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
Freya’s Pov She charged onward and immediately I ducked, crouching under her arm swiftly. She was quick to swirl, looking back at me. She smirked and stuck out her tongue to the side of her chin.She mouthed something like, “you can't run forever,” with a very infuriating smug look. I was burning with rage. My vision caught the sight of Oslo shaking his head slowly. The people looked eager and anticipated.“Don't let your emotions get the best of you,” he mimed. My gaze returned to Merona who locked eyes with me and cracked her neck in a manner that said ‘It’s time to devour you.’We both crouched as we circled one another, acquiring a boxer's stance. It was like a staring contest, observing each other move. The opening came, when her focus was altered, she was calculating where she could plow next but that was my first cue, as she looked for my opening, I had found hers in the act.I thrusted my fist right into her face, I heard a satisfactory crack that her nose gave up. Her hea
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 povDemons, demons were just the right words to describe the court. They didn't strike to have an atom of light in them.Just after I had woken, they took it as their prime duty to remind me that I had a ball to attend just after a near-death experience. Of course they didn't care, this shouldn't be a surprise but at least I had thought they'd show a little bit of human emotions. Well so much for thinking they were something other than leeches. I never always made the right judgment.Pushing past their vile taste in my throat, which was apparently the court, the sweet scent of soft and tender flowers filled my nose.The hospital room was scented with petals of soft buds. By the head of my bed stood three baskets of well-selected flowers of different colors and peculiar fragrances.The little gesture had gone a long way into my small heart, it lit up fireflies in my soul and put a warm smile on my face to know that I was accepted by some already in their hearts. It was no doubt
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,
Artemis povThe event was currently on and I had to put everything in place before I assumed the festive that was intended to overthrow my mate.“Alpha we have the item,” Oslo told me by my side,“That's good, is the item’s guidian aware?” I questioned.“No, but I think he's more likely to notice today,” he answered elaborately.Iris was down tending to the guest in my absence of which I would join shortly. Jude was going to bow down and beg me for his son's life, he would crawl on his knees for trying to go against me, his Alpha. He would be thought a lesson.Oslo and I were headed towards the elevator, I had to pay a visit to my new friend. Opening the plastic casing that hid the buttons to the dungeon, I punched the red number 12 and we were going down.The metals that held the dungeon rustled shut as we both stepped out of the elevator. Smell of old dried blood hits my nose like a wave. Someone had to clean up this place Our shoes were the only sound made as they clicked with th
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
Freya's povArtemis was standing waiting for me, his hand by his side like the perfect gentleman that he was. A smile was on his face in full display, I didn't think he could smile in public.His dark reputation and all. When I was just two arms away, he stretched forth his hand as I got near, I slipped my palm into his and it locked in like a perfect puzzle piece.The people had now gathered and looked at Artemis and me. With the support of Artemis, we climbed up taking the stage.All eyes were now on us, all faces that bore hate towards me. No one here was my friend. As if to back up my assumptions, I saw the woman in the gallery, the human that lost her mate and claimed that Artemis saved her.What caught my attention wasn't her, rather the person by her side with whom she spoke with. Jude the two faced cunt. Artemis had told me all about him, he was the one that invented the notion of my sparring with Merona. He wanted to kick me out, him, and the rest of the Court. I was also in