*FREYA* I decided that letting Camille get to me would probably be the biggest trap I'd ever fall into since she obviously did all this to bug me. I waited in the bathroom while Hazel helped me get a couple of maids to clean the mess in my room. I was beyond angry, now I don't only have to put up with Morgana but her niece as well! Can my life get anymore....drastic?After the whole cleaning process was done, I stepped into the room to see Hazel had selected another dress for me, it was another purple dress but the first one was prettier and sexier. I took it from her forcing a smile on my face, once again I resist the urge to march down the hall and give Camille a piece of my mind, I have never been that good at controlling my anger that much."Don't speak a word about this to anyone, she's nothing but a brat. Once she figures out I don't have time to entertain her, she will stop" I instructed turning around to look at the full length mirror by my closet."As you wish milady" We bot
*FREYA* I changed into another purple dress still feeling all flustered from the quick sex in the shower with Jet, I was so bent on wearing a purple dress today that I wasn't going to settle for anything else. With a lot of help from Hazel who didn't bother asking questions on why I was wearing another dress, she helped me style my hair and taking my mask along, I left the room to join the party happening downstairs.I stood at the stairs balcony looking down below, I glance around nervously having no idea that a lot of people would be present, I had originally planned a small party in mind even though I had no idea how to go about it and when Claire had mentioned inviting a few nobles, I didn't know few meant this many. I was still gawking at the crowd when I felt a presence beside me, I saw Kale from the corner of my eye."Where is your escort?" He asked, putting on his own mask. "Escort?" I echoed with a puzzled look on my face."I believe the modern term for that is a date" He a
*FREYA* I slammed the door angrily behind me as I had left the party a few minutes ago, I was angry but not that Morgana in the slightest, when the door opened and shut behind me I spun around to glare at Jet as he walked in. I paused waiting for him to start talking but no words seems to come out of him."I want to know everything, everything Morgana was talking about and if you lie to me Jet, I swear I will never forgive you" I threatened, it was a threat that I actually meant at that moment. I was sick and tired of all the hiding they have been doing, Morgana humiliated me back there and I could barely utter any word to defend myself."Is that not a bit extreme?" He chuckled raising one eyebrow at me, seeing that I wasn't half amused by his attempt at a joke, his expression turned serious and I brace myself. "What do you want to know?" He questioned."Everything" I answered without hesitation. "I want to know every detail, every little detail" I added pinning him with a stare that
*FREYA* Jet managed to handle the situation like he said he would but with each passing day, I get eaten alive with guilt. The most frustrating part, is that there is nothing I can do about the situation, even the servants around whisper behind my back thinking I couldn't hear them. At least they were trying to hide their hatred for me, as if dealing with all that wasn't enough, Camille decided to be part of my problems too.I had just finished getting dressed that morning when Claire strode into my room, Jet has been busy trying to figure out where the councils would strike next, Hunter is out looking for Duncan and his men. It's been wild and busy around here lately, it was also the first time I was seeing her in a few days."Is Camille still bothering you?" She asked as if reading my mind."I have decided to just ignore her, I'm still trying to get myself out of the mess Morgana had shoved me in. I feel so guilty" I admitted, it was the first time I'd ever admitted that out loud.
*FREYA* Jet did take my mind off it for a few hours as he promised but after everything was done, I lay down with my limbs exhausted from sex. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened with the women back in town and more puzzling, I was trying to come in terms with the kind of man my father turned out to be.Dinner was approaching and I knew Hazel would be here at any moment to help me get dressed for dinner, Jet already left few minutes ago leaving me alone with my thoughts. I had tried stopping myself from thinking about it all since I knew he was likely listening to my thoughts, I was glad when he later left.As if on cue, there was a knock on the door and a second later, Hazel strode in with a smile on her face. I stare curiously at her as she approached me, probably sensing I was staring at her, she glance up."Shall I have dinner brought to your room? Lady Morgana has been released from the house arrest she was placed on after Camille pleaded her case with Alpha. She shall
*FREYA* Deep in my gut I knew Morgana was playing some kind of twisted game with me, I mean why would she blackmail and threatened me not to speak a word to Jet about her plan then goes ahead to tell him but left a few details behind? The scariest part could be the fact that I might be working into a trap if I'm not careful. As I made to leave the room, Jet stood in front of me stopping me from leaving.Even if I tried, I wasn't mad at him for claiming me, I was mad because he only did it out of fear of losing me. He didn't even give me a choice, I opened my mouth to say something to him but it turned into a muffled sound as his mouth covered mine in a kiss that had me melting into him immediately. I wrapped my arms around his waist, moaning into the kiss while he nibble at my lower lips. "I acted without control" He murmured after we pulled apart from the kiss, with Hus forehead pressing against mine, his hand reached up to cup my face. "But I do not regret ever claiming you as min
*FREYA* "Mom?" I repeated but once again no sound could be heard from the other end of the line, for a moment I thought someone was playing a prank on me but then I knew that voice so well and deep down I knew it belong to my mom. What the hell is going on? How did she contact me? The first day I was brought here, I remember trying Jake's phone number but it never went through. I slowly drop the telephone trying to process what just happened.I sat there for a long time still staring at the phone and hoping the caller calls back but no call came through and I was forced to leave. I wondered if I should tell Jet what happened but then I wasn't sure of anything, it could be my mind playing tricks on me. I let out a frustrated groan into my pillow, I glance towards the entrance when the door opened and Jet strode into the room. I hurried over to him, the first thing I checked was his stomach, as Claire assured me earlier, it had healed with no sign of a stab wound. "You were stabbed" I
*FREYA* "Good to see you Emma" His words echo in my head yet again, I couldn't believe Jake was standing in front of me. I never thought about seeing him again especially not this soon, I glance at Claire who doesn't seem to hide the fact that she wasn't pleased to see him. Recalling the incident upstairs I knew something must have happened to Jet so I decided to take a different approach. "How did you get here Jake" I asked staring at him and hoping I would be able to see a glimpse of the man I once knew in him but he looked very different, his expression cold and unreadable. "Does it matter how I got here? The important thing is I'm here to take you home" He stepped closer to me coursing me to fearfully back away from him.I ignored what he said. "What have you done to Jet? I hope you haven't hurt anyone" I pleaded but knowing how much the two men hate each other, there is no way one of them wouldn't get hurt. Since it's Jet in this case, I hope he hadn't hurt him that bad. Unex