Twenty*Rafe* Four days had passed and I hadn't spoken or even looked at her. Even now as she was sitting across the table directly in front of me, I tried to avoid glancing her way, but it was too hard. I found myself unconsciously studying the little things about her. Like the way her eyes creased when she smiled at something the other lady, Addy or whatever her name was said to her. How her hair framed her perfect heart shaped face and how her red lips looked swollen enough to know that she'd been recently kissed to oblivion. I groaned and glanced down at the tightness in my breeches. I couldn't keep going on like this. What I needed was to get her out of my system. Suddenly, she lifted her head and our eyes met in a tense clash. In that moment, it felt like time stood still. It was just the two of us sitting at the table, locked in a silent battle of wills. I strained to read her expression, but it was as blank as a fresh sheet of paper. There was something different about
Twenty OneI sat curled up on the window seat in my chambers, gazing outside but not really seeing anything. I had told Aramatha I needed to prepare myself to meet my parents since she said announced that they were here at the castle. I didn't want to face them even though I knew it was inevitable. So I waited in my room while the other ladies spoke to their parents one by one, hoping I'll be the last one. As I stared at the backyard, My mind was lost in painful memories of my step mother treating me like the worst thing to ever exist. How she had turned my father who had loved me so much against me. I smiled bitterly, my mind flashing back to that awful day when I was fourteen.I had been sitting on the front steps, chatting with the neighbor boy Jake about a school project we were partnering on. It was all perfectly innocent. But then my stepmother had stormed outside."Freya! What do you think you're doing?" she screeched, grabbing my arm and wrenching me to my feet. "Throwing yo
Twenty two I opened my eyes and blinked, trying to focus in the murky darkness that engulfed me. A thick fog swirled around my body like ghostly tendrils, its iciness sending shivers down my spine. The air was unnaturally still and silent, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Not a single sound reached my ears--no chirping of birds, no whisper of wind, no signs of life at all. A deep, primal terror seized my heart as I realized I was utterly alone in this nightmarish place. Where the hell am I? "Hello?" I called out, my voice sounding small and feeble against the suffocating silence. "Is anyone there?" Only the echo of my own words came back to me, mocking and hollow. I wrapped my arms around myself, fingers digging into the fabric of my nightgown. Where was I? How did I get here? My mind raced as I tried to recall what happened before I woke up in this hellish landscape. I remembered storming off to my chambers after that terrible fight with my stepmother. Hot, angr
Twenty three We started at each other quietly, the air cracking with so much tension that I could taste it. His face stopped just inches off mine. I could feel his minty breath on my face and this filled my belly with way too much excitement than it should have. Then suddenly, as if we both woke up from our drunken state, we pulled away at the same time. I tried to clear my throat, hoping my disappointment did not show on my face. The air between us crackled with tension as Rafe's piercing blue eyes bore into mine, his jaw clenched tight. My breath caught in my throat. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his muscular form. Part of me wanted to close the distance between us, to press my lips against his and finally give in to the desire that had been building since the moment we met. But I couldn't. Not when the other girls in the palace would gladly take my place. Girls who were vying to be his breeder so they could be his chosen Luna and queen. I didn't thi
Twenty Four*Rafe* "So what is your decision?" Rafael asked. We were taking our usual morning strolls along the halls. "Decision on what?" "The rituals. It requires you to bed one of the contestants. You have to pick one of them before nightfall. I think that... Jessica or the other lady, Aurora I think her name is, will be the best option for you." I thought about Rafael's words. He was right. I needed to bed one of them and merge their blood with mine before the rituals began. That was the only way the goddess would accept it. If I ended up not picking anyone, the rituals would be a waste of time and the sources of our powers would be weakened. Or so my forefathers claimed. I didn't really believe in all these anyway. "So," Rafael continued as he noticed I was still thinking about it. "Which one of them are you picking? Jessica or Aurora?" I went silent. I knew deep down that I didn't want any of them. The one I wanted was Freya. She was constantly in my mind. I co
Twenty Five*Freya*The ball was about to begin. I sighed as my maids hurried back and forth around me. Anxiety rose up within me as they pushed me to the front of my large mirror. I stared at my reflection. The whalebone corset clinched tighter around my ribcage as Grace laced up the back. I sipped in a shallow breath, steadying myself against the bedpost. The silk of my ballgown flowed like liquid moonlight, cascading in shimmering waves to the floor. Silver thread glimmered in beautiful floral patterns across the bodice. "You look like a vision, my lady," My other maid, Clara said as she pinned my dark curls into an elegant bun. I gazed at my reflection in the full length mirror, marveling at the mesmerizing beauty of the dress. And yet, as exquisite as it was, each shallow breath reminded me of how impossibly tight it was. And I was supposed to be in this cage all night? Beauty is pain, Grace would say. Flo packed up my gowns so I could fit my feet into the pretty pink heels
Twenty six *Freya* "I've been thinking about you for a while." I whispered to Connor as we danced across the floor, along with a couple of other ladies and gents. "Is that so?" He raised his eyebrows, a mischievous smile on his boyish handsome face. I couldn't help but smile back at him. I had missed him.Connor spun me around the dance floor, a wide grin on his face as we moved to the pulsing beat. "You look stunning tonight," he said, eyes twinkling. "That dress is perfect on you."I managed a smile back at him, trying to focus on our dance and conversation. But somehow, I could feel Rafe's piercing gaze boring into me from across the room. Before I could stop myself, I stole a glance in his direction. The Alpha was leaning against the bar, arms crossed over his muscular chest. His chiseled jaw was clenched tight and stormy grey eyes narrowed as they flicked between Connor and me. If looks could kill, Connor would be a pile of ashes on the floor.I quickly averted my gaz
Twenty seven *Freya* I woke up feeling so much pains all over my body. Every single part of my body hurt so bad. My mind tried to recall what had transpired last night at the ball but it was blank. I couldnt think past the blinding pain on my side. I was shot last night? Oh my God… the memories flooded back. The elegant ballroom, filled with swirling dancers and dazzling chandeliers, now seemed like a distant dream. The sound of gunshots echoing through the air, the panicked screams of the guests, and the feeling of a searing pain in my side were all too real. Addy's worried face swam into focus as I tried to sit up against the plush pillows. "Hey, hey, you're banged up pretty bad, don't try to strain yourself right now, sweetheart" The sharp pain shot through me like a bolt of lightning, causing me to gasp and fall back onto the bed. Addy's eyes were filled with concern as she gently pushed me back down."How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing. "Thank God