All Chapters of Freya And The Lycan King : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Artemis Pov Waking up to sweet cinnamon smell filling my nose was ecstasy. I peered my eyes open and gazed down at the damn angel by my side. She was in a deep slumber, her heart heaving as she slept. Her hair fell to her face obstructing my view of sunshine. I reached out and pushed the strands of hair back to its origin.She sighed and stirred in her position, inching closer to me for the loss of warmth. I pulled her even closer, wrapped my hand around her small back as I laid back on the bed.She looked peaceful, no grease of worry, no thought going frenzy in that head of hers. Her mouth that was usually running with questions were closed tenderly, a little opening in between emitting little whispers which if stressed enough would be regarded as snores.Her eyes squinted slightly due to the sun rays that let themselves intruded in, they pestered her and she snaked her head in multiple directions to block the sun rays, but they were harsh and persistent, they filled the room and ev

Freya's PovThe necklace dangled as I crouched low on the ground. My brain was waiting for the go-off whistle. My hand found it and caressed it gently, the necklace that came with me from my father's pack, the only thing left of them for me. A reminder that I was from somewhere, somewhere I would have mattered for the past thirteen years.It served as a piece of comfort to me, when I held it, it was as though I felt my father, I felt my family. This necklace was what held me together all those years in Eastwood pack, when I thought I was going to crack, it held me in one place together.I didn't think I was one to place sentiment on objects, to give them more meaning than they bore but for Artemis, I would. I wore it more now than ever, I had hoped my father's bravery would disseminate to me and somehow, magically, help me in this battle. But I liked to think my father wasn't one of those people who believed in magic. He'd be the type that loved to get things done themselves, nonethel

Artemis povI and Iris were in the elevator headed down to the dungeon. Ajax, he was one pain in the ass. He was like that mole you could not just cut off because it was likely to escalate into something big. And I hated when something small itched more than it was supposed to.We trotted into the dungeon where he was chained to a metal chair, we were all tired, not knowing how to easily dispose of him. He was a quicksand, any move we make would come back to bite us. And to make matters worse he was Loretta’s father. The idiot had Loretta up coming to seduce me, it didn’t work after all those years but the slut followed me around like a bug, something she and her father both had in common.His head hung low, his face a complete disaster from the constant torturing, he won’t buldge, he is adamant on striking a deal. The old fool was desperate to save his life. People who feared for their lives were most likely cowards and most times it was better never to trust such people.The place s

Artemis PovAjax body was disposed off, it was great getting him of my ass yet I didn't feel as awesome as I'd thought. I was angry and frustrated. The trace of those emotions unknown. The video he made for his daughter had already been forwarded to her. It was time to face the dog that thought he could bite its owner, Jude.My frustration and anger were directed towards Jude, but it felt like I was projecting it at the wrong person. Walking out of my room, I saw Freya and almost instantly, I felt a tug in my chest. It grew tight and a lump formed in my heart. I almost moved back out of fear. It was then I realized my anger and frustration, whom it was directed at. It was no other person but me. I was angry at myself.It felt as though I had betrayed Freya. I wasn't one bit pleased with myself.“Artemis!” she called out, her eyes twinkled as she waved at me. Waving back, the knot in my chest tightened. Damn it!She scurried away with her business.“Alpha,” Iris called. I turned and ga

Freya's povToday was the day, the day for my beauty treatment. Argh… I didn't see the point. I was gonna be treated like a princess, bath with honey and milk and rose and all the things that would make me glow, and then I would be sent into a battle where all of that would be nothing but vain.The pack was almost done with the decorating, they had transformed the hall into magic. It was lovely but at the same time, all the decor and interior were getting in my way.Occasionally I would bump into a crate of balls, a box of ribbons and drapes, and poles, basically everything used for decorating. It pissed me off, especially when I was done with training, and I was tired, those traitorous drapes would occasionally get in my way.With my face-off fast approaching, my time for myself was limited, making me train even more. I had had less time for Loretta, I barely even saw her which I felt bad for. It seemed as though I just abandoned her after learning of her problem. It was hard balanci