All Chapters of Freya And The Lycan King : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Freya’s povI had a cucumber, whittled, and placed over my eyes. A soft hand went to work on my back, massaging and untying all the knots in my muscle. I moaned in ecstasy, this was really a beauty treatment. Pear was smeared over my face. This section was mainly for natural beauty treatment. All natural products were used, no artificial. Honey was spewed into my bath. I stayed in the honey water for close to thirty minutes. A timer was set. After that, I was helped out by the maids, still drenched in the honey water, fresh water was arranged, and rose petals were thrown in. I was guided into the bathtub filled with rose petals. For thirty minutes, I stayed in, letting my pores absorb the nutrients that the rose gave up. Poor rose was withering away to make me beautiful.The timer by my side went off, a towel was instantly held out by two maids as the others supported my weight, and helped me out. The White towel was wrapped around me. After I was dry, they set out and were engaged

Freya's povThe day was here, it had arrived. Artemis was beside me, by his left was Iris. Then there was Oslo, tilting my jaw from side to side repeating the same words, “Do you remember all our training?” he had asked that for the umpteenth time but I wasn't complaining, I understood why. Rather it was Iris that found the replay of the question infuriating. It was like being in a loop.I was forced into a black leather fighting gear. A tight badass leather pants, a leather sleeveless top and a high knee boot. My hair was packed in a neat ponytail, wrapped into a bun by my maids. I and Rachael hadn't made up and right now, I didn't want to deal with the do's and don't. It wasn't time for introspection, if anything, I pushed away any ideas that would stand between me and winning.Those badass brave females that usually had power-bikes were exactly how I looked and felt. The mere outfit made me feel brave.“Do you remember all our trainings, everything I told you, just——”“Oh for heave

Artemis pov I watched Freya from her bed as she laid still. She was cladded in white long pants and shirt, a bandage wrapped around her torso. Her breathing was even as she laid back flat staring at the ceiling with eyes shot and mouth sealed. The atmosphere was still and tender, marked with the smell of disinfectant and drugs.Every little activity was noticed by everyone as there was one significant mode in the building, panic. People often ran in a disheveled format, hurrying like they were headed to a battle. It was a battle, just this one was to win death.White low lights were casted in every spot, lighting up the space. The White Light was not the only thing in the fight, everyone was dressed white and had on their mouth, and nose masks to dodge spreading disease.In the middle of all this drama was Freya, connected with tubes of wires to machines that beeped tremendously, registering and coupling with the brain. I stood and watched her in delight as a proud grin veiled my f

Freya’s pov“Common Freya you got this,” I chanted to myself as I sat in my room. It was evening and the whole place was set.I was adorned in a green velvet dress, emerald necklace to my neck and a set of dangling earrings were fixed into my ear. It accentuated my natural forest green eyes.My consciousness was flying in an abnormal pattern, I wasn't myself as I had a lot on my mind. Dare I say, I was afraid.“I can't do this, I can't,” I strutted towards my drawer, pulled it outwards and there laid my necklace, the one from my father.It was a brown necklace of fine craftsmanship and it would fit just right with the dress I wore. My fingers found the hook on the necklace I presently had on, I Infixed my hand into the small lock of the necklace, and I pressed it to unlock.I set it down gently and replaced my father’s necklace where the emerald necklace had previously occupied.Unconsciously I let out a breath I had not known to be withholding. I could finally practice respiration,

Freya’s Pov By the middle of the evening, both girls still had their heads infixed perfectly well into their bodies, gratefully, no one had lunged for the other's neck.That was an improvement.Kudos to I and Merona or mostly Racheal who kept us in check and out of throttling each other’s neck.I didn’t miss the side glare we subtly sent to each other, and the flank affection that they did not so discreetly share.A thought ran through my mind. Were they mates? Or this was just a mutual thing for now. I didn't get the chance to ask Rachael earlier because the thought had been dormant but now I was actually curious. If this was just——-“Oh, that's my Luna,” a friendly voice sang, pulling me out of my subconsciousness. I smiled and swirled slightly, coming face to face with a beaming Loretta.“Loretta,” that was both mine and Racheal’s voice with a distinct tone. While mine was sweet and welcoming, Racheal's voice was blatantly raw with irritation.Loretta smiled at me and to my side