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Chapter 28: Emotional Outburst

Freya's POVThe rain poured heavily, creating a constant drumming sound on the roof of the small café where I worked. Droplets soaked the pavement, reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights. The cold air crept over my skin, seeping through the thin sweater I wore. But that wasn’t what made my chest feel so heavy.It wasn’t the air, nor the rain. It was the figure standing across the street.I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the fabric of the apron still tied around my waist.Alaric leaned against a lamppost, his body wrapped in a black leather jacket that was already damp from the rain. Those sharp eyes remained the same as I remembered—dark, intense, filled with secrets. His long fingers held a cigarette, its dying ember glowing faintly as smoked curled into the cold air.I thought I had left him behind. Thought that my small steps toward a new life were enough to erase him from my mind. But here he was, appearing unexpected.And worse, my heart pounded uncontrollably
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Chapter 29: The Thin Line Between Fate

Freya's POVI woke up before sunrise, accompanied by the steady rhythm of rain tapping against my window. My apartment felt colder than usual, even with the thick blanket wrapped around me. But it wasn’t the weather that made my chest feel so heavy.He was still here.I could feel it, even without seeing him. Outside this room, on the living room sofa, Alaric was either awake or pretending to be asleep.I stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. I wanted to believe that last night’s argument had left no trace, that I could wake up and pretend nothing had changed. But I knew better.A faint sound came from outside—fabric shifting. Maybe he was adjusting his position. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, before finally getting out of bed.The moment I opened the door, Alaric came into view.He hadn’t slept.He was sitting on the sofa, one hand supporting his forehead, his elbow resting on his knee. His black hair was slightly disheveled, and traces of exhaustion still clung to hi
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Chapter 30: Principles

Freya’s POVThe clinking of cups and the hum of customers' conversations filled the café, but everything felt distant as I stood in front of Alaric.I tried to read his expression, but as always, he was a puzzle I could never quite solve. His face was calm, yet there was something in his eyes that made the air between us feel heavier.“I told you we’d talk after my shift. Why are you still here?” I asked, keeping my voice low and even so the customers wouldn’t overhear.Alaric casually slipped his hands into his pockets, as if standing in this tiny café was the most natural thing in the world. “Now or later—what difference does it make?”I crossed my arms. “Fine. What do you want to talk about? Make it quick before my boss loses her patience.”Before he could respond, Adrian—the shameless menace, cut in. That loudmouth never let people enjoy their coffee in peace.“Damn, Alaric Verity!” he called out from behind the bar, stirring a cup of coffee with infuriating nonchalance. “Thanks f
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Chapter 31: The Past Comes Back to Haunt Me

Freya’s POVThe night crept in with an eerie silence, as if something was lurking beneath the darkness. I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the dark screen of my phone. My fingers clenched around it, resisting the urge to call Alaric after he dropped me off earlier.I should feel relieved. After that heated argument, I had finally made my stance clear—I had to move forward without his shadow, without his presence constantly blurring the lines between right and wrong.But why did relieve never come?Instead, there was only a hollow emptiness, sinking into my chest like a bottomless pit.I took a deep breath and rubbed my face harshly. No. I can’t do this. I need to focus. Furthermore, I’ve come this far. Likewise, I can’t let Alaric pull me back into the emotional storm that always leaves me spiraling.I want to maintain a good relationship with him. But what I need is peace.Pushing myself up, I walked toward my small kitchen. The cold marble counter beneath my fingertips felt mor
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Chapter 32: Your Touch

Freya's POV“I’m not going back to New York.” I said it without hesitation, without fear. But still, my heart pounded violently in my chest as the words filled the air.Alaric stood in front of me, his entire body wound tight like a steel cable on the verge of snapping. His jaw clenched, and his gaze darkened, a storm brewing beneath the surface—one that hadn’t yet exploded.“Freya, I’m not playing games.” His voice was low, sharp, laced with a quiet threat. “I want you to come back with me. It’s for your own good.”I crossed my arms, standing my ground. “I’m not playing either.”The tension between us thickened, pressing in from all sides, trapping us in this battle I couldn’t avoid. I saw the muscle in his neck tighten, saw the way his fists clenched, like he was ready to break anything in his path.“Vince won’t stop.” He took a step closer, his voice sharper now, more dangerous. “He’ll keep coming after you until he gets what he wants. Do you really think you can live peacefully he
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Chapter 33: Addicted

Freya’s POVMorning arrived slower than I had hoped. The sunlight streaming through my apartment window felt too warm, too real—reminding me that last night wasn’t just a dream.A night so long, I lost count of how many times I came.Every ounce of longing, frustration, and emotion had melted between us as we made love—desperately, wildly, relentlessly.I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was Alaric’s chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I was still curled up against him, my body tangled with his on this too-small couch. My breath was slow as I stared at his face—so much softer in sleep. No tension in his jaw. No sharpness in his gaze. Alaric looked like an entirely different man when he slept.I inhaled deeply, letting his scent fill my lungs: warm, a little musky, comforting.I bit my lip. Since when did Alaric start feeling like home?I shifted slightly, trying to sit up, but his arm around my waist only tightened. Without even opening his eyes, he mumbled, voice d
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Chapter 34: REALIZED DESIRES

Freya’s POVI never thought Alaric could be this… obedient.In fact, I never imagined he would listen to anyone—especially me. But this morning, he was standing outside my apartment, casually leaning against his sleek black car, dressed in a laid-back yet impossibly polished outfit that seemed custom-made to highlight his broad, muscular frame.His jacket hung over one shoulder, and the dark gray shirt clung perfectly to his chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the veins running along his forearms—strong, effortless, dangerous.He always looked like someone who had just stepped out of a business magazine—except with an edge that made him so much more lethal.When I opened the door, he met my gaze with a calm expression. There was no urgency in his stance, no impatience—just quiet confidence, like he already had complete control over whatever was about to happen today.“We have a long list to get through,” he said smoothly, skipping over any kind of greeting.I bli
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Chapter 35: Overthinking

Freya’s POV“What do you need?” Alaric asked as he pulled a shopping cart along, his voice deep and neutral, as if this was just another ordinary thing for us.I glanced at the list on my phone. “Chicken, vegetables, fruit, milk, bread, rice, bathroom essentials, and tissues.”He gave a single nod before pushing the cart forward, maneuvering through the brightly lit supermarket aisles.I walked beside him, picking out items one by one, trying to focus on the list instead of how surreal this situation felt.We looked like a couple—effortlessly used to grocery shopping together. It felt… too domestic. Too intimate for something that should have been so mundane.Every time I added something to the cart, he remained silent. No objections, no complaints. Even when I grabbed a tub of salted caramel ice cream, something much too sweet for most men’s taste—he didn’t say a word.I shot him a suspicious glance. “You’re not going to say anything?”He shrugged, his expression calm. “Why would I?”
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Chapter 36: The Trap of the Past

Freya’s POVThe cold night air pierced through, creeping across my skin with an inescapable chill. I had just left the café where I worked, my steps light despite the weight of the apron I had removed, still hanging over my shoulder.I draped it over my arm, not caring how tired my body felt after a long shift.The sky was dark, illuminated only by the faint glow of streetlights and the occasional rush of a passing car. I took my phone from my pocket, it was time to call Alaric and let him know I was on my way home.But before I could dial, the sound of shoes scraping against the pavement behind me made my skin crawl. I spun around quickly, scanning the darkness behind me. There was no one in sight. But my instincts weren’t wrong. Something was off.Carefully, I quickened my pace, trying to hide the tension creeping up my chest. The cold night air bit at my skin, my breath misting in the thickening air.Just a few steps into the narrow alley behind the café, a coarse cloth wrapped ar
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Chapter 37: The Final Punishment

Alaric's POVThe pistol in my hand felt cold, its metal almost fusing with my skin, becoming an extension of the rage burning in my chest. My breath was heavy, not from fear, but from the hatred that consumed my mind. That bastard had taken her from me.I should be by her side tonight, not standing here in front of this rundown club, ready to wipe out every bastard who dares to stand in my way.“Ready?”Uncle Damian’s voice sliced through the tension in the air. He stood beside me, his face as sharp as his blade. His weapon was neatly tucked away behind his black suit, his finger already on the trigger. There was no emotion in his eyes, just the professionalism of a man who had seen death one too many times.I nodded without a word.Uncle Damian snorted, cocking his pistol with a relaxed motion that betrayed the danger. “Don’t die, kid. I would rather not explain to Caspian if you end up dead like a loser.”I didn’t respond. Likewise, I wasn't concerned about the Caspian—I never care
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