Novels by S.H

Lucien's POV:Duncan slowly dropped the glass cup in his hand, his eyes not leaving me for a second.To think he thought he had been able to keep it hidden from me for years made me irritated. He laughed with me after he slept with someone I loved. Called himself my friend and now, he was about to start it all over again.I wasn't going to let him even though I had no plans to make Freya min-“Lucien, you didn’t let her die on purpose, did you?” My body stiffened as the irritation I felt slowly brewed into anger in my chest.How dare he! That was the best he could do after I just called him out for the most disgusting thing a friend could do. “I swear to God, I'll drain your life source right now i-“Enough with it boys,” a voice interrupted before the owner showed up.It was Sophie and behind her was… Freya?!!Panic filled my chest as I sat up, watching both of them walk slowly towards us.Her facial expression was blank and no matter how much I tried to read her, I couldn't. It

Lucien's POV: I squished on it, watching the bodily fluid ooze out of it as I waited for the guard’s arrival.I hated this place a lot, but I had no choice… not when Freya was in Duncan's custody and I knew what they were, or at least, I had a hunch.There was a possibility that I was wrong, but I didn't want to take any risk. It made no sense to me why I wanted to keep Freya away from him, especially if they were what I suspected them to be.My world wasn't like this.She was definitely tilting it, and it was getting out of control.The best thing would be to give her up b-“The poor insect,” I heard Duncan say before I saw him.I didn't mutter a word in reply and just stared at him, trying to figure him out. Duncan usually has a facial expression, but today wasn't one of those days.Something was definitely wrong.Could it be that she… I didn't want to overthink things because I wasn't meant to care. “Where is she?” I asked him when the guards finally let me step into their land,

Freya's POV:“Are you my brother's new whore?” She asked with a smirk.I didn't know if the fact that Duncan had a sister was more shocking than the fact that she looked nothing like him.There seemed to be no hostile air around her, but I didn't want to conclude so quickly.She walked towards the chair right next to the bed and sat carelessly, yet elegantly. She was intimidating to an extent.I managed to sit up better and stared at her, looking away when she caught my eyes on her.“You do not seem to be a werewolf,” she muttered as if she was studying an experiment.Her finger slowly rested on her olive-skinned cheeks as she seemed to be deep in thought.“Has his taste changed so much since the last time I saw him?” I shifted on the bed, waiting for her to take her leave, but she seemed so relaxed, and I knew straight up that she wasn't going anywhere.“I didn't sleep with him,” I said out of nowhere.I didn't like the impression she had of me even though she didn't matter at all.

Lucien's POV:“She's not back,” the servant before me said, his voice quivering as if he was cold.I dropped my pen down, completely expressionless as I stared at him. He bowed his head lower, scared of meeting my eyes.Only one person had that much audacity and thankfully, he was in his pack.“What's that supposed to mean?” I asked him, my voice cold and stable but my heart wasn't.Freya was smart to an extent, so she definitely knew better than to run away because she wouldn't survive a day out there. Has she been kidnapped? She had her own way of standing out, so I wouldn't be surprised if she caught a trafficker’s attention.“She hasn't returned, my Lord.”I let out a deep breath as I tried to remain sane. This was all on me because if I hadn't given the free day, this wouldn't have happened.“Laura has contacted the witch t-I furrowed my brow as my worry slowly brewed into anger.“Why does Laura know about this before me?” The servant before me took a large gulp as he shrunk b

Freya's POV:It looked oddly familiar.A squint was enough for me to remember where I was. I was back at home.Was this real? It looked real, but how could I be so sure when my new friend wasn't even real?There was no way I was going to ever trust myself anymore. The sitting room was just like how I had remembered it.Alcohol bottles everywhere while the couch looked in disarray. A crashing sound from the bedroom caught my attention, so I walked towards it. My footsteps made no sound but I could hear my heart thumping loudly.“Don't you get it, you this freak?” It wasn't my father's angry voice that made me gasp, it was those words.I could remember them as clearly as day.I could hear myself breathing heavily as I reached for the doorknob to check what was happening inside.I guessed right.It was a memory.I was kneeling in pink shorts and a matching tank top with my hand clasped against my left cheek, which was definitely red.My disheveled hair was enough to tell that I had

Freya's POV:Lucien had given all the slaves a free day except the pets.A part of me felt like it had to do with me, but I felt like I was being ahead of myself.“Can you believe this? I heard it has never happened before,” Amara said with excitement splayed all over her face.I gave her a little smile, the hair on my back standing when she moved closer to me.Something was weird about her, but I couldn't figure out what it was.“You look pretty in it,” she added, showing the stiff guards our pass.I looked down at the purple dress I was in. It wasn't really my style, but I had nothing to wear, so I had to accept the dress designed in lace from Amara.She herself had something similar on but hers was white. I would never understand why she thought wearing white on a day like this was a good idea.“You may go,” the guards said begrudgingly, opening the gate for us.The moment my feet planted themselves outside the large estate, they refused to move.Amara, who was far ahead, must have