Freya pov
My eyes twitched at the sight of the morning sun, pulling me awake. My body still aches from the previous day's ordeal. Maybe it was the wedding where I fell or the long ride to this new home. Yes. So far so good, it felt like home even though my brain couldn't understand why. Still recovering from my tiredness, I flipped to the other side thinking I might get the rare chance to see him while asleep but I released a sigh of frustration when my arm met an empty bed.
Did I sleep here alone? I can't say or guess anything because it looks like nobody slept here but me. My eyes roamed around the room and for the first time, I saw the detailed decoration. Everything is designed and made of gold and the chandelier shined with diamonds but I still cannot figure out how I got here. Perhaps I sleep-walked my way. That's the only possible explanation. I shoved the blanket aside and slumped my feet into some fancy slippers.
Shower.
That's all I wanted at the moment. A huge room that is almost as large as the one I awoke from came to sight. The sink, shower and every other thing my eyes got hold of are gold colored. And for a while, I thought he had an obsession with gold. The water flowed down my body as I let myself in. It feels nice, far better than those at Eastwood.
Memories of the previous night are still fuzzy but every drop of water made them vivid. I didn't sleep-walk after all. I remember being in his arms the whole time. I blushed when I remember the taste of his lips, his warmth breath and how I moaned beneath his manly stature. He found no difficulty when he slid his rod into my wet hole. I bet he saw how vulnerable I was.
I bashed my palm on the wall. The thoughts won't stop coming. Maybe the water brought some charm I can't explain so I turned the damn thing off.
Well, since my backpack was thrown out of the SUV, it means I don't have anything to put on, except the gown I wore on my weird wedding, which now stinks. I'm not entirely sure if Iris has bought the clothes. So for a while, I stood in the middle of the room, wrapped around a towel and confused on what to wear. But by some dumb luck, I found a rob in the closet and shrugged it on.
On my way to look for him.
The elevator hit the ground floor soon. Two men with white tops and black trousers bowed when I stepped out, something I didn't get yesterday. Perhaps my mate had told them to treat me with respect. I nodded in return. It would be unwise to be rude on the very first morning in my new home—because it damn feels like home already.
"This way!" said a blond-haired skinny lady. Her black skirt fell just below the knee. And teeth, so white that I thought she just came back from seeing a dentist. Her waist swung left to right as I trailed behind her. Soon, we reached a double glass door. His scene hit my nose instantly.
He is here.
You can go in!" She motioned and smiled, revealing the perfect white teeth once more. Yeah. I guess she has been to the dentist but when the door swung open, my thoughts centered around him. Only him.
There he is, seated at the far right of the table that stretched across the entire space. On it are various dishes I have never set eyes on and I wonder if all these are meant for one man's breakfast.
"You either stand there and keep staring, or you can join me if you choose!"
The tone of his voice seemed to have changed ever since we arrived. Rather than the harsh-threatening tone he gave back at Eastwood, a softer version seemed to have emerged. I strolled and found a seat next to him. The mate bond didn't do any good as it kept pulling, and I struggled to glue my ass down.
His jaws barely moved as he chewed and his lips left no stains on the glass cup whenever he drank.
"How did I get to your room?" That's the first question on the long list of questions in my head. I need to know who to put me to bed. At least a 'thank you' would be good.
He cleared his throat before sipping from the glass. "You seem to forget so easily," he blushed.
Is he teasing me? Yes. The smile on his face said so. Well, I remember the steamy night but I don't remember going to the steamy room. Maybe he should do that part to me. Also remember being in his arms. I sigh. Maybe I'm just dumb after all. How do I not see all the dots connecting before me? And here I am, still asking some stupid questions.
But wait. Is he a vegetarian? Because all I see are some green leaves, some other green stuff before him but the person is sensible enough to have left me out.
"Since you decided to sit all night in the common area, the least I could do is convince you to come upstairs." I could hear him chew. "Don't worry, it was great," he teased.
Did he just say that? Well, If I understood correctly, he carried me upstairs and we became steamy. That wasn't necessary for him to say.
I chuckled. "So werewolves are now vegetarian!" I blurted. The words came forth before I could hold them back. What I'm thinking?
"Yeah, because we are different..and stronger!" he replied. He is way too arrogant this time. I mean, who wouldn't be arrogant in his shoes? He has the right to be so. The vast empire he ruled, the men he lord over, everything gives him more power and control. So he has every goddamned right to be arrogant.
Control freak.
"So, where did you sleep?" I just hope I'm talking too much because the last I checked, talking over breakfast isn't good manners. And pray he doesn't get pissed at my questions. My mouth won't stop talking.
Stupid mate bond, so eager to know her mate.
"Beside you!"
"How come I woke up—"
"Enough talking about me," he blurted, cutting me halfway. I'm damn right that my questions are now a thorn on his flesh. I'm just curious to know why— for some reason only known to him—I woke up alone. Maybe he wasn't that pleased with the events. Or maybe he had enjoyed himself and felt irritated afterwards. Or maybe…
So many maybes for my brain to scan. I searched and pondered every possible 'maybe' but nothing. So I gave up, but my thoughts drifted back to the man I couldn't take my eyes off.
"So, tell me about yourself!" he asked. My face flushed, realizing that for the first time, he seems to have taken interest in my miserable life.
Well, there's nothing much to say about my years of misery and slavery but I need to keep the conversation going.
"Huh! Well there isn't much to say. What can I say except that I'm still alive!" I'm particularly sure if that's the perfect reply and he looked displeased with the scowl on his face.
"What was it like before you found out I'm your mate?"
My eyes flared wide open. Did he just call me his mate? That means he knew all this while and still spoke with his cruel tone. He must have felt the connection during the wedding, or even before. But I don't remember seeing him prior to that day. Maybe he saw me somewhere, and that might be the reason for the marriage despite being a slave.
"Huh. Hmm!" The words couldn't come out so I struggle to reply. The word 'mate' actually caught me off guard.
"Don't pretend you don't know. Don't you feel the connection!" a slight grin escaped his lips when he spoke.
Wait. Is he teasing me or what? Is the murderous alpha Artemis teasing me?
"Well, you can keep pretending, or accept the harsh reality of the matter." He sounds arrogant this time but I don't give a damn. He seems to have me under his charm.
"So you do—"
A buzzing came from a cell phone. A gold colored object emerged from his pocket.
Yeah. I was right. He has an obsession with gold.
"What! What do you mean?" he grumbled. His face furrowed as he continued to listen. I could hear the voice from the other end, thanks to my now-active werewolf ears but I can't make sense of the words. All I hear is "your presence is needed at the company."
Maybe there is some trouble in an unknown company and his attention is needed.
"I'm on my way."
Trouble
And my doubts were confirmed when he found his feet. Without saying a goodbye to his mate, he dashed out of the room.
That must be urgent but I will see him later
***
And I saw him hours later when he walked through the front door, tired and looking like hell. His face gave it all away and I figured it must have been a rough day.
No word
He marched to the elevator without saying a word.
Follow him
No. My wolf should learn some control. I will catch him later, I resolved. And that's after I explore the area that has become my new home. I pray to not get lost but even if I did, at least I would be found.
The huge library came to sight and I wonder what sort of books these seemingly different species of werewolves do read. My feet sauntered forward as the sweet smell flowed down my lungs.
For some unexplainable reasons, I seem to feel at home and I can't understand why. Maybe it's the stupid mate bond that kept pulling me to him. My wolf can't contain the excitement of finally meeting her mate even though he turned out to be a murderer. Well, she seems to forget that in case I get killed in my sleep, we both die.
I strolled to each section of the library but there is a particular section that seem different. The books are few as I glance around. Few shelves with neatly packed books, mostly with animal pictures as I stared but my eyes didn't fail to notice the paintings hanging on the wall. They seem to come alive with the way they stared back, threatening to tear me apart at any sign of aggression.
I sigh. It's time to head back. It would be a bad thing to keep my mate waiting. He is probably sleeping. Well, not that I'm here to steal anything. I can read, thanks to my adopted parents who saw it fit for me to go to school, but I wouldn't want to read anything even if I could.
But the book I saw sitting on a particular portion of the library caught my attention when I turned to leave. My eyes roamed around, and seeing no one was paying attention, I paced towards the glass that housed what seemed to be a special kind of book. From what I can see, it's a pretty normal blue-covered book but why its inside a glass remains a question.
Always curious, my trembling hands reached for it. I couldn't fathom why my hands trembled but for the first time in my eighteen years of existence, every bit of my nerve wanted to read, or at least know something I don't already know. But when I flipped the pages one after the other, I screamed. My brain couldn't comprehend the whole thing as I struggled for every possible explanation.
And at that moment, I knew the whole mate thing was a mistake.
Artemis Pov Don't run, it's time to pay for your crimes. I jerked and tossed the blanket aside when I heard a loud scream. Damn it. Another bad dream, and they become scary everytime. It's even worse this time because I felt a hot liquid being poured on my head. A voice which threatened to make me pay for my crimes preceded the torture. Sitting upright, I contemplated for a while. My forehead littered with drops of sweat as I continued to wonder.A man like me has many enemies. I've made enemies over the years that I can barely keep count of—most of which are dead. I found my feet when I heard the scream a second time. This isn't a dream anymore. This must be real and I recognized the voice.But what the hell happened this time?And I'm about to find out when I dashed to the elevators. I didn't even realize I got down naked except the pair of pants hanging from my waist. And I only became aware of this when I saw the eyes staring at me. But none of that mattered when I saw her hol
Freya’s povAs he explained to me with every tremor and fear in his body, I couldn’t help but admire him. It was evident in his eyes that he cared what I thought, he cared for the light in which I saw him. He tried to repair that reputation for me. He didn’t want me to see him in a bad light, and someone that didn’t mind for what my perception of him was wouldn’t mind how I saw him.. so the fact that he rushed down here, held me and tried to explain showed exactly how much he cared for me.It only proved to me that the mate bond was in full effect and that I wasn’t the only feeling this pull. He appeared so vulnerable and weak for me.“So it was your father’s?” I asked not to completely let him see that his act was getting to me and melting me like a candle wax.“Yes yes,” he affirmed.It was just he and I now in the room, call it intuition or my inner guts but I wasn’t totally buying all that he had today me. Yes it was heart softening, to see the alpha whom everyone addressed as the
Freya’s Pov As those words flew from my mouth, the air around me got chilly and I stood frozen in time, not moving, my mind in a steady frenzy.The room fell silent, so quiet that anyone would mistake it for a graveyard. The atmosphere was portentous and I began wishing at the last minute that I had shut up.My back was still to him, the grey shirt firmly held in my hands. Holding tightly to it like it would take me back in time to undo the words that I had said.He was quiet, I was equally silent, the only sound being his breathing and my erratic beating heart. I turned slowly to him.Fear had of course engulfed me like a fog, but nonetheless, the need to look him in the face would satiate me and at least, reduce the terror in me.He didn’t say anything, I wished he would say something, a word perhaps. Even a facial expression would heavily be needed but he was emotionless and stoic which only increased my worry.What was I thinking? Freya!!This was as a result of fear, why did I b
Freya’s povRunning into the hard string surface, it sent me back. I yelped as I lost my balance and was going butt down on the ground. Just as I was about to make contact with the floor two large arms had their arms around me, catching me just in time.My hands by reflex went up and were wrapped around my savior's neck. He balanced me and I gazed into his gold coloured eyes.I saw where his infatuation or should I say his obsession for gold came from. Even his were good and they were pretty.But before I started drooling and dreaming about his looks, it wasn’t time for that.His hold was posited on me and so was his gaze. Eluding a quizzical feature, probably wondering why I was running in the hallway like someone that was being chased by a ghost.Yes I was being chased, but I never saw the face of my follower nor did I get a glimpse of his silhouette. All I heard were footsteps and I was already on my heels.Horror movies had portrayed a lot of foolish characters that I would fall v
Freya’s Pov I took her in one final time, my eyes roaming her body like a security camera. She was emitting a negative energy and directly gave off the vibe of Evelyn.“I’ll wait for you. You should wash up because you look like a mess, then we can head out to the mall,” she told me sweetly.My eyes bulged and my mouth fell open as I gaped at her. This was how I reacted within myself while discreetly cursing for making such quick and rash judgment of her.Her attributes were not sitting well with me. I’ve never been wrong before about a person's character. It was not like I had made many judgments on people in the past but I was always right when it came to Evelyn.Deep down my heart was tugging at me to believe that she was a nice sweet girl just like her voice but I strongly agreed otherwise.Her character was off and she looked like she rolled her eyes and grumbled when she was assigned the assignment.I don’t believe it. For all I knew she could be a sly. A snake. She was playing
Freya’s Pov We arrived at the mall and I was surprised that I was still in one piece. No bone broken, no injuries and no one was reported, ‘anyone’ would have been me though.Halfway into the mall I recalled something very important. Credit card. How were we going to pay for the stuff?Noticing that I stopped halfway, Racheal turned to me and gave me the look of ‘why did you stop?’“We don’t have a credit card, how are we going to pay?” At my question she let out a hysterical laugh.“You did not think of this at home!” She almost yelled.Her reaction got me panicking. I totally forgot and since Artemis was in a bad mood, I didn’t dare mutter up the courage to ask. Now we had to return without shopping.A wave of disappointment crashed into me. Why was I always so careless and always never paid attention to the little things that matters.All of a sudden she let out a shrieking sound that instantly snapped my head to her direction. She was laughing hard, stomping her foot and at the s
Freya’s Pov I was back at home in the pack house. Just as I walked in, Artemis followed immediately after me. His steps were fastened, they abruptly came to halt at my presence.“Freya,” he called and I moved to him.He pulled me for a hug and I blushed. My hands came up behind his broad back and went around him.“You’ve missed me,” he stated in a matter of fact tone. What a cocky wolf, like he didn’t miss me also.I tilted my face up and peeped at him through my lashes, “well I did and I’m not afraid to own it like some people,” referring to him.He smirked, “who said I didn’t miss you,” I blushed and hid my face in shame. His direct compliment always took me off guard.“How was shopping?” He asked, letting free from his grasp but not completely only so that he could look at my face.“It was awesome, I enjoyed it. But I did not get everything, I was planning on doing that later,” I left out the part where Racheal panicked and where I also thought that I might be followed.“So…,” I
Freya’s Pov “I’m going to go,” Racheal said almost in a whisper, stumbling like a headless chicken as she saw herself out. Ignoring my question.For the main time I’m graced with the presence of after showered Artemis. His hair was still dripping wet and a towel was wrapped on his neck. His damped hair was dishevelled on his face, his shirt loose giving him a boyish look.He tilted his body a little to the left as Racheal passed. He smirked and closed the door. His smirk slowly broke into a mischievous grin as he approached me.When he got to where I stood, my brain was already a cloud of fog. He used one hand and pulled me close to his strong hard muscles. Years of hard work. His hand was around my waist in no time. My body, the lower part, my stomach and abdomen made contact with his chest. We were in a position so that my upper body was a few inches away from him as a result of his sudden action which left me startled and speechless. My face looked shocked.When I had relaxed, an