SILAS' POV: “If I leave this room, it’s over. I won’t chase you anymore and try to fix this shit with you. There’s not going to be effort on my part again. We’d be breaking up.”Despite her threat, her eyes plead with me to give in like I always have; to the guilt, the overwhelming pressure, to her wants.“Leave.” I respond curtly.“Silas!”“I’m sorry, Elena, but I don’t need this right now.”She watches me, heart broken. The hurt in her tears-stained eyes stare back at me.“You’re a heartless prick.” She mutters, gnashing her teeth with her fits clutched at her side.I say nothing because there’s nothing left to say. It is only silence I can offer in this situation.We’ve been together for more than enough years and no matter how much she irked me, I had let her remain by my side.Maybe this is just what we really both needed, a break from this madness.She leaves without much of a hustle, huffing bitterly and picking up her discarded clothes resting on a chair, then stomps out.I’m
FREYA'S POV:The freezing cold water suddenly doused on my body rips me painfully from my unconscious state, and tosses my consciousness back into my limp body with a rigorous force that leaves me terribly disoriented.I leap up from wherever I am, first screaming ‘what the fuck’ in my mind and out loud ofcourse, to remind myself that I have a voice.“Holy shit.” The comment rolls in after feeling every painful fiber of my muscle slowly weigh down on me.It feels like I’m breathing in flaming needles that burn and punctures my lungs with every inhale and exhale.It weighs heavily on my chest as I’m wheezing for air.I stop breathing to stop the pain, then I choke painfully and have to breathe twice as hard to recover the lack of oxygen.My body feels like I’ve been trampled on by a group of angry elephants continuously, till I’m shattered to pieces, and said pieces are glued back poorly with weak adhesive.I can’t even begin to describe the pounding headache that really wants to crack
FREYA'S POV:“Why am I not surprised it’s you, Lucas?”I chuckle bitterly, wiping the residue of tears in my eyes as I glare at him, hoping my gaze is hot enough to burn into the side of his head.He steps into the room, holding a plate of what I presume is a meal to eat.My appetite is very much non-existent, plus even daring to eat that is admitting defeat to myself. I do not plan on spending another night here.“It’s nice to see you too, Freya. You look… not as bad as one would expect.”I scoff, rolling my eyes“Spare me the meaningless flattery.”“I thought you girls like things like flattery. I hear it butters them up, making them more accepting.”“Sadly, I’m not a piece of toast or the brainless chicks you go after.”“True.”He casually leans against the wall, wise enough not to come too close to me. If he had, I wouldn’t waste no time scratching out his eyeballs — love interest of my best friend or not.“So, tell me, why all of this? Why go far as to drug me and lock me up in
FREYA'S POV:“Fuck you, ASSHOLE!” I yell out just as he slams the door shut.My sudden outburst puts a heavy strain on my bruised belly. The muscle throbs more painfully, and I wince, biting down at my lower lip.That’s right, I had forgotten that was there.Right now, I fucking hate Lucas.I get he has some deep psychological issues and clearly has problems with dealing with his emotions, but aiding in kidnapping me could never be justified by whatever bullshit reason he could come up with.Nothing could ever make this okay!Yet, as I seethe and boil, unable to take out my rage on the wall or the bed or that table due to my injury — I’m unable to do shit. I can’t even escape right now even if I came up with something.I’m sure the last two ribs on my side are cracked, if not broken. That brute had gone full strength on me, probably assuming I was a real Alpha female that could withstand that much damage perfectly.If only I really was born Alpha, or anything way better than an omeg
SILAS' POV: The scenery is much different from how I remember the night looks like, or how it should be.The sun is gone with only the moon's light beaming intensely in the thick black night.Yet everything else around me is covered in a blanket of darkness, all but me and the white thread tied around my wrist.The other end stretched down into the darkness, leading to somewhere I don’t know or see.For some reason, the only instinct I have is to follow the thread and find the end wherever it leads me. I walk a distance that feels like an eternity and a minute at the same time, till suddenly, the light of the moon finally falls on something else that isn’t meA person in a distance enrobes with a long white, flower-like dress that falls onto her body. The soft wind picks it up and plays with it, alongside whipping her strands.It only takes a second for me to recognize her.“Freya!” I call out desperately.I feel desperate as I run to her. A sudden weight falls on my chest, like sh
SILAS’ POV:I hate to admit it.My pride stands in the way, strongly disagreeing but deep down, Adam was rightNo more than a friend, an acquaintance, nothing more serious to bind myself to her. No title to claim her for myself alone like I badly need to.No matter how much I rage about it, she would still be classified as single and would be sought after by Adam and men like… Norman.The thought alone sets me on edge. The idea of her being with someone else, the thought of another bastard holding her and feeling that luscious skin that should be mine alone to feel and grope to my heart’s content.Freya should be mine.Yet, I cannot claim her the way I want to, being tied down to this betrothal. Even with the break up, I am still chained to Elena with things like responsibilities and duties to the pack. This goddamn alliance that was beneficial to our future.I groan painfully, pulling on my hair again as thoughts rage through my mind, spinning me to madness. This unnerving feeling
FREYA'S POV: Time has passed and yet, the concept of time itself evades. I don’t even have like a chalk or something to write the number of days I’ve been here. Even if I did, I don’t know when day or night is.All I know is the endlessness that consumes me. The stillness and nothingness, the quietness around that draws me closer and closer to madness.Yeah, there’s food once in a while but it's shit, and the good stuff only seems to come with Lucas’ occasional visits.He visits to monitor me and report back to the Alpha king what’s going on, while my mental health rots away in here. That fucking snake.I can’t even be angry right now because being angry required a specific amount of brain use, which I couldn’t pull off right now.Now, today or whatever day it is, the most pressing issue I cannot deter anymore is how much I absolutely stink and need a bath, and to brush my teeth.There’s no shower in here, only a toilet that serves it's purpose as best as it can.But I need a bath
SILAS' POV:I search the end of the cliff for the fifth time since a week now, sniffing the scent of the earth with our snout. My larger wolf frame allows me to scout and cover a larger distance in a short while whilst I search for clues and yet again, there’s nothing to be found.It’s like she was abducted by aliens.There’s no foreign scent of rogues lingering around, or footsteps leading out.I wonder how at all this is possible. Unless they flew, they shouldn’t be this good at covering their tracks, or have some techniques to hide their tracks perfectly.Something somewhere isn’t adding up, and I just can’t quite put my finger on it yet. But I would eventually get to the bottom of this.Despite knowing all this, I cannot help but return here every day to the last place she was seen. The last night we had been together.Had all gone the way it should have been, we’d have never stopped kissing till our lips grew swollen, and the need in our bodies took over.I’d have held tightly
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