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
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
Warning: The author created a fiction of the ocean in the city of Oklahoma in this book. Since it is a work of fiction and an author's imagination, there's no limit to whatever the creator wants to do with his or her fictional World. This is to clarify a bit of confusion when you read about a river in this Oklahoma City. - THE PAST: The entire Blue Moon Packhouse was on fire. Bodies littered like the messy deeds of a child. This was unfair. A total massacre by the Blood Moon Pack. The attack led by the leader of the Blood Moon Pack, Alpha Hero Ian, was unreasonable and a show-off of his power."Kill whatever has life in it! Spread the fear!" The 6ft strong man had roared to his followers, charging them more to carry on with their madness.Cries of the innocent and vulnerable were heard. It sounded like animals in pain. Of course, they were in pain. Children, men, and women were all killed. Houses were set on fire and every other thing was brought to the ground.Alpha Hero stood firm
The Blood Moon packhouse was in total ruin. Dirt and countless chores to do. The previous night, the pack had held a party for the Alpha's beloved son, Dante. Every other wolf or human in the wolf pack was allowed to attend except the 'lucky girl,' whose life 'merciful' Alpha Hero spared, years back."Hurry, you piece of trash!" The future Luna of the Blood Moon pack roared at Freya.Ever since Freya was spared as a little child fourteen years ago, she has witnessed hell. In fact, hell, was even a kind word to use in describing her experience so far.As Alpha Hero had given the order to kill her when she was discovered, she passed out. Already weak and couldn't take it anymore, her strength failed her. People who surrounded her thought that she was dead. Left behind to die while she was unconscious, they discovered that she was now awake. Alpha Hero got to learn that she could neither remember what had just transpired nor speak. Instead of wasting her, Dante brought a 'smart suggestion
As if the day was even against Freya, immediately she started cleaning the packhouse, Dante woke up. Every morning before every other person even nurture the idea of opening their eyes, Freya would scramble off her bed, which was nothing more than pieces of rags and worn-out sheets thrown out by the others. She would often go around to gather whatever they weren't using, tossed into the bin, and select the ones she could make use of.Before the others, Freya would rush to the packhouse to bathe. She dare not use the convenience made for the others, or she would get beaten and locked up. Freya was instructed to use the convenience made for the 'Tahilas.' Tahilas were people who committed one offense or the other and were awaiting their execution day. Those were who saw Freya as a person with flesh and blood like them. She befriended them and, before their execution, would spend so much time with them when she wasn't running around. Whenever she learned of their death, she would run deep
Staring at Freya for a full minute without her saying anything, Dante reached for her pocket and retrieved the pancakes."Hmm, you are not only a daughter of the weak pack but also a thief. How should I punish you? Tell dad? Or--"Kneeling, "please," sobbing, "do anything else to me, but don't tell your father. Please, Dante. He will kill me.""And what makes you think that I wouldn't kill you?"She didn't respond."Okay, since I am feeling great today. Carry on with your house chores. I will look for a befitting punishment to serve you later."Freya kept kneeling, not moving an inch. She didn't like the sound of that. It was better for Dante to take out his anger and do whatever he felt like to her; pull her hair, multitask her, have her stay outside in the cold, or just take her to a corner where he would beat her up. But not just later. Later meant that he might have something mischievous. Something worse, and he wouldn't be the only one carrying it out. His friends would be there.
She knew she should be afraid. A strange guy giving her the chilly remembrance of one person, she would do anything to have his memory erased from her head. This guy with his stupid perfect hair popping out of nowhere, staring at her like he was about to devour her, should terrify her. But it didn't.He hadn't been there when Freya had first stopped and climbed out of the car. He must have arrived when she'd bent over to get the phone, which meant he'd seen every bit of her round backside hugged by her skintight dress.This stretch of road was deserted. Eerily so. The streets in this area were always packed, but once outside the city, it was possible to find long stretches of highway empty of traffic, such as the one Freya drove down to get to the company every day.There was no one out here, no one speeding along the straight road to rescueher. No one but herself in a now-rumpled dress that wouldn't make quite the impression she had hoped on her business partner. And, the tall man s
As he worked, the neckline of his T-shirt slid down, baring the deep cut that ran around his throat that had healed up.Freya unintentionally bent over to him, the top of her dress dangerously open, the warmth of her touching his cheek.“Holy shit,” she said. “You're a warrior. A werewolf at that.”“Yes. How did you know?”“Let's just say my intuition is sharp,” Freya said, covering up her shocked expression.Of course, she knew. Years of staying with werewolves of different breeds made her familiar with all the species, even if they took human forms. Why would a werewolf be in Oklahoma City? Why would she be seeing one after all these years? The presence of one was eerie to her. She lifted her sunglasses and stared at him. Her eyes were clear blue, flecked with a little brown.She stared at him frankly, in open curiosity, and fear that made her heart drum.Of course, she was afraid of a tribe that drove her out of her home. She wanted nothing to do with her past. The presence of them
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