Freya's POV"How does it feel?" I found it quite funny that I was actually curious.To see me.To be you right now.To be the one being beaten and bruised like a common slave.To see me seeing you like this.To be broken on the inside.To long for death desperately.I wasn't sure which strange mix of emotions mingled in my chest as I looked at the battered face of the man the Beta that the Moon Mother made the horrible mistake of giving me as a father.Satisfaction, tiredness, sadness, pity, fear?Maybe.Whatever it was, peace was definitely not a part of these feelings. I realized this with a frustration I didn't think I had the strength to feel. It was almost comical.But most of all, I felt a dull, pulsing rage spreading sharp shards of ice through my veins.Jaws clenched, I let my eyes roam the black, bare walls of this dungeon I didn't know till today that it existed.My feet itched to run away from here but I sat on the chair in front of him instead."Fancy seeing you here, Beta
Beta Darius's POVIf the guards and royal attendees found it strange that their Lycan king's right hand and second-in-command with his sister were scurrying about like greased pigs on a scorching hot day into the throne room a few minutes to midnight, no one dared to show it.There was nothing that could be done about that. It was either this humiliation or brutal death.As evidenced from the barely concealed laughter from my lesser subjects, it was clear that we picked humiliation.Death wasn't an option. At least not yet.Not until the "Lycan King of Adivaine" was dead and left with no one to bury his body. Then I might consider dying after I've ruled Adivaine to my satisfaction.Alexia huffed and panted, "I'm just playing along with this, Darius. Later, you must tell me what made you think that there is another Freya that was created to kill us."I chortled mirthlessly. She always seemed to forget that I was a Lycan.I also had dark magic.The muscled guards at the entrance to the
Freya's POV"I'm not fucking perfect, Maria! Stop this madness this instant.""You are so dead, Jasper." A female snarled like a wounded beast.There was a cacophony of noises in the room. Plates clanged and crashed along with furniture while some baby's cry assaulted my ears from somewhere in the background.Little pups buzzed around like flies with paper kites in their hands.This place was nothing short of a madhouse."What the fuck is –" I ducked just in time as a broken chair leg soared through the air like a missile, inches from my face. I stared at it in wide-eyed shock as it whizzed past my head and crashed into the wall behind me."What the actual fuck is going on here?" I screamed uselessly into the air as my voice was drowned out by the ear splitting noise coming from…from everywhere."Freya--ahem. I mean, my queen!" The kindly old healer bowed her already bent back deeply upon seeing me."No no. Stand up. That's my first command to you as your queen. You'll hurt your waist
Alpha Zane's POV I sensed her before I saw her. The sound of her heels, the soft rustle of fabric against skin, the discreet smell of her cinnamon perfume mixed with her familiar, heady scent serenading the room so strongly that my body moved of its own accord and turned around to face her. Moonlight spilled through the drawn curtains and splashed liquid silver across her pale skin. She looked like a goddess. She let out a soft laugh, "I knew I'd find you here." My voice was low. Devious. "I knew you would come here." We weren't in my personal chambers. We were in her own chambers. She had slipped a sly hint yesterday night that we should continue what we started back in her own chambers after we were very frustratingly interrupted by Odelia knocking the door urgently that my presence was immediately needed in – of all the fucking places in the damned castle – the kitchen. "We will do this on my own terms next time." She breathed into my ear before I regretfully unwound her arm
Alpha Zane's POV "Get me a full list of their names," I half-groaned, half-declared, exhaustion from the day's activities getting to me. My messenger scurried off to get that done. A throbbing headache clamped down on my forehead, pounding away like a hammer as it blurred the edges of my vision. This matter of uncovering the witch who sealed that death threat package was taking its toll on me and as much as I tried not to show it, I was cracking beneath the surface. I called a servant standing wait at the foot of my throne. "Send for my queen." He nodded sharply, "Yes, your highness." and scampered off. Freya was my only beacon of light in the darkness, my solace. Without her, the abyss within me yawned open, its maw hungering for my soul. Her presence was a balm that thawed my frozen heart, infusing it with warmth and some semblance of happiness. Even when she was not near, I clung hopelessly to the simple memory of her smile and how her eyes crinkled when she was excited, h
The night descended quickly. The sky above was dark and moonless, clear and quiet, a perfect contrast to the mayhem that reigned supreme in the Lycan king, Alpha Zane's castle. The night was shattered by the sound of howling and snarling. The Lycan King's castle was under a bitter siege by a horde of rogue werewolves led by Beta Darius. Warrick's eyes glowed blood-red with a quiet, feral fury as he surveyed the chaos all around him, almost looking disappointed. "All rogues." He noted dryly, sounding bored. These things flailed about like newborns in the name of …fighting. This was such a sad case of fighting a losing war it was almost ridiculous that he had to come out himself to tear those lousy idiots down. They gyrated and danced about raising and wielding weapons with inexperienced fingers while his soldiers hacked them down. Motherfuckers couldn't even try to make a worthy opponent. But he wasn't here to kill them, not particularly, no…. at least, according to Zane's plan.
Freya's POVIt was his hands I saw first; holding mine softly but firmly.My free hand flew to my stomach first, to be sure that I had not lost my baby. I felt disoriented and groggy, and I squinted as the bright light of the morning lanced through my sensitive eyes into my brain."Freya." Zane's rough velvet voice held a note of well hidden worry. Not so hidden to me though, since I could detect it.Stark relief washed away his usual mask of composure, baring his inner turmoil plain for me to see.He saw that my hand still clutched my stomach, worry creeping back into his features. "Do you feel pain there?"I started to say something to him but all that came out was warm air."You won't be able to use your voice for now." He sounded cautious like he didn't want to say what was really on his mind just yet.I just almost blurted out to him that I was pregnant and asked if the healer had seen any bleeding.I was instantly thankful that my voice had fled from me. I didn't want to tell hi
Freya's POV "What a ... cautiously creative way to wake me up, mate, entering into my mind to weave a very realistic looking or should I say realistic feeling dream." I muttered, yawning and stretching as I sat up. It only felt like I had just woken up from a brief nap. "Not so realistic since you caught onto it and found a way to wake yourself up." He countered, a note of wryness slipping into his tone. I fought the instinctual urge to touch my belly, feeling for the baby I secretly hoped was still there. "Hm. That's weird," I noted. "What's weird?" He asked. "It only feels like I had just woken up from a light sleep." "It would feel like that." "You exaggerated all that grogginess in my dream, Zane." "Maybe a little. But your mind did a lot of the work. Dreams can appear bigger than reality." To that I nodded, strongly relating with that last statement on a deep level. I snuggled up against him, sniffing in his familiar, heady scent as I let myself drown in his homely, ca