Chapter 25

Artemis Pov

The old hag was smiling. His skin on hers wanted to make me plunge a punch to that mouth of his and wipe out all those smiles and the remains of his teeth. I seared within, contending myself when what I wanted to do was very much create damage to his physique.

Her arm was interlocked with his as we walked down the open tracked field. I like to think that his skin smearing hers was filthy. She was an epitome of pure bliss, emphasis on the ‘pure,’ she was too good for her own benefit. I didn’t deserve her but Jude definitely didn’t deserve the tiniest bit of having skin to skin contact with her.

I like to think of her as a goddess and as a goddess the filthy werewolves were no fit to touch her.

Freya would smile curtly and chuckled when need be. She curated herself in such a way that anyone watching right now would think that she had been a royal werewolf all her life.

She really was the daughter of Demitri—

I halted right there on my words. Oslo had gotten into my mind.

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