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
Twenty Eight*Rafe*I gazed down at Freya's sleeping form, her dark lashes fluttering against porcelain cheeks flushed with the soft pink of slumber. Silky strands of brown hair fanned out across the pillow, framing her delicate features - full rosebud lips, an elegant slope of nose. She looked so innocent, so ethereally beautiful in repose. Like an angel gracing my chambers. I couldn't deny that her beauty was one of the things that attracted to her. My fists clenched at my sides as I recalled the shock and blinding rage that consumed me when the guard had delivered the devastating news mere hours ago. Freya had been shot by an assassin's poisoned bullet during the grand ball. I saw red. I saw nothing but vengeance.The moment I found Connor, I had slammed him against the wall, my forearm pinning his throat. "You were supposed to protect her!" I snarled, baring my canines. "She could have died on your watch!"Connor sputtered and blanched but I was beyond reason, beyond mercy.
Twenty nine *Rafe*I was busy examining the budget reports for the palace repairs and renovations when the doors to my office flew open with a bang. Freya stormed in, her face flushed with rage. My eyes widened in shock as I noticed the way she held her side where the bullet had pierced her flesh just hours ago."What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, leaping up from my chair. The papers scattered as my hands slammed on the desk. "You're supposed to be resting!"She opened her mouth to retort but swayed unsteadily on her feet. fuck! In two long strides I was at her side, scooping her up into my arms before she could crumple to the floor. Her warm breath tickled my neck as I carried her to my desk and set her down gently on the polished mahogany surface. I planted my hands on either side of her hips, caging her in. She glowered up at me defiantly even as she struggled to catch her breath, no doubt from the exertion of marching down here while still recovering. The urge to shake so
Thirty*Freya* I pulled away from Rafe abruptly as the door swung open, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Rafe's uncle stood in the doorway, his eyebrows raised in surprise as he took in the scene before him. "I hope I am not interrupting anything?" he asked, his tone a mix of confusion and disapproval. He glared at me. My mind raced for an excuse, anything to explain why I had just been kissing the alpha king in his office. "I...I was just here to ask Rafe some questions. About the competition," I stammered out lamely. Rafe let out a low chuckle beside me and I shot him an irritated glare. He was clearly enjoying my discomfort far too much. Rafael frowned, unconvinced. "I see. Well, perhaps it's best if you direct any further questions to the competition committee from now on," he said coolly. "To avoid any...inappropriate appearances." My face flushed even hotter at the implication in his words. I nodded quickly. "Of course. It won't happen again." As Rafael left,
Thirty one*Freya*I was done trying to be a good girl to my step-sister. If she wanted to be bitchy, I would be even more bitchy. Kelly's face contorted with fury, eyes flashing amber. "How dare you, you little--" She lashed out, her hand coming towards my face. But I was faster. I caught her wrist in an iron grip inches from my cheek, my own eyes glowing dark. We stood locked together, trembling with rage, a snarl rumbling in Kelly's throat. For a tense moment I thought she might shift and attack. But slowly, I shoved her hand away."Don't ever try that again," I growled. "Or I'll show you what this fake werewolf can do."Shaking with anger and adrenaline, I spun on my heel and stormed off down the hall. Kelly shouted something after me, ugly and vicious, but I didn't hear it over the pounding of my heart. I knew she was on her way to yell my secret to every living soul.I didn't stop until I reached my room. Slamming the door, I locked it with fumbling hands before slumping back