Freda's POV His feathery kisses left words of affirmation on my skin. There were poetic words that made me feel comfortable in my body. Every familiar kiss sent me into a deep end of pleasure, I was most willing to let go. All of my emotions had been heightened and my need for sex became intense. With every taste of me, and I of him came with a smirk. He saw how I melted in his one hand, like fine clay in the fingers of a sculptor. He was the sculptor I was nothing but a world dog art who came undone in his bed. With every touch he worshiped my body like a goddess. I never had to be this relevant to a man before. As forAlfred, I was relevant to him in the eyes of the crowd and also delicate as the shadows of the night bear witness to our moment of pleasure. I have never had to feel this seduction from any man before. His hands kneaded my breasts as his other hands snaked around my waist. I moaned his name, biting my lips as I drew him to myself. "You don't have to swallow your m

Freda's POV That truth was too heavy for me to digest.There was this sudden sympathy I had for him. I couldn't imagine what he must have felt as the person he loved fell in love with someone else. Went as far as starting a family, which I didn't get to enjoy. It must have hurt him more knowing that his friend, with whom he had lived, had committed suicide. I knew what I would have done if I were in his shoes; I would have probably left her to fend for herself. Then she had estranged herself from her loved ones, even her sister."I'm sorry she did that to you. String you along into her misfortunes.""Nah, it is fine. I wanted to be strung along; it was the only way to guarantee her safety. Knowing about her well-being on my own sends me off guard. I panic when that happens. I really didn't want to panic worrying about her.""I still don't know why she killed herself." I sighed. "Who told you that?""My aunt. My father's sister said my mom was going crazy; they almost had to check he

Freda's POVI woke up with an immense darkness filling my eyes. A sharp feeling welcomed me as I entered the land of the living. My memory was a bit fuzzy, when they started rushing in I knew I had landed in trouble. I tried struggling but I was chained to the wall. From the shelves I saw around, it was an old cellar, an old wine cellar. Nothing ever made sense with all of the foggy memory. It clicked fully I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that I have been captured by that bitch. My concern was that I was about to suffer the same fate as my mother. It was a very good way to connect with my mother despite all she had to go through. At first, I was concerned about who was actually telling the truth. I desperately wanted to believe Roberya, considering she was a lost relative. Who might have cared for me? It wasn't hard to know that she was just after her own gain. I guess there was some kind of supremacy that goes with humans and other supernatural, considering the fact that on

Freda's POV I have been slipping in and out of my dreams recently.I didn't know what was real or not. My body and my mind still feel like I was locked in an old cellar somewhere with no hope of getting out. Sometimes, I imagine myself drowning in my own blood until I die. These dreams had become so intense, considering that I had lost track of time. There was no way I would be able to speak normally after that trauma. I only remember Alfred coming to save me with someone else. Vanna. I figured I was hearing things, but I didn't know just how much of it was true, or maybe it was all part of my hallucinations. I was already up, staring at the window. I wondered when it was all going to make sense. There was so much danger out there, and it seemed to never end. I had just realized that one of my relatives was the cause of my existing misery. It was hard to place the memory of my son, but I gifted her the courage to carry through with Kevin's dream. I looked like her, just as they had

Freda's POV The ball was tonight, and it was clear that it was going to be a full night.I had never attended a masked-themed ball, but this was quite special because it was an Avenue to launch a new set of wines for his company. From everything the pack has lost, I found this event to be outrageous. They were still recovering from several attacks, and I felt it was going to send the wrong message. Then, when I reviewed the staff who were on duty at the mansion, I saw happy faces.They were excited and ecstatic about how the night was going. I had a bad feeling about this; Vanna, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found. The last I heard, she was trailing the hiya of witches that Noah seemed to have befriended. I knew that anything that required hunting someone down wasn't going to be pretty since she was involved. It makes me wonder how she managed to pull it off.We have been in a mellow mood recently. Her thrill was what drew me to her, making me want to give her a chance. She d