Oscar arrived twenty minutes later. He looked like Michael B. Jordan and your famous hot CEO, and he dressed like a famous breathtaking model. The deep blue velvet blazer he had on today would've looked like an abomination on anyone else. He waved his hand theatrically as he entered, his eyes still curtained by his huge Louis Vuitton shades. He sipped his Starbucks as he showed Freya around the floor, which was beginning to fill with personnel. The accountants and secretaries nodded at her grimly as they passed them by."We have two Oscars? Is it a coincidence that you both bear the same name? Oscar Cole? It gets way confusing."Laughing, "we get that a lot. But to distinguish between us, he is Oscar Cole from the HR, and I am Oscar Cole from Speed. It is just coincidence that we have the same name.""That's awkward and creepy.""Feel free to erase every single person and face I've introduced you to from your memory and use that space to remember different exotic arts and cars because
Someone snapped their fingers, and Freya's gaze shot from Dante's face to Oscar.His forehead had crumpled into a frown. "You look as if you're trying hard not to cry or have thought about murdering someone. I'm hoping for you that it's the latter because you will be doing us all a huge favor. The universe will appreciate your hard work," he whispered. "Are you okay?"She nodded, scraping up a smile. "Sorry. Not planning to murder anyone. I just zoned out for a second."Lies. She would very well murder the sonofabitch if she could. But, Who was she kidding? She knew very well that just having the thoughts was no secret to Dante because he could read everyone's thoughts, smell and feel any emotion. Was she really going to go ahead with staying there? It wasn't too late to turn back. Although that would be so unfair because Jake put in a lot of hard work to make her stay there possible.For a moment, words stopped streaming down on everyone's heads like a scalding shower, and she realiz
He tugged at his collar, his smile wolfish. "You know how I hate meaningless people. It is purely coincidental or fate is trying to play a joke on us.""And you think I care about what you hate or not. Dante, or Mr. Ian, you are just my boss, not my Alpha or Master. Get that right." She had zero control over her voice at this point, and she saw that he knew that she was a step from punching him square in the face.He looked at her flatly. "Trying to act mad? Try harder.""Well, consider yourself lucky because I have no intention of wasting my positive energy on someone so cruel and soulless as you. You can go back to your pack, where you are worshiped. Because here, you are getting none of that." She turned around, ready to storm out the door. She took the first few steps, but Dante grabbed her wrist and spun her in place. His touch sent a jolt of electricity straight to her heart, which only proved that her mind was brave, but she still feared him."Keep quiet," he warned.She rolle
"Good morning, Mr. Ian! Here is your refined Cappuccino, daily schedule, and the report for sales of yesterday. You have a ten o'clock meeting with the rival company SAN in your office, and a noon lunch with David Allen and his agent regarding renewing his contract. The survey team left a message that they failed to be the first to collect data on St. Lauren Art. They sent their apologies and offered to work on two projects at once. The launching of the Lamborghini Escala and New York Sea Arts. What would you like me to do with this information, sir?""Make sure you milk them of every penny they've. I am not some freewill donation center. Mess something up, and you pay for it," Dante raged.Considering how much Dante was a workload to deal with, Declan made sure to get him the toughest-skinned PA. Declan couldn't be assisting Dante at all times, since he also had the President's duties to do in the company and a plan B in place. It was no news that most of the women in the company we
Dante knew he should back down before Declan suffered from a heart attack. Being a dick with everyone would lead him to nowhere. But, what did he care about? He hated the idea of having anything to do with Freya with a fiery passion, but, he didn't want his powers gone. So, suck it up and act like a man. He knotted his fingers together, leaning forward and meeting his gaze. Nature must've known that he would one day come to this point. That was why he got all his father's qualities intimidated people and made one want to commit murder whenever they had anything to do with him. Although deep down, in that vacuum, meant for the position of his heart, a part of his mother was there. A part he has been battling with over the years."Declan, you know that having learned about this aspect of my family's life, I've come to love it. Secondly, even without having proper knowledge about all this, the income I've generated for this company since I took over is a groundbreaker. I pride myself in
Dante ended up ignoring Freya for the rest of the day. It wasn't intentional, but satisfactory all the same. He didn't even bother to show her to her desk. He wasn't entirely sure what Declan wanted her to do there, but he knew after the face-off that morning that he'd better keep her because he risked losing a lot.Freya thought that ignoring Dante will get the job done. In his mind, he was plotting everything possible, carving every impossible task to make sure her torture wasn't any less. All the same, maintaining a large distance between them.After having his lunch with David and his Agent, Dante had to overview the recently imported art from Singapore before their sales. David was still trying to get his dick in an intern's skirt while a presenter was having an argument with the news unit because they didn't have the order of the presentation right. If Dante wasn't Lucifer himself, all these were enough to give one a meltdown.Since Freya didn't have a desk, a computer, or anyone
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
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