บททั้งหมดของ Sold by my ex-husband, I became the Rogue’s breeder : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Freya’s P.O.V I jolted awake, my heart racing in my mind because of the nightmare that I just had. I had seen myself vomiting blood till a hand pushed me into the ocean. A groan left my mouth, sitting upright while trying to catch my breath as I dashed away the sweat that was beginning to form on my forehead. Before I could wrap my head around what was going on, the sound of stilettos against the floor filled my ears. “Are you awake?” Someone cooed while I turned my head around instinctively in the direction that the voice emanated. Celeste strutted towards me, worry boldly written on her face as she increased her pace and sat on the bed next to me. “Are you okay, Freya? You have been unconscious for hours” The more I stared at her, the more confusion swirled in my mind. What was she talking about? “I…” My words trailed when some memories flooded through my head. From what I could recollect, after taking like two spoonfuls of the porridge I was served, I had started to

Thorne’s P.O.V I furrowed my brows in confusion, focusing intently on Celeste as I struggled to make sense of her words because no matter how much I tried, her words remained utterly baffling. Seduction? Where? How? Celeste snapped me out of my reverie, smacking her palms together as laughter erupted from her mouth, tears brimming in her eyes while I took a step back away from Freya who was equally confused as I was. “Scaredy cat. It was just a joke” She sauntered towards Freya while pulling her in a tight embrace. My gaze lingered on Freya who remained stiff in Celeste’s embrace. Freya’s eyes met mine in that fleeting moment before she quickly averted her gaze but as my mind drifted back to Celeste, a thought nudged at the back of my mind. That glint in her eyes when she accused Freya. It wasn't a joke! It was real. With the way things have been going on between Celeste and me and how she has been showing me different sides of her, that was a total contrast to th

Freya’s P.O.V I drifted down the hallway, lost in the perfection and beauty of the artwork hung on the wall. This was the distraction that I needed—a distraction from my miserable life and most importantly, Thorne. All of a sudden, I stopped dead in my tracks when my gaze fell on Thorne’s portrait and my heart lurched. The aura around him could be felt just from the picture. A cold thrill ran down my spine while I stepped forward, my fingers slowly grazing his artwork as different thoughts coursed through my mind at that moment. My heart sank into my stomach and knowing the things that my father had done to his own family shattered my heart to pieces. Somehow, it made me remember how I needed to keep my guard up because if Thorne uncovered my true identity, he was going to get rid of me irrespective of the fact that I was carrying his children. Suddenly, my heart almost leaped into my throat, when I felt a hand gripping me by the shoulders before shoving me to the grou

Freya’s P.O.V Confusion swirled deep within me, watching as some maids scurried in and out of the palace while carrying golden metal bowls that reeked of strong herbal scent. Bile rose in my throat because of the stench. The only reason I was here in Thorne’s palace today was because I wanted to meet Celeste concerning what the bullies had done to me. Thorne had dismissed me for today, claiming that my services weren't needed. My earlier assumption was that tonight was the night of the full moon and although not everyone celebrated it, in my father’s kingdom they held elaborate festivals in honor of it. Suddenly, I was jolted out of my thoughts when a soft hand curled around my arms, pulling me toward a corner. It was Astrid, the maid who personally worked for Thorne before she was dismissed by him. Her hands slowly released my arms, her sapphire eyes glinting with worry. “What…are you doing here?” My eyes fluttered and that was when it hit me that the pungent arom

Freya’s P.O.V Trepidation clawed at the back of my neck like icy fingers as different thoughts plagued my mind. What in the world happened between Thorne and me? How did that happen? How was I able to heal him when I was a powerless Lycan princess who was strongly hated by her dad because of her inability to shift? My eyes flickered back to my wrist instinctively, thinking about the light that shone on it when Thorne grabbed my wrist. How was I even able to do that? Maybe it was all a coincidence. It had to be a coincidence. At that moment, my mind strayed towards Celeste and the betrayal on her face when I kissed Thorne. Unease rose to choke me immediately as the memories of that horrific moment flooded through my mind. I was a horrible person. She had been nothing but extremely nice to me and all I could do to pay her back was kiss her Finacè… My fingers trailed my lips when the image of Thorne kissing me flashed across my mind as my stomach tied a knot. The way