When Freya slowly blinked her eyes open, the very first thing that greeted her vision was the expanse of a stunning, pristine white ceiling gracefully arching overhead. The soft, comforting illumination from above bathed the room in a gentle, ethereal glow.
With a curious glance, she began to survey her surroundings. Every inch of the room seemed to be steeped in this pristine, angelic white. From the chairs to the tables, the entire ambiance exuded an almost otherworldly quality. It was as if she had stepped into a realm where purity and elegance reigned supreme.As her memory started to piece together the fragments of what had transpired before she lost consciousness, her hand instinctively went to her chest. She remembered Mariah resting her leg there before everything went dark. A tremor of uncertainty coursed through her as she tentatively uttered, "Am I dead?"A voice, deep and masculine, emerged from somewhere behind her, shattering the silence. It was a voice that carried a note of reassurance, and yet it startled her. Her initial instinct was to leap out of the bed, but strong, reassuring hands kept her firmly grounded."Be careful," the voice advised, its tone almost a mumble.Freya hesitated for a moment, her heart racing in her chest, before cautiously turning onto her side. What met her gaze was nothing short of breathtaking—a face so exceptionally handsome that it took her breath away. To her astonishment, the other two figures flanking her were equally striking.With a disarming grin, she quipped, "If being dead means I get to be accompanied by such handsome men, then I don't mind."A soft chuckle rumbled through Steele, who seemed to find her reaction utterly adorable. Leaning in slightly, he replied, "You're not dead."The confusion deepened in Freya's eyes as she probed further, "Huh? If I'm not dead, then why—"But before she could finish her sentence, her eyes widened in sheer shock. Jerking her hand away from Steele's grip, she practically vaulted out of the bed, lowering her head in a rush of apology, "I'm so sorry. I have no idea how I got here. I'll clean the whole room if I have to. Please forgive me."The men's expressions darkened, and it didn't take a genius to discern the source of Freya's fear. The tremors of anxiety that gripped her were a testament to the repeated abuse she had endured, not only from her pack's alpha but from the pack members themselves. It was a pattern she had grown all too accustomed to—apologizing profusely whenever she made the slightest mistake.Hunter, his smile softening, reassured her gently, "You don't need to be so scared of me."Freya couldn't help but cower further. She had lived through this façade countless times—visitors feigning kindness to earn Alexander's favor, only to later humiliate her in front of everyone or even use her humiliation as a form of entertainment.Though she knew nothing of these men's identities, an unsettling hunch gnawed at her. Were these the Alphas who had visited her pack? Her breathing grew more labored as this thought took hold."Please," Hunter began, trying to offer comfort, but when he saw Freya flinch, both Knight and Steele sprang to their feet, interrupting him."I'm Steele Lockwood.""I'm Knight Sterling.""And I'm Hunter Caldwell," Hunter added.Despite their simultaneous introductions, Freya couldn't shake the feeling that she had guessed their true identities correctly. She took two cautious steps backward, her gaze wary. Was this their habit? Was this the reason other packs feared them?Outwardly, the three Alphas presented themselves as harmless, their smiles masking the potentially murderous intent that lurked beneath their charismatic exteriors. As Freya stood at a distance, her heart pounding, she couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that they were already scheming a way to annihilate her."Alpha Steele, Alpha Hunter, and Alpha Knight, please forgive me. It wasn't my intention to end up in this room," she repeated her apology, her voice trembling.The men exchanged glances, perplexed by her overwhelming fear despite how amiable they were."Can I please leave?" Freya requested nervously as she bit down on her lower lip.Prepared to face the worst, she had already steeled herself for a fight. She knew she didn't stand a chance against them, but she wouldn't go out without a fight!Unexpectedly, Steele agreed, "Sure. You can leave.""Thank you," she mumbled and rushed out of the room, relief washing over her.Once she was out of earshot, Steele couldn't hold back his thoughts any longer. "I do not like the idea of sharing my mate with either of you."Knight mirrored his sentiments with a deep frown, saying, "I don't like the idea either."Hunter, with a determined resolve, chimed in, "I'm glad you both share the same sentiment. Only one of us will be with her, and that person will be me."Knight hissed in protest, "And why do you think I'll let that happen?""Because if you don't, then I'll be declaring war on your pack," Hunter retorted, his tone laced with menace."To hell with you and your pack! My pack is always ready for war, so bring it on and watch how I slay each and every one of them before cutting open your throat!" Knight responded violently.Hunter's eyes flashed, and he growled fiercely at Knight, his fangs revealing themselves. Knight wasn't one to back down, and he responded in kind.Meanwhile, Steele, overwhelmed by the scent of Freya still lingering on the duvet, couldn't help but inhale deeply, lost in the comforting aroma. His thoughts drifted to how it would feel to have her in his arms."I can't share my mate with either of you either! You both disgust me!" He suddenly growled, dropping the duvet back onto the bed. "I'd rather kill both of you than share her with you.""No, I'd rather kill both of you than share her with either of you!" Knight retorted vehemently.At that moment, the door was pushed open, revealing three men standing in the doorway. They dispersed, finding themselves beside each Alpha.Undoubtedly, they were Betas."She fell unconscious on her way out of here," Steele's Beta was the first to report."She? Do you mean Freya?" Knight asked anxiously, rushing toward the door before he could receive a response.The other two Alphas followed suit, their instincts driving them to find Freya. They traced her scent until they located her in a room, where a healer was tending to her.Upon seeing the Alphas, the healer quickly rose and bowed his head slightly in respect.Steele's voice carried a tinge of urgency as he inquired, "What happened to her?" He didn't even spare a glance at the healer.The healer's eyes revealed a moment of inner conflict before he responded hesitantly, "She's not feeling too well."However, his vague reply earned him nothing but glares from the three Alphas."That's why she's here. Now tell me what's wrong with her before I rip out your tongue," Hunter threatened, his claws ominously extending.Before the healer could offer more details, Alexander, made his entrance."She wasn't able to eat last night. Unfortunately, the food had run out by the time she finished whatever she was doing," Alexander explained, coming to the healer's aid.Freya lay unconscious, and the healer wisely refrained from exposing Alexander's involvement. However, this was of no concern to Steele, who irritably demanded, "Why aren't you doing anything to help her?"The healer hung his head in embarrassment as he replied, "She's fine. She just needs to eat as soon as she wakes up.""How long will that be?" Hunter pressed for more information."A few hours," the healer responded."If she's genuinely starving as you claim, then you should wake her now and feed her. Starvation only makes people tired and extremely sleepy," Knight interjected, moving closer to Freya.Upon Knight's suggestion, the healer looked to Alexander for guidance, who nodded in agreement."I'll inform the chef to prepare something for her to eat," the healer confirmed.Steele, however, seemed troubled by the idea of another man caring for Freya. He asked Alexander, "Is he the only healer in your pack?"Alexander shook his head, trying to dispel any doubts they had about the healer's competence. "Menroe is proficient at his job. Freya will be fine before you know it."Steele persisted, asking, "Is there any nearby pack with a female healer?"Once again, Alexander shook his head, unable to provide an alternative.Sighing audibly, Steele entered the room fully, positioning himself just inches from the bed. He addressed Menroe, the healer, directly, offering a stern word of caution, "A word of advice; I'll kill you the moment your hand strays where it shouldn't."Knight and Hunter, instantly comprehending Steele's intent, became equally vigilant. Under the unwavering scrutiny of these dominant men, Menroe realized that his life hung by a thin thread.Just a week earlier, when Freya had sought his help with a bleeding hemorrhage, he had cruelly refused and even ordered the pack's warriors to remove her from his presence. He, along with other pack members, had secretly wished for her demise due to the internal bleeding.Hunter took charge, instructing Alexander without sparing him a glance, "Send someone else to the kitchen. Menroe will stay here and attend to her."With doubt still lingering in his eyes, Alexander complied with Hunter's directive. He left the room to relay the message to a pack member outside, then proceeded to enter the adjacent room.As he stepped into the room, he was immediately met by Mariah's watchful gaze."Are you alright?" Alexander asked with genuine concern as he hurried to Mariah's side."I'm fine," Mariah replied with a groan. "I'm hearing a lot. Is it true that Freya is mated to the three Alphas?""We're still sorting it out. For now, you should focus on your recovery," Alexander replied evasively.Mariah promptly sat up, her werewolf resilience aiding her swift recovery. "I'm a werewolf; I heal quickly.""Of course. Only a wolfless omega shows her weakness to the entire world," he noted with a hint of disdain.Mariah's anxiety surged. She had been striving to maintain a facade of well-behaved submission in front of Alexander. It would be a devastating blow to her carefully crafted image if he discovered she wasn't as pure as she pretended to be."I was only trying to teach Freya a lesson. I didn't mean to hurt her in any way," she said in a voice tinged with guilt.Alexander sat on the bed beside her, offering comfort. He placed her head on his chest and reassured her, "You don't need to apologize. I know you'd never hurt anyone intentionally, no matter what they do to you."Mariah's smile turned lewd as she shifted the conversation. "I presume I was kicked by one of the Alphas. Won't he insist I get punished for hurting Freya?"Alexander placed his chin on her head and whispered softly, "Once Freya wakes up, I'll order her to tell the Alphas that you did nothing wrong, that she was the one in the wrong."Beads of perspiration trickled down Menroe's forehead, his nervousness growing with every passing moment as he felt suffocated by the oppressive atmosphere in the room.His hands moved urgently over various parts of Freya's body, desperately attempting to invoke his healing magic, just as it usually worked when he tended to the pack members. Yet, despite his best efforts, everything he did seemed futile. Freya remained unresponsive, her temperature rising as her complexion turned even paler.The only thing preventing Menroe's throat from being torn out and flung across the room was the stark realization that he was the sole healer in their vicinity.The Alphas had initially contemplated bringing in their own healers, but they quickly dismissed the idea due to the considerable time it would take for them to arrive."Why is she running a fever? Why isn't she healing? Goddammit, where's your damn Alpha?" Steele seethed with frustration, his eyes glaring daggers at Menroe."Mariah was seve
The pack members sat in silence, their spoons tightly gripped in their hands, their eyes fixed on the three Alphas who surrounded Freya, carefully piling food onto her plate.Steele couldn't resist but comment with a sigh, "You should eat more. You look so skinny."Knight and Hunter simultaneously turned their attention to Alexander, who clenched his knife so tightly that it began to bend, saved only by Mariah's quick intervention.The entire pack was on edge, wishing fervently that this was all a terrible nightmare. Everyone in the pack had wronged Freya at some point, and given the Alphas' apparent attachment to her, there was little doubt that punishment would follow if she were to speak up."Freya, isn't there something you'd like to clarify?" Alexander asked, offering her a strained smile when she glanced up at him.Freya stared at him for a moment and attempted to get up, but Hunter firmly held her down."What are you doing? I'm sure Alexander wouldn't mind if you said whatever y
Night fell and soon, it was the morning of the next day. It was wednesday, one of the three days in a week the pack's prisoners were let out to do manual labor for the pack. At six in the morning, numerous pack warriors made their way to the cells. Chained men and women were pulled out of the cells. Among them was a dark-skinned man, tall and lanky, had long messy hair, an overgrown mustache and sharp eyebrows. His lips were thinned as he shut his eyes, attempting to adjust them to the sudden sunlight. When he opened them again, his sharp but tired brown eyes bore into everyone and everything he saw. He seemed fascinated. “Move it!” One of the pack warriors snorted, shoving the man forward. The dark-skinned man was led to a pile of cleaning equipment. He grabbed one of them and joined the rest of the prisoners as they took care of the littered pack. “I haven't seen him before.” Mariah, who had tasked herself with overseeing the work to impress Alexander as always, said, as soon a
“I don't understand why she has to go away.” Alexander outrightly stated his dissatisfaction when he was told the reason for the Council members' visit. “Having a mate isn't surprising, but having three is unaccounted for. Worse still, it was the daughter of a beta or the daughter of an alpha, but it was an omega.” Said the representative of the three members sent by the Council. During the course of their conversation, Freya had picked out their names. The representative, who was the only woman among the three of them, went by the name Cleopatra Chapman. Her father was one of the Alphas in the Council, or so Freya thought. After all, her father had to be someone important for her to get to be the Council's representative.Cleopatra was tall, about 5'8, lean, but not extremely and had a fair skin tone. She tied up her black hair into a ponytail and had the habit of tapping the floor a little too often. All this, Freya had noticed because she was bored and didn't want to bother herse
“Is this like a school or something?” Freya couldn't resist asking as numerous people, who seemed to be her age, walked past them. They had this bitchy look in their eyes. A look Freya didn't need an explanation for since Cleopatra had said something about the children here being that of Alphas, Betas and all the high-ranking positions. “Werewolves don't need secular education like humans. They are trained to be skilled in combat.” Cleopatra merely replied as she stopped in front of a door, slid a card in front of it before it clicked open. She pushed it further and walked in, so did Freya. Inside, a blondie watered her plants but paused and turned around when she heard the door open. “This is your roommate.” Cleopatra wasted no time in introducing them. “I'm Sarah Bennett. What's your name?” Freya's roommate introduced herself, extending her hand for a handshake. However, instead of accepting the handshake, Freya looked at it for a long time before she took a step backward, her
“There used to be four of us in a room. Then some renovation happened, and more rooms were cleared. Now we have a big, beautiful room to ourselves. Isn't that wonderful!” Sarah said in excitement as she finished her dinner. She kept the plate beside her, only to look up to see Freya staring at her in fixation. “What is it?”“Aren't we going to take the plate to the kitchen?” Freya asked, glancing at her empty plate. “There are people for that.” Sarah replied, waving her aside before she recalled Freya was an omega, which meant she probably did stuff like this in her old pack. Sure enough, she raised her eyes again to see Freya looking at her blankly. “Don't get me wrong. It's often used as punishment for misbehaving. So, whoever is coming to take our plates isn't someone with a low rank. It might even be an upcoming Alpha.” Sarah joked, but there was still no crack on Freya's expression. “I was talking down on you or anything.” “I know. I just recalled something important.” Freya
Freya fell to the ground like a bag of stone, only that this stone groaned in pain when she came in contact with the bare floor. She got up immediately and wiped the corners of her lips, which had burst open during her training with Mendoza. Mendoza smiled in satisfaction. Everyone knew she was using the opportunity to get even with Freya. But still, Finn didn't look like he planned to stop the training any time soon.“Get moving, Armstrong! You'll be killed as soon as you become Luna if you can't even guard against hits from someone who's helping you train!” Finn yelled coldly, and the hair on the back of Freya's neck stood. She raised her fists to her face and tightened them, her eyes following Mendoza's every move. “You're not the only one who has to be trained, Armstrong! Make a move or condemn yourself to being a weak Luna!” Finn's voice came up again, this time, closer to Freya's ears as he suddenly appeared behind her back. Freya clenched her jaw tightly, her eyes drooping.
Sarah opened the door to see Freya on her bed, with her back faced to the door. Seven days had passed since the incident with Mendoza back at the training house and since Freya learnt of Sarah's identity. Sarah closed the door and walked into the room to see the three course meal which had been delivered for breakfast, lunch and dinner, sitting on the table, untouched. Freya would get up minutes before it was time to go to bed to throw out the food. This had been going on for the past seven days. "I'm not going to let you throw away the food again. It takes a lot of effort for the chefs to make it and the ingredients used in making it is also a big deal." Sarah said pointedly, standing behind Freya. Ten seconds passed by before she heard Freya sigh and massage her face. "I don't want to eat." "Then you should get ready to be punished for wasting food." Sarah grimaced. Freya opened her eyes to look at Sarah as she said, "For some reason, whenever I eat the food, it opens up my