“So, how has school been?” Mother asks just after placing my own dish.I look from her to father, who for now focuses on eating alone. I’m tempted to bring up Freya's case immediately, but it’s the wrong time. My aim right now is to avoid as much conflict as possible while she’s still in the room.It’s something that we need to talk about in private.“It’s been fine. The school's on a short break that will be over in a week.” I give a simple response.She smiles, nodding and taking a bite from her chicken.“Is that all you have to say? Just fine?” Father enters now, turning to me.“I believe from my experience, being the person the question is focused on, that it’s been fine and uneventful.”“Really? What about the sudden transfer you made into the program for struggling students just when the semester is in it's final quarter?”I freeze now, hearing his words.Mother pauses just like I do, her eyes growing wide. She stares at her husband in disbelief.“What?” Then her eyes look at m
SILAS' POV:I watch silently, biting on my tongue, an attempt at containing my feral wolf and my own anger while his wicked laughter echoes in the vast dining hall we are in.This had all been his plan even from the moment I had decided to pay a visit and confront him.I was acting the way he wanted me to. No action of mine had been purely my own for weeks now.I have no choice but to give in to him because he has Freya.His fits of laughter slowly die down before he faces me properly again with pure amusement glimmering in his eyes. He’s waiting for a reaction from me. Maybe for me to lunge forward or flip the table, something drastic that draws more attention to the point he can twist the whole entire situation.But I do not give him the satisfaction.Either way, I am entangled in his game.“Poor Silas. This is what happens when you let your emotions get the better of you.” He begins.His smirk morphing into a stern, more serious look, like he’s scolding me and teaching some life
FREYA'S POV: “Lucas… what do you mean? Why are you looking at me like that?”I dare not expect anything right now, but the bright look in his eyes and that warm smile brimming with excitement and joy, unlike the dead eyes he has been sporting from the first day I got here.“Please, tell me you’re not pulling my legs right now. That’s too expensive of a joke to play with!” I say, suddenly feeling some kind of anxiety taking hold of me.He walks in, kneeling down to my level and taking my hands.“I mean it, Freya. I’m here to take you out.” He repeats himself, chuckling with what looks like happiness.No…No way… There’s some sick game behind this somewhere.“I don’t believe you.” I turn away from him, turning into a ball. “You’re trying to mess with me, right? You’re trying to get my hopes up, then torture me in some sick way again, right?” I say, trembling while rocking myself back and forth and closing my eyes.“No, Freya. You really are free, I swear I’m not lying.” He says again.
FREYA'S POV:He pulls me away gently, looking down at me. It's only then I notice the pain in his eyes as he looks down on me. Deep sadness with tiredness and lack of sleep staring back at me. I can see just how much pain he has been through because of me.“Silas…” I reach out to caress his face, but freeze.Flashes of an older version of him with blue eyes fill my vision instantly, and I recoil away quickly, fear suddenly gripping me tight as I hyperventilate.“Are you okay?” He asks, looking more worried.He looks like Silas again, but something feels weird between us now. I want to reach out and hold him, and take in every bit of his scent I’ve missed in the past days but I can’t — like an invisible force pulling me away.I slowly take a step away, nodding my head.“I-I’m fine.” I mutter.But he doesn’t take it, of course. His forehead creases further as he takes in my entire state. I bet I look disgusting right now, still clad in the same clothes for weeks with filth and scum s
FREYA'S POV: Please relax, I tell my body. We’re not in danger anymore.I take in a couple deep breaths before I let him touch me again. He slowly takes off my top, helping my hands out the arm holes, and unbuckling my jeans slowly.I shiver and gasp from every slight graze of his fingers against my skin, just as my breathing grows rushed. A mixture of anxiety and arousal messes up my thoughts and senses while warmth wells up in my groin.Looking down at him, the focused and plain look on his face while he strips me, I can’t help wondering how he’s able to stay so focused in this situation. Maybe he doesn’t find my skinnier body attractive anymore…Pain stings my heart while I bite my lip again, feeling heavy sadness settling in.He takes off my bra and panties, easily carrying me in his arms again and lowering me into the warm water that smells like roses.I sigh once my entire body is engulfed in the warmth, my tensed muscles fully relaxing.“Thank you.” I mutter, finally feeli
FREYA'S POV: My body feels hot, burning hot.Lust and desire runs through my veins as I let myself be taken over by the need welling up inside me.Just then, he gently drags the tip of his claws along the length of my neck. I gasp out, bending deeper into him, sparkles flying from every piece of skin he touches and kisses. His hands grab my naked breast, caressing the soft flesh before flicking the hardened nob.“Silas…” I moan just as he leans down and takes a knob into his mouth, suckling on them.I feel his touch playing with the tip while his teeth grazes it gently. He suckles on it as well, like a baby trying to draw milk out.Before I can make sense of the pleasure I feel, grabbing onto his head and pulling on his hairs, his hands slide down, going underneath the free shorts worn on my lower half. The absence of panties makes it easier for him to reach my wet core.I shiver again just as his fingers begin rubbing round my entrance, taking much of the pouring wetness around.“
FREYA'S POV: I groan groggily, tossing and turning on the soft mattress that feels like cloud, fazing in and out of consciousness before I realize the big wide space next to me with lingering warmth where he was supposed to be.A wave of panic forces me up again, racing my heart faster and leaving me very much unnerved, till I look up properly and see him seating on the couch few feet ahead, watching the TV.I sigh once relief floods through me, like calming water. I’m not alone.Yet, I still dread the feeling, the fear of being left alone, a constant reminder of the shit I had been through that I desperately want to forget…so I can be myself again.While I tap on my chest in relief, he turns to me, realizing I’m awake now, sitting more upright and high on alert. His forehead twisted with worry.“You okay? Did you have a nightmare?” He asks.“No.” I respond, still patting on my chest.Surprisingly, I hadn’t had a single dream or nightmare which is a surprise. Possibly the sex had t
FREYA'S POV: He groans for the umpteenth time once the lights finally go dark and the large white screen lights up.“I told you to pick something you’ve never done before.” He reminds me of our deal, like I had been deaf when he brought up the suggestion.“Yeah, I heard you.”“You’ve never been to a cinema?” He acts all shocked again for the seventh time.“Strict parents.” I say as an excuse.In actuality, my assigned parents never deemed me worthy enough to enjoy the classic childhood and teenagehood entitled to every offspring.Been scrubbing pots since I could walk. No way they’d let me waste time at the cinema.“Well, I guess I can relate to that.” He comments.Unfortunately, his comment is an instant trigger and suddenly, I’m flinching from the memory. I know just how strict his father especially is.I unwillingly shiver in my seat and he notices quickly, stretching out to take a hold of my arm even if I flinch away.“Sorry, too soon?” He comments, rubbing on my back.“Yeah, kin
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