy as well, pushing for control to answer that call.An Alpha’s instinct is ten times stronger than a wolf far below the hierarchy, especially a lowly Omega. So, I could only imagine how much more he had felt… If he had felt it.Or maybe, I’m just getting ahead of myself and he really just wanted to get far away from me fast enough because maybe, he had seen better?Damn it, Freya, what are you thinking right now? Comparing your tiny tits with the buxom of a hundred girls he has slept with?Pushing all thoughts of Silas beneath my mind, I swiftly change into my clothes an
FREYA'S POV:She drops me atop the hard bed with so much ease, all without breaking a single sweat even after carrying me the entire way here.I sigh, coming back to the very familiar room again for the third time. I also know this wouldn’t be the last, seeing as my luck has been anything but good recently.Xena drags a seat close to my side with a first aid kit, dropping next to me.“Let me see it.”I gently raise my legs, dropping them on her lap without hesitation and she gets right into what she needs to do; pulling my socks out of the way and accessing the problem.“Lucky for you, it’s not that bad. It should heal in a few days.”I nod, simply watching her dress it.Seconds of silence pass again, with nothing left to say and an atmosphere of stillness, I ask the question that had been on my mind for a while.“It’s okay if you don’t want to say much about it, but I can’t help but be curious though… about you and Lucas.”She pauses for a brief moment, most definitely stunned by my
I stand there, looking dazed at this dude, in utter disbelief from what I had just heard.I knew it! He doesn’t like me.I frown now, dropping my courtesy.“What?”“Oh my, I apologize if that came out rudely.”“He’s your friend, right? Shouldn’t you know where he is? Better still, why don’t you go ask his girlfriend where he is?”“Elena holds little importance to him at the moment, sadly. You’ve already done well in kicking her down from that position.”“I didn’t wish for that to happen.” I scowl.“Well, it already has whether you wished for it or not, and the political relationship is almost at its end.”Wow, Xena wasn’t joking about his lowkey obsession with duties and what not.“Then, advise your friend to focus on his relationship. I don’t understand why you’re blaming me for what’s going on between Elena and Silas.”He chuckles lowly, tilting down to my height.“Do you think he likes you?” The switch from a smile to a frown is instant.I’m taken aback by his question. It’s clear,
FREYA'S POV:I feel like a home wrecker.The type you see on TV, obsessed with the husband and trying to steal him away from his plane mundane life with his family. The heartless kind that has no care for what the outcomes of her actions may be.I’m not seeking him out though. He’s seeking me and I’ve grown quite fond of his sweet stolen kisses and the ones that aren’t stolen as well.I tell myself even more excuses to prove what I’ve done — what I’m doing is okay… but nothing seems sensible with being mad at him, cause he’s eventually going to end up with the girl he is currently dating.I am the other woman. That single fact I’ve pushed down deep within me and justified because Elena is simply a spawn of Satan. It stands before me as unmistakable.Yet I’m furious, telling myself I hate the Alpha prince for deceiving me…but, wasn’t it I that let him kiss me again and again despite it all?I chose to play along and delude myself. It made no sense as to why I’m so mad about it. In a
FREYA'S POV:Xena leaves on her own, stopping only to pat softly on my shoulders, giving an affirming squeeze on them before closing the door behind her and leaving me all alone with Silas.At first, there’s this silence, awkward and nerve-racking. I avoid his eyes while he stares blatantly at me, burning his eyes onto my face.The chilling wind blows harshly and I shiver as its cold caress my open bare arms that my flimsy pajamas cannot shield.He’s next to me in seconds, taking off his jacket and gently placing it around my shoulders.The heat and smell of it hits me hard. Comfort seeps into me, even into my bones and the cold is almost non-existent.Which is weird because normally, this jacket, as thin as a simple cotton shirt, shouldn’t be able to provide this much warmth, yet it does.I wrap it tighter around me, taking a deep inhale of the scent that drives my wolf mad and spins my sense around till I’m dizzy and only wanting to drown deeper.For a second, I forget he’s still th
FREYA'S POV:I stand over the edge of our balcony, simply staring into the night, the exact spot he had run off to only seconds ago.I remain for only a few seconds more before stepping into my much warmer room. It’s only now that I realize his shirt is still wrapped around me. It’s big enough to wrap my much smaller frame, like a cozy blanket.His scent is still ripe and pouring out of it. I take a big enough inhale, it’s almost as though he’s still here, laughing at my not-so-funny jokes and wiping up some interesting comebacks.Xena is already far gone on her desk, deep in slumber. I take up her blanket and wrap it around her, not wanting to disturb her much-needed rest before I get mine.I turn off the lights all the while cuddling in bed with my new adornment.***“Freya, hurry up!” Xena yells incessantly whilst clipping the last strand of hair perfectly away from her face.I never really understand the need to clip her already short hair, it’s not like the wind could blow it
FREYA'S POV: “Aww, why do I feel like I’m not welcome here?” He laughs at not just my expression, but Xena’s as well.She scoffs, looking away from him.“Sorry, was it too obvious?” I respond.He chuckles again. “Entertaining as ever.”“Ignore him. He knows how to kill the mood in every given situation.” Adam adds. “May I join you guys under this shade?”I turn to Xena immediately with pleading eyes and pouting lips.“Can he join us?”She sighs. “This wasn’t what I planned for, but I guess he can join us.”I smile excitedly, turning to Adam just as he drops right next to me, smiling back.Lucas sits right next to Adam as well, and I glare at him instantly.“Thought you got the message earlier?”“Well, I wouldn’t want to leave now. This seems fun.” Lucas responds.“Do whatever you want. It’s not like you ever bothered about what other people think,” Xena says now.“Thank you for noticing. It’s a skill I’m very proud of.” He quips.Xena ignores him now, looking away but it’s obvious fr
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