Alpha Zane's POV Freya. She was back. She was alive. She was safe. The last part I swore to myself on the lives of all the werewolves in Adivaine. Living and dead. Something dark and icy was wedged deep in my lungs when I pictured the memory of her that night for the millionth time. The blood that spread through her eyes like veins, the purple and black that marred her porcelain skin, blood seeping from parts where deep angry gashes marked her body: more terrible was the one on her shoulder, the dried lumps of blood in her fingers, the sand and glass matted in her silver hair. Had she not screamed as loud as she did, had I been even a minute late, Freya would have been gone. Her life wasted, her light snuffed out, just like that. She would have been dead. My vision tunnelled as my claws grew into my clenched fists, drawing blood. There was no point in reassuring myself that she was back and she was alive, that would not work. I knew that I would only have peace if everyone
Freya's POV I found myself thinking about that night for the umpteenth time. Her words. "Even like this, you're still one lousy attention seeker." I was back there. In the courtyard. Running. It was empty and silent except for the tap tap of my bare feet slapping against the damp cobblestones of the courtyard as I ran with all my might. The wind whipped through my hair, but I couldn't tell if it was the wind or my own breath that was making my scalp prickle. I could hear the sound of my own cries, but it sounded like someone else's voice, echoing in an endless abyss. My shallow breaths grew louder, heavier, faster with each passing second and crescendoed until — Silence. An infernal, ear-splitting silence. The quiet in the courtyard gradually morphed into something thick and ominous, and was suddenly interrupted by slow, light, almost imperceptible footfalls from behind me. Her phantom breath brushed against my neck, crawling beneath my skin. "You are one scared little bitch,
Alpha Zane's POV Freya's mark on my neck burned with such raw intensity it forced me up on my feet and out of my study where I plotted the next devastating move in ridding myself of this curse. I got to her chambers and forgetting that I could have just asked her maid who might have known where she was about her whereabouts, I traced her scent from the room. I sniffed like a hunting dog till I got to the foot of the winding staircase that led up to the watchtower. Her mark stung with higher urgency and I whizzed up the stairs. In no time, I made it to the entrance of the watchtower. My gaze found her. There she was. She was standing still and stately, staring serenely at me, like she waited for me to come to her. She looked breathtaking in that beautiful green dress. She looked fine, exquisite even, so why did our mate bond stretch so taut that it caused her mark to call me that urgently. Something had to be wrong. I wondered if she had seen Alexia yet. Looking at her poured i
Freya's POV His lips were forceful and hungry. One would expect that he would go softly on me due to all I had gone through that day. But he didn't. And I was grateful for that. He was making good on his promise to make me forget about the day. He invaded my entirety, his mouth claiming every bit of exposed skin he could find. "Zane…" I moaned out his name as his long, bloody red tongue found my shoulder. His mark. His long, slender taloned index finger pressed against my lips. "Shh." his rumble sent delicious tingles down my spine. How I loved it when Warrick spoke. He stopped moving abruptly and I opened my eyes in disappointment. Up until a few seconds ago, they were closed in delirious bliss. I flicked a soap bubble in his face. He looked ridiculous. "Why?" I asked simply, my voice coarse with desire. He leaned in close, his breath tickling my ear, and murmured my name in that low, delicious voice. "Freya." It was like he was casting a spell on me, and my name was his w
Freya's POV“I’m going to fuck you like this tight little pussy is mine. Because it is, Freya. Every part of you is," he purred like a feline, his cock teasing the lips of my pussy back and forth.Damn right I am.A whimper clawed up my throat as my body lit beneath his erotic ministrations.My arms were clutching his neck. Saying that I was doing so for support would be too mild a response.I was clinging unto him for dear life.My arms were locked tight around him like a vice because I knew that if I let go or even loosened my grip, I would be romancing death. Which I already was, technically.Zane was life's naturally occurring embodiment of death.My legs should normally be wrapped around his waist as my arms were on his neck but my indomitable sex legend of a mate had other plans.Those other plans involved his arms hooking under my knees and pulling up to his midriff, while my legs dangled at his sides. This gave him such a premium angle to my pussy that my wetness already drool
Alpha Zane's POV "You have been standing here?" I asked Krayne whose head was bowed to me at the door. "I apologize, your highness." He bowed even deeper, his head so low that his chin almost touched his chest. "Stand upright, Krayne. I do not care so much for those formalities." My footsteps echoed softly down the hallway as I walked to the staircase. "I got—" "Shh," I hushed him, putting a finger to my lip and pointing at the door I just walked out of. "She's asleep," I spelled it out for him. "Oh oh yes." He made a sad attempt at whispering since he was only really used to yelling orders and barking out instructions. "How long?" I needed to clarify something. His head jerked down sharply, probably because he was recalling what must have been a traumatic experience for his ears. Or he was thinking of a diplomatic lie to tell me. Maybe both. "Long enough, your highness." He chose to say the truth. Not a bad choice. I would have snapped his neck if he had lied. "I see." My
Alpha Zane's POVAdalia treasured weighty, sagely aphorisms. One of her favorites was, "One who hesitates is lost". It was as simple as it sounded, at least to her. It was her belief that hesitation destroyed progress. It was just common sense.But as they say, Common sense is not common.These were her last words to me. One who hesitates is lost.A hundred years later I found myself thinking about this particular saying again. And it was only then that I began to quite understand why she loved that statement. Or maybe I had just found a new meaning to it.One who hesitates is lost could also mean that one who finds himself lost should not be in a rush to make a move but lean back, hesitate, to figure out the next step.This was something I never did. In fact, I hated doing it.I, personally, never believed in using weapons to kill. I preferred a more direct, hands-on experience. I was a monster by design so I did not care much for using swords and knives to do what my claws and fang
Freya's POV My eyelids fluttered open, heavy with the lingering effects of the drug that had been pressed into my nose the night before with a handkerchief. My surroundings looked like my eyes were still closed. The room was a blur of darkness, and my ears were filled with a strange, almost imperceptible droning noise like the distant hum of a hive. I tried to make sense of my surroundings, but my mind was still foggy. "Ugh." I groaned as my hand touched something mushy and sticky beside me while I tried to get up from my lying position. Startled, I jerked upright, my brain reeling as I slammed my head on something hard behind me. "The fuck is this?" "Food. And you ruined it. Took me a great deal of time and effort to prepare." A lilting, crisply accented voice muttered, a faint edge of annoyance evident in her tone. The hairs on the back of my neck rose upon hearing her voice. I crouched immediately, ready to shift if need be. "Who are you?" My hypertuned senses would normally