41. Freya

This is not a good time to find out I am totally full of shit. I’m not the brave, daring Freya who can kill her own mate. I’m not my mother fearlessly taking on anyone who might dare cause her trouble.

“Prove it,” he had growled. Prove I love him by accepting whatever degrading plan he has for my body. I’m terrified. Shaking, to the very core. I haven’t slept since returning to my room.

Each hour that passes by has me pacing the floor. The awful pink silk dress was immediately discarded, the golden ornaments flung onto the table. My skin itched and burned. The image of the poor Beta being murdered, purely for hearing a vulnerability in his Alpha was just further proof that the man I considered my soulmate was long gone.

What remains? Merely a husk of a man, driven by his purple-eyed wolf to commit atrocities in the name of obsession. /There is still a chance for Asgard to save us yet. To talk to Phillipe/ Livi murmurs but her words are hollow.

The only way to bring down my heartbea