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:Note to self: Never eat anything Xena offers that’s been made by her, or any member of her family… and extended family.My tummy still hasn’t recovered from that chicken and — ugh — cranberry juice. If only Lucas had never opened his mouth to reveal its hidden secrets, I would have lived in blissful ignorance.It was an awful picnic but a fun experience in the end, even with Lucas being there. Luckily he seemed less hostile after and ate more of Xena’s cooking than the rest of us, which made her feel better despite her grumbling.Maybe if Lucas wasn’t a blind retarded ass, he would have clicked perfectly with Xena.But alas, he is, and she is way above him.I’ve avoided mostly solid foods since Sunday due to my diarrhea. I know I should take drugs to remedy my situation but I’m too lazy to go to the nurse’s office, and I’m sure my body can shake it off in no time.My decision has left me feeling weaker and a tad bit light-headed, but I will survive. I have no choice,
FREYA'S POV:He’s so close, and I can feel his breath brush my cheek lightly. Discomfort is an understatement with the way my back is bent backward in an attempt to lean away from this stupid asshole.I growl menacingly, shoving him away while I stand up on my two feet.“Clearly, you’re delusional. Why on earth would I fancy you enough to create the impression that I do?”“You act like you don’t want me and tease me purposely. I’ve noticed it since the first day you joined my class."He goes on his feet as well, coming over to me despite how much resistance I give off. The way he stalks slowly puts me on high alert.“That could have just been me genuinely not thinking you’re shit and trying to avoid you as much as I can.”“That’s not possible.” He chuckles like it’s a joke, which it’s not. “You love me.”He takes another step closer, and I growl more fiercely, baring my fangs at him. This is just taking narcissistic delusion to another level.Somehow, he’s concocted this bizarre id
FREYA'S POV:I sniffle, rubbing against my sore, wet eyes with the sleeves of my shirt. The slight abrasion burns the tender skin under my eyes but having red puffy eyes is the least of my worries right now.Even with the small movement, my arm trembles from the previous trauma.Every time I make the mistake to close my eyes, I can feel him holding me down against my will, the horrible stench of his scent nauseating my wolf and that sinister grin on his face.Then disgust and rage overcomes me again, and I wish I could go back in time only briefly, to do more than rip out a small chuck of his lips.Clawing his eyes out would be more suitable for a scum like him.I laugh at myself.Who am I kidding, trying to act all tough? Even now, I’m crawled into a small human ball in the corner of this empty lab room in school, waiting for Silas to return from wherever he had gone to.I would leave but he had told me to wait for him. And I didn’t want to be alone — not right now.The double door
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