FREYA’S POV: Working with the group had been surprisingly stress free through the rest of the week with not that much drama as I had expected.Just occasional glares from Elena and Silas, of course mostly keeping to himself and the best part is; we are more than halfway done.For the reason to get over with it once and for all, I stood right before the full length mirror in the room, getting dressed on a Saturday.I settle for an off white long sleeved crop top with a simple sunflower design on the front, light blue shorts and a pair of white converse. I look simple enough… Or is the crop top too much?I fiddle with the ends, feeling a little bit unsure to let part of my belly show because of my weight.Compared to weeks ago, I had gained a considerable amount of flesh. Though I’m still nowhere close to how I was before the incident, and my bruises had long faded. I have reached a level in this journey with my body where I can stare at it for hours and not hate it anymore, feeling

FREYA’S POV: I’ve never been kissed so ravenously before… and I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone so badly to the point where I throw all caution to the wind and drown myself in the desires of my flesh.Because every single inch of my body down to my bones wants to lose itself into him.I let him press his soft lips against mine with an unquenchable hunger just as I glide mine against his as well, matching the intensity and need, licking every inch of his lips with every move.I press my frail body against his hard toned chest, and he makes a growling noise at the back of his throat, pressing me firmly against him.My hands begin flying everywhere, wanting to feel and touch as much as I can, sliding into his shirt. I hear a little ripping sound but ignore it, fighting to feel more of his hot skin against mine.It becomes more than just a primal need to be closer and remove every single barrier between us.He picks me up in a swift motion, and I instinctively wrap my legs tightly around

FREYA’S POV: I run as fast as my legs can take me, which might not be fast enough, with no direction in mind, only letting my subconscious mind guide me.Hot tears that continuously drip out of my eyes blind my vision, and my heart pounds loudly in my ears coupled with my rushed breathing.I continuously tell myself it’s a lie. It has to be one but then, the crushing reality of it squeezes my chest even tighter, restricting air flow.I force myself to breathe, and it feels like sandpaper rubbing against my breathing pipes.Then there’s this sharp sound ringing loudly in my ears and tuning everything out, piercing my brain in the process.“Freya!”A voice calls out to me from behind.I gnash my teeth even harder, putting my strength in my leg muscles to propel me forward faster, not caring about the pressure increasing in my head from limited oxygen.I hear wicked laughter all around me… It’s ominous and echoes in my ears, taunting me.“Freya… please!”Large hands grip onto my shoulde

SILAS’ POV:I couldn’t go after her even if I wanted to, even when I had hurt her so much and constantly. I could only hold her close to my heart and swear on everything that I had changed because of her and that everything I do now is for her safety.All I could do was stand and watch Adam go after her.I am nothing but the powerless prince in this story…unable to pursue the woman he wants because he is bound by a contract with his father.I couldn’t risk being seen chasing her outside the library in an open space.I know all this puts the wheels of regret still spinning faster within me as I finally walk into my room, drenched from the rain’s beatings.I restlessly pace around the room, attempting to contain my urge to find her and beg for forgiveness. She must already be assuming the worst possible things at this point.“Damn it!” I swear out loud.I was too engrossed in dealing with Adam to notice when she had entered the library and started listening in on us. This isn’t what I

FREYA’S POV:My entire day was filled with peering eyes boring holes into me — some with judgment, most with confusion. After all, why would anyone turn down the literal prince of Alphas, especially when he makes such a grand display of affection in front of everyone?If they had gone through half of the traumatic events I had; bullied by his ‘maybe’ girlfriend, kidnapped by his father, manipulated by him and his entire group of friends, then maybe they would understand why there’s nothing Silas Bloodmoon will ever do that would make me forgive him.With the frustration of everything and everyone, I stomp right back to my dorm room, the only place where I could have some sort of peace and quiet.The first thing I notice, however, once the door is pushed open is the lack of light. No rays of sunlight seeping through like it usually does. The lights are turned off as well.I think maybe someone broke in while I walked in cautiously, then I remembered that I have a runaway roommate and m