Silas POV:Another boring school day. I toss my textbooks into my locker, slamming it shut. Elena stands right by my side, tapping away on the screen of her phone. She’s been more clingy than usual these days and it’s starting to get on my nerves. Sadly, there's only little I could do or say. Betrothed wolves were meant to be seen together always; something about demonstrating the closeness of their bond. A good Alpha is nothing without a Luna, so the saying went.Then again, wolves only felt a strong connection with their mates and even in the rare cases of betrothal, there was meant to be a form of partnership, yet I felt an aftertaste of repulsion having Elena around, hovering about everything I do. I feel no solace in being hers, instead someone else plagues my thoughts every waking moment.It’s like my mind’s been drugged and I can’t think straight anymore.Freya, that damn Freya. Annoying, witty, with a peculiar allure to her. I want her, my wolf wants her but I can’t say if i
FREYA'S POV:The whole cafeteria scene plagues my mind endlessly, ruining every mental wall I had painstakingly built around thoughts of Silas. Just when I was getting the hang of it, accepting what was to be my new life, he walks in and chucks it all in turmoil and leaves.I know it’s impossible, incomprehensive, but I wonder if there's some sincerity in him. If possibly, my absence confused and left a little discomfort in his mind just as it had me. Then maybe he's actually into me.It isn’t something I should be pleased with. He’s with someone already and I still needed to steer clear, yet the possibilities please my heart just a bit.The next day seems less dull and even more promising than typical. Is it because Xena would be returning or something else? Who knows?“Hey.”I close my locker turning to Adam. He gives his normal charming smile, made to break hearts, and winks at me. I roll my eyes at his antics but offer a smile nevertheless. It’s weird how we’ve sort of grown a bi
FREYA'S POV:I took hours washing out the taste from my mouth, traumatized by the experience — the smell, the chunky texture, the painfully tight grip that held me in place. I couldn’t break free no matter how I struggled and the memories were haunting and filled me with hatred.My weakness becomes painfully obvious to me every day and I can’t help but hate it so much. If I had been truly born as something better than an Omega, I would have been strong enough to push her down… and hurt her. I’m standing in the girl’s toilet in front of the large mirrors. I look up at myself — eyes red, my shoulders shivering not from the cold, totally embarrassed. I make a promise not to take any more shit from her.Evening came quickly for which I am grateful. Xena was since back from home, placing some of her new things in place as I walk in with my luggage. I attempt to roll my huge bag across the room with much struggle but she quickly moves to me, taking the bag with so much ease like it weighs
FREYA'S POV: “Elena freaking planned this,” I scream in a hushed tone to Xena. She stares into space deep in thoughts while I panic like a crazy person right beside her.“What am I going to do? This is obviously some trap. How am I going to win against her?”She’s definitely going to rearrange my face if I try. I hyperventilate, feeling anxiety take over me quickly.“Calm down, Freya, you're going to kill this.” Her focus is back on me and she’s rooting for me. “Go show her who's boss.”I gulp down the tight ball in my throat and slowly approach the center. The crowd’s mumbling is incessant and all eyes are on me and my opponent now.She smirks like the witch she is, cracking her knuckles. I say my final prayer and look at Xena one last time before my end. She winks at me with a thumbs-up, her conviction is sure that I am going to emerge victorious. Mine isn’t.The gong rings as we enter our stance. She flexes her shoulders first, walking round in circles and I follow her lead, mos
FREYA'S POV:“You okay?”Her voice breaks into my raging thoughts and I’m startled, jumping right in my seat.I look up, noticing Xena for the first time with a worried look in her eyes. I look round at the empty seats around and turn behind me. He’s also not in class too — Silas.“Where’s everyone?”“Freya, class ended 5 minutes ago. Everyone’s at the cafeteria.”“Oh.” I realize half of my day has passed in a haze.“What’s up with you? You’ve been like this since this morning.”I say nothing. After I had woken up from that dream, I feel literally chills down my spine. Unable to sleep, I'd stared at the ceiling till the sun was out and just haven't felt up for anything since then. My hairs stand up at the back of my neck like I can sense something isn’t right.“I’m fine, just a little tired. Couldn’t sleep last night.” I rub my tired eyes and yawn, rising from my desk. Xena watches me like she doesn’t want to believe my bullshit story and wants to pry further. But she sighs, giving i
FREYA'S POV:I’m extremely pissed as I storm away from them, tossing what’s left of my meal in the nearby trash can and walking out of the cafeteria. There are still a few minutes of lunchtime, so the hallway is barely filled with students.I’m fed up with Elena and that high horse she’s always sitting on that makes her think it’s okay to talk shit about anyone because she could. And then there's Silas, sitting there and watching his bitch girlfriend talk shit about me a few minutes after asking me out on some stupid date. It’s like everyone is crazy and on some drug and I’m the only sane she-wolf walking around.I can’t imagine why such toxicity is even allowed to exist.I don’t have a destination, so I just walk to let some steam out of my system whilst having half the mind to turn Silas down later. Stay away, Xena had warned from the very beginning. Damn right, I will.I’m already thinking up some excuse to bail when I briefly feel a chilling breeze pass by me, which is strange as
FREYA'S POV:After hours of battling with my curls with various detangling instruments, we’re finally able to get a sleek bun and curled edges. Xena places a butterfly hairpin as a final touch and falls back onto her bed, sighing from exhaustion.“Finally.” She exhalesI take a look at the finished results. It's giving everything I need and more. On my face is a very mild undertoned makeup that enhances my milky skin and then cherry pink lip tint with a glossy finish. I’m impressed by how good I look.“Wow, you really outdid yourself today, Xena. I look great.”“I simply brought out what was already there.”I roll my eyes at her classic cheesy comment, standing up to put a few finishing touches to my outfit. It’s a dark brown mini dress that clings to my shape, paired with a black leather jacket just in case it's cold outside.I slide on my black heeled boots and I’m ready to go.“You sure you want to go on this date?”Xena starts again with her second-guessing my date with Silas. It
FREYA'S POV: Curse Silas and his stupid excuse of a date and that damn Wizard for making me go through all this shit… but damn, I’m really royally fucked at this point, aren’t I?Mentally, I take everything I had said in the heat of my anger back. Silas is an annoying prick, but he isn’t worth more than my life and that of my family.I sigh, slapping the heel of my palm against my forehead. Getting close to a guy isn’t supposed to be this hard, is it? Or maybe he is just a special case?Every time I give him an inch of a chance, he fucks it up with his huge-ass ego, but I can’t let him fuck this up for me again.The words had already been said seconds ago as I make my way to the exit. I want to turn back and maybe laugh it all off as a joke, probably overlook the fact that this place might just be crawling with exes from his past but my pride won’t let me. I groan at the already ruined date.Ugh, this is all his fault.I’m halfway there when someone bumps into me, splashing a cup of