The same golden brown wolf that chased me down the cliff emerges from the bushes, stopping right there as he spots Silas.The wolf is nothing compared to the height of his wolf, which is strangely a comforting feeling.As though recognizing his presence, he halts quickly, bowing its head just a bit. Silas growls nevertheless, still displaying hostility, notwithstanding the act of submission right there.I remain silent behind the shrubs, being shielded from him. I know I’m out of danger and there’s no way I would be recognized now.Yet I hide, still butt naked.Its reaction to Silas makes one thing clear. He or she is a student.Anyone seeing this situation right now would be bad news for me. There’s no way gossip won’t spread around school once I’m seen naked with the Alpha prince.There’s no way it wouldn’t be interpreted as something else.The golden wolf tries to turn over to where I’m hiding but Silas blocks his path, growling and baring his teeth threateningly.Basically telling
FREYA'S POV:He drops me off right by the spot my clothes had been carefully hiding, wasting no second more to dash away.I imagined he couldn’t stay one more second with me half naked, which is understandable.I myself had felt the raw attraction earlier as well. It was like a strong magnetic pull, a compelling lure to feel the heat of his skin on mine, to take in more than his scent. My wolf hadn’t made matters easy as well, pushing for control to answer that call.An Alpha’s instinct is ten times stronger than a wolf far below the hierarchy, especially a lowly Omega. So, I could only imagine how much more he had felt… If he had felt it.Or maybe, I’m just getting ahead of myself and he really just wanted to get far away from me fast enough because maybe, he had seen better?Damn it, Freya, what are you thinking right now? Comparing your tiny tits with the buxom of a hundred girls he has slept with?Pushing all thoughts of Silas beneath my mind, I swiftly change into my clothes an
FREYA'S POV:She drops me atop the hard bed with so much ease, all without breaking a single sweat even after carrying me the entire way here.I sigh, coming back to the very familiar room again for the third time. I also know this wouldn’t be the last, seeing as my luck has been anything but good recently.Xena drags a seat close to my side with a first aid kit, dropping next to me.“Let me see it.”I gently raise my legs, dropping them on her lap without hesitation and she gets right into what she needs to do; pulling my socks out of the way and accessing the problem.“Lucky for you, it’s not that bad. It should heal in a few days.”I nod, simply watching her dress it.Seconds of silence pass again, with nothing left to say and an atmosphere of stillness, I ask the question that had been on my mind for a while.“It’s okay if you don’t want to say much about it, but I can’t help but be curious though… about you and Lucas.”She pauses for a brief moment, most definitely stunned by my
I stand there, looking dazed at this dude, in utter disbelief from what I had just heard.I knew it! He doesn’t like me.I frown now, dropping my courtesy.“What?”“Oh my, I apologize if that came out rudely.”“He’s your friend, right? Shouldn’t you know where he is? Better still, why don’t you go ask his girlfriend where he is?”“Elena holds little importance to him at the moment, sadly. You’ve already done well in kicking her down from that position.”“I didn’t wish for that to happen.” I scowl.“Well, it already has whether you wished for it or not, and the political relationship is almost at its end.”Wow, Xena wasn’t joking about his lowkey obsession with duties and what not.“Then, advise your friend to focus on his relationship. I don’t understand why you’re blaming me for what’s going on between Elena and Silas.”He chuckles lowly, tilting down to my height.“Do you think he likes you?” The switch from a smile to a frown is instant.I’m taken aback by his question. It’s clear,
FREYA'S POV:I feel like a home wrecker.The type you see on TV, obsessed with the husband and trying to steal him away from his plane mundane life with his family. The heartless kind that has no care for what the outcomes of her actions may be.I’m not seeking him out though. He’s seeking me and I’ve grown quite fond of his sweet stolen kisses and the ones that aren’t stolen as well.I tell myself even more excuses to prove what I’ve done — what I’m doing is okay… but nothing seems sensible with being mad at him, cause he’s eventually going to end up with the girl he is currently dating.I am the other woman. That single fact I’ve pushed down deep within me and justified because Elena is simply a spawn of Satan. It stands before me as unmistakable.Yet I’m furious, telling myself I hate the Alpha prince for deceiving me…but, wasn’t it I that let him kiss me again and again despite it all?I chose to play along and delude myself. It made no sense as to why I’m so mad about it. In a
FREYA'S POV:Xena leaves on her own, stopping only to pat softly on my shoulders, giving an affirming squeeze on them before closing the door behind her and leaving me all alone with Silas.At first, there’s this silence, awkward and nerve-racking. I avoid his eyes while he stares blatantly at me, burning his eyes onto my face.The chilling wind blows harshly and I shiver as its cold caress my open bare arms that my flimsy pajamas cannot shield.He’s next to me in seconds, taking off his jacket and gently placing it around my shoulders.The heat and smell of it hits me hard. Comfort seeps into me, even into my bones and the cold is almost non-existent.Which is weird because normally, this jacket, as thin as a simple cotton shirt, shouldn’t be able to provide this much warmth, yet it does.I wrap it tighter around me, taking a deep inhale of the scent that drives my wolf mad and spins my sense around till I’m dizzy and only wanting to drown deeper.For a second, I forget he’s still th
FREYA'S POV:I stand over the edge of our balcony, simply staring into the night, the exact spot he had run off to only seconds ago.I remain for only a few seconds more before stepping into my much warmer room. It’s only now that I realize his shirt is still wrapped around me. It’s big enough to wrap my much smaller frame, like a cozy blanket.His scent is still ripe and pouring out of it. I take a big enough inhale, it’s almost as though he’s still here, laughing at my not-so-funny jokes and wiping up some interesting comebacks.Xena is already far gone on her desk, deep in slumber. I take up her blanket and wrap it around her, not wanting to disturb her much-needed rest before I get mine.I turn off the lights all the while cuddling in bed with my new adornment.***“Freya, hurry up!” Xena yells incessantly whilst clipping the last strand of hair perfectly away from her face.I never really understand the need to clip her already short hair, it’s not like the wind could blow it
FREYA'S POV: “Aww, why do I feel like I’m not welcome here?” He laughs at not just my expression, but Xena’s as well.She scoffs, looking away from him.“Sorry, was it too obvious?” I respond.He chuckles again. “Entertaining as ever.”“Ignore him. He knows how to kill the mood in every given situation.” Adam adds. “May I join you guys under this shade?”I turn to Xena immediately with pleading eyes and pouting lips.“Can he join us?”She sighs. “This wasn’t what I planned for, but I guess he can join us.”I smile excitedly, turning to Adam just as he drops right next to me, smiling back.Lucas sits right next to Adam as well, and I glare at him instantly.“Thought you got the message earlier?”“Well, I wouldn’t want to leave now. This seems fun.” Lucas responds.“Do whatever you want. It’s not like you ever bothered about what other people think,” Xena says now.“Thank you for noticing. It’s a skill I’m very proud of.” He quips.Xena ignores him now, looking away but it’s obvious fr