Freya actually thought that they were playing by the same rules. They were on the more tense ground now, and even though the room was empty save for her and him, Dante could feel it burning up with their anger. Unexpectedly, he liked her hot and bothered, but that didn't mean he was going to see her more than just a girl he could play with. He wasn't going to break his rules for anyone. Most annoyingly, a slave girl. That didn't interfere with the fact that his wolf kept frustrating him by making his sexual drive high. His balls tightened, though. His muscles tensed, too, with the frustration of not being able to remind her that she might hate him because of her experiences with him. But, he could overpower and have her spread out on the table just to get his wolf off his back. "Miss Parrish." Dante clasped her chin between his fingers, angling her face to meet his gaze."Freya," she corrected.She wanted to make him see that she wasn't afraid of him. That ship had fucking sailed th
Things got progressively and unbearably worse in the week following her move, which Oscar sarcastically referred to as 'exile' from Speed to the Transportation unit ALA newsroom. It was trivia times like that that someone like Freya restricted herself.The place was a prison made from gold. Well organized with desks glued together in a wave pattern, circling huge monitors that broadcast different news channels from all over the world.The newsroom was round, with glass walls. Nearby was another conference room made of glass as well-in which fresh pastries and fruit were set in fancy baskets and elegant glass water bottles were lined together neatly. There were cabinets filled with coffee, noodles, and a display of flowers on top of them. There were hundreds of monitors, switchboard phones, keyboards, and cables running from side to side. There was a stairway to the seventh floor that led to a door with a plaque plastered on it: We give you the choice to go anywhere. That was laughable
Dante's PA was the definition of candy sweet. Unfortunately, she was also a ticking time bomb. Dante was such a tyrant, she spent the majority of the day running after him, taking orders, or sobbing softly in the restroom. Today was the fourth time Freya had found her doing that-on a Friday, of all days, a second before everyone in Seattle poured into fancy bars and hole-in-the-wall pubs to celebrate the weekend freedom-and Freya silently slid a box of tissues and a mini-box of chocolate bars into her stall. She'd been too scared to ask for Freya's help, and she didn't know how to broach the subject without making her feel weak. But that fourth time in the restroom broke Freya. To hell with her boss and his deep blue eyes, his pouty lips, dirty mouth, and personal trainer's body. There was no way in hell he was going to keep making people's life miserable. Victoria reminded Freya of what she used to pass through in the hands of Dante and his pack. Yet, she had no one to ask for help.
His eyes traveled down to Freya's feet, and he raised one lonely eyebrow.Whatever. She stomped her foot, seething. "You're being unreasonable! You need to stop walking so fast, too. Victoria is running after you, and her feet are all banged up.""Miss Parrish, hell will freeze over before you dictate my movements, in or out of my company. Don't think that you've earned the right to address me. Things might get ugly if you keep acting this way."She threw her hands up. "I give up. Please transfer me back to Speed. Making stories was my life's ambition, but you are a messed person. It is not worth working with you."What was she saying? Why was she saying that? She didn't want to go back to Speed. Yes, she loved Katharine and Oscar, but she wanted to stay there and make news. Exotic news. She just wanted him not to treat her like she didn't exist and cut Victoria some slack."You like the news? Here's a news flash for you: you don't always get what you want. Are we done here?"No. They
It was proper to place the blame for Dante's horniness on staying celibate for a while. The most amazing thing was how he felt aroused and how his wolf sprang to life whenever he was around Freya. He couldn't even control himself because he felt that his source of life was Freya. He felt stronger around her. Also, to his bafflement, his eyes briefly glistened bright red, and he snarled into her neck.He looked down at her. For a second, something passed between them. Despite his perpetually cold exterior, he seemed to understand loss and disappointment in a fundamental way that tainted someone's entire perception of life. Surprisingly, it was his second time having, feeling, and showing any emotion since the death of his father.He spun her around and slapped her bare knees like a scolding parent. It wasn't the burn, but the shock that made her fall down on all fours. She was blinking away the surprise when she felt him lower to his knees behind her."Are you sure about this, Omega? On
That evening, her entire life wasn't the same when she got home from work. Panic gripped her throat, squeezing hard. She has never done such a dreadful deed for once. The realization sobered up her Dante-induced haze quickly. She rummaged the house like she was looking for something in particular, only to lay ahold of her phone and scream so hard that her vocal cord almost cracked. In times like this, she needed someone to call. Someone to lean her head on and cry bitterly. Usually, at this point, she would have either swallowed or called Jake. But, she hurt Jake. Where was the heart and voice she would use in explaining what happened to Jake? As if Jake heard her thoughts, he called. The sound of her blasting phone scared her.She kept her eyes glued to her phone screen, watching it blink. After three times of successive ringing, Freya picked up."Hey," Jake's voice came almost in a whisper.Freya blocked the speaker while trying to clear her throat. "Jake. How are you doing?""Are
Living alone would have been a much-preferred choice for Dante, but of course, he would have to rip Declan into pieces for that decision to be successful. After the fucked up day, he went back to Declan's nagging about how swiftly he had to move in bonding with his mate because the more he delayed the process, the quicker his power diminishes. What could he possibly do without the feeling of power? Not just any kind of power, a werewolf power."Save your old lady nagging for your grandkids, Declan. It is no surprise as to why you are still single," Dante moved as he removed his suit jacket, carelessly tossing it on the sofa. "If you want me happy, just give me a break. I know what I am supposed to do. Don't you think that it is unfair that I have to mate with that slave? It could have been anybody else. Let's say someone from a royal family. Anyone at all."With what happened at the office, and the attraction between them, Dante feared that it was prone to repeat itself. And if such b
Snaking her hand around Dante's body, "let me take care of you. I understand that you are exhausted from all the responsibilities you have to single-handedly shoulder. We can get into this discussion later. I am here to have a good time with my Alpha."Suddenly, Dante's mind went to Freya. Her face was so vivid in his memory. Her smile and the total satisfaction he got just by being around her. Dante thought that the solution to the craziness of thinking about her was sleeping with her. But, he has seen that even the brief thing he had with Freya made him want more of her. He wanted to know how it felt to be inside of her. How he would lose..."Fuck!" he hissed under his breath."What? Did something happen?"'Of course, something unbelievable is happening to me. How can I keep on thinking of someone I am not supposed to have in my thoughts? I am just supposed to get her to fulfil Cora's request so that my power can be whole.' Dante thought to himself."I guess I can help you relax. Ge
A two-year-old boy held Freya's hand, his tiny fingers wrapped around hers. He looked exactly like Dante, with Freya's kind eyes. The little folk tried taking fast strides as he walked with Freya. “Archer Blue Dante, come on, slow down. You know you have shorter legs,” Freya spoke to the boy as if he was an adult.The little boy, as if reading meaning into his mother's scolding, pouted his lips and froze. Freya bent to his level and swooped him off his feet, tickling the sweet boy. He writhed and struggled in her hold before she slouched him over her shoulder once more.She was taking a stroll through the pack house, heading for the prison. Today was the visiting day for prisoners, and she always took out time to visit them, especially the Tahilas. Under Freya, that system was reformed. Tahilas were now prisoners who committed acts like treason, murder, rape, and domestic violence. Yes, she didn't want any negative strings in her kingdom. Even with that, she visited them, made sure the
Months later…Freya was dressed in a blue princess gown with diamonds around the waist region and a crown on her head. A baby boy was draped over her arms, dressed in white and sleeping peacefully. A soft knock on the door and it was opened.“Are you ready?” Dante asked, leaning to kiss Freya. He was dressed in black trousers, a white shirt with black cloaks and a crown. His had more pearls in red than that of Freya.Looking at them, the baby in Freya's arms looked like a replica of Dante except for his eyes. They screamed that of Freya. He was so beautiful and innocent.“Yes, I am, Daddy,” Freya added with a chuckle.“Keep doing that, and we won't make it to our own Coronation, Luna. Don't be naughty. Our son is here.”These past months have been filled with peace, love, and growth for Freya and Dante. Ariel and her dad had been imprisoned along with the followers of Ares who survived. The Blood Moon pack had also merged into one, with Dante ruling. All the supporters who fought besid
Freya and Dante lay dead as Dante's men arrived. Theo was growling with anger. The survivors looked as good as dead. Injured in all parts of their bodies, they were bleeding. Hope was lost.“We have to take them back to the pack house. We can't leave our Alpha here like a common rogue. Now that Ares has killed him, Ares would be regrouping to attack the GrandAlpha and our side of the pack. He would completely want to take control of the Blood Moon pack,” Oswald said.Wyatt, with tears streaming down his eyes, reached for Dante in a bid to pay his respect. Seeing how Dante and Freya's blood has gathered in a pool, he wept harder. It was like a trail of wine which found its fountain and then formed a circle, except it was their blood.“I hope we win this war and your sacrifices are not in vain,” he whispered.Standing to return to the others, something happened.The moon, which was only, but a hint, came to be full, shining lavishly at where the blood had gathered. The whooshed and calm
Dante examined Freya's neck and saw that the rope didn't do much damage. He scooped her up and tried carrying her back to the car but was intercepted by Ares who he hadn't noticed his presence.He slashed Dante's knees with his claws. “Leaving the party already?” he queried.Groaning as he held firmly onto Freya, careful not to drop her. “I would love to stay, but my Mate is unwell. A bastard messed with her.”Again Ares advanced towards him, but Dante was rapid to move out of the but he got pricked with a syringe instead. Dante turned to see the source of his pain, and there stood Bryant Bryce, the Alpha of Dark Pack. From the dizziness Dante was fighting, he had injected him with silver mixed with wolfsbane.Dante began to cough. “I knew you were too much of a pussy to be working alone. I never knew that you would join with the weak ones just to take what's not yours. Bryant, you took your opportunity well.” “Let's say that I seize power when the time is right,” Ares said.Freya wa
After the attack, Dante declared a few days to serve as a recuperating time for his people. The dead were buried with their loved ones in constant mourning, and the injured were treated. Most of the guests who were from the other packs had their people money their bodies back to their packs.He was fuming that one had dared step on his authority. Now was the time to unite his entire pack. Dante tried to reach his second in command but to no avail. Instead, a member of his old pack had found him, saying, “Ares has gone mad.”His suspicions had to be confirmed. After he vacated the throne to find Freya, he suffered a series of attacks. No one knew about his absence except Area. It only pointed out that Ares had been behind it all along and now, he had united with his enemies to bring Dante down. An unforgivable sin.Dante was growing frustrated at the slow pace of things. With no choice, he put his trust in Wyatt and the web thing Freya had created. Every second seemed to drag longer as
Freya had only managed to lay on her bed when Ariel's condescending laughter woke her up. “What now?” she mumbled to herself.“Guess who's in luck?” Ariel questioned.“You?”“Oh, dear,” she croaked. Ariel snapped her fingers and Freya's cell was opened. “Alpha Ares wants the execution now. I guess he got tired of your presence,” she happily announced.Hearing that, Freya's heart sank. She was getting killed sooner than she had expected. Before she could utter a word, strong arms gripped her, dragging her unwilling body out. “Ariel, if I get the chance to survive this, I promise you, your head will be on a stick. I don't care if your father put you up to this or if you willingly decided to,” she ranted, bashing the men holding her.“Oh, well. Empty threats. A dead girl can't come back for revenge.”Freya had been dragged to the eager crowd outside. They were roaring and enjoying their merriment. A burning fire had also been lit in the middle, exposing the gallow by the side.“Tonight,
“That’s no way to treat our guest. Remove her chain,” Ares ordered as soon as Freya got in.The guard did as he was told. When her hands were free, she rubbed her wrist and groaned in pain. The guard bowed and left.“Don’t just stand there. Help yourself,” Ares ordered Freya.She didn’t have to be asked twice as she grabbed a cup of water, downing it with greed before moving to dish a plate of everything on the table. Forgetting her manners, Freya ate hungrily, filling the yearning with emptiness in her body.Ares chuckled and watched her in amusement. “Go ahead, have some more. You’ll need all your strength for what’s to come.”When Freya could eat no more, she collapsed on her chair, patting her belly. “Can we now get to the reason you summoned me?” she began. “I know it’s not to feed and take care of Dante’s property. You couldn't care less.”Ares nodded to Freya and pulled out his chair, standing and walking over to Freya. When he sat on the top of her table, hanging one leg out, F
Furniture was broken, tables overturned with food spilled all over the floor. The floor was decorated with blood, splashed across the earth. People were laying in heaps on the floor. Dante saw Maya’s body lying protectively near Jodie’s, and he howled again. He was stable as Oswald had taken out most of the arrows, cutting him to aid the poison in his system flow out. He was stable, and he decided to stumble around through the place, kneeling to them, “check around and see if we have survivors,” he ordered.Just as he wanted to stand, he reached for Maya and felt her skin. She was still alive, and her eyes flew open in shock. He moved Maya to feel Jodie, and she was alive too and well. They were just using their survival mode since they were overpowered.“Thank goodness,” he breathed. Helping them up, he led them away from the dead bodies and settled them on a chair.Standing up, he surveyed the rest of the place, taking in the damages. With the help of Oswald who looked too okay as
Dante was grunting in pain as the entire place was filled with wolfs-bane, weakening him. Ariel reached for the unconscious Freya and carelessly dragged her body through the rough ground. Dante stretched his hands in a bid to hold back Freya but was stabbed by Nefline with an arrow laced with sliver, making him screech in pain.“You should have had that sex with me. Maybe I wouldn’t have turned bitter,” she whispered into his ear, licking him.Dante fell unconscious as he watched the entire place littered with bodies. His sight blurred out as he saw Nefline slit one of his enforcer’s throats. It took four hours for Dante to regain conscientiousness. When he did, he transformed into his wolf, howling as loud as he could. Thereafter, he fell to the floor, weakened by both the poison in his system and the rush of anger consuming every nerve in his system.* * *It has been six hours since Freya has been made to walk. Neither food nor water has been given to her. Her feet were bruised be