FREYA'S POV:Just when I’m absolutely certain she’s asleep, I slide out of the heavy duvet covers, tiptoeing to the balcony door and step out.The cold icy wind hits me right in the face, and I’m grateful that I have Silas’ jacket draped over me.Is it stealing if someone gives you their jacket and they never ask for it back, nor do you remind them about it?Nah.I slowly shut the door behind me, moving over to the edge and staring down.“How did he do this again?” I ask myself, pondering on if I could really leap off the ledge and land safely without breaking a few bones.The more I look down at the height, the more I grow nauseous and doubt myself, pondering on giving up on my late night quest. But alas, Freya is no quitter.I slowly and carefully climb up to the ledge, taking in deep breaths. Anyone that spots me now would think I’m suicidal from the way I stand with my hands outstretched sideways for balance.Before I can talk myself out of it, I leap downward with eyes tightly
SILAS' POV:It’s almost an hour since I left her at the spot. I run, rushing through the tree and emerging once again at the clearing, only to find the space empty.She’s already gone.I had not expected her to wait for me here. She has every right to leave, especially with me doing the same to her amidst the moment brimming between the both of us.The call was something urgent. I couldn’t risk another rogue finding their way into school like the last time we got attacked. I had her in mind when I rushed away to get it done, but the dejected look on her face…I had doubted if she really felt that bad that I was leaving. I thought it was only I that felt this burning need to be around her every second I could, so I took her word for it.‘Yeah, it's fine’ she'd said. Now, I’m doubting if she really was, especially now seeing my shirt left all alone on the grass.Probably tossed off in annoyance before she stomped off back to her room.I sigh, picking up the piece of clothing into m
SILAS' POV: “If I leave this room, it’s over. I won’t chase you anymore and try to fix this shit with you. There’s not going to be effort on my part again. We’d be breaking up.”Despite her threat, her eyes plead with me to give in like I always have; to the guilt, the overwhelming pressure, to her wants.“Leave.” I respond curtly.“Silas!”“I’m sorry, Elena, but I don’t need this right now.”She watches me, heart broken. The hurt in her tears-stained eyes stare back at me.“You’re a heartless prick.” She mutters, gnashing her teeth with her fits clutched at her side.I say nothing because there’s nothing left to say. It is only silence I can offer in this situation.We’ve been together for more than enough years and no matter how much she irked me, I had let her remain by my side.Maybe this is just what we really both needed, a break from this madness.She leaves without much of a hustle, huffing bitterly and picking up her discarded clothes resting on a chair, then stomps out.I’m
FREYA'S POV:The freezing cold water suddenly doused on my body rips me painfully from my unconscious state, and tosses my consciousness back into my limp body with a rigorous force that leaves me terribly disoriented.I leap up from wherever I am, first screaming ‘what the fuck’ in my mind and out loud ofcourse, to remind myself that I have a voice.“Holy shit.” The comment rolls in after feeling every painful fiber of my muscle slowly weigh down on me.It feels like I’m breathing in flaming needles that burn and punctures my lungs with every inhale and exhale.It weighs heavily on my chest as I’m wheezing for air.I stop breathing to stop the pain, then I choke painfully and have to breathe twice as hard to recover the lack of oxygen.My body feels like I’ve been trampled on by a group of angry elephants continuously, till I’m shattered to pieces, and said pieces are glued back poorly with weak adhesive.I can’t even begin to describe the pounding headache that really wants to crack
FREYA'S POV:“Why am I not surprised it’s you, Lucas?”I chuckle bitterly, wiping the residue of tears in my eyes as I glare at him, hoping my gaze is hot enough to burn into the side of his head.He steps into the room, holding a plate of what I presume is a meal to eat.My appetite is very much non-existent, plus even daring to eat that is admitting defeat to myself. I do not plan on spending another night here.“It’s nice to see you too, Freya. You look… not as bad as one would expect.”I scoff, rolling my eyes“Spare me the meaningless flattery.”“I thought you girls like things like flattery. I hear it butters them up, making them more accepting.”“Sadly, I’m not a piece of toast or the brainless chicks you go after.”“True.”He casually leans against the wall, wise enough not to come too close to me. If he had, I wouldn’t waste no time scratching out his eyeballs — love interest of my best friend or not.“So, tell me, why all of this? Why go far as to drug me and lock me up in
FREYA'S POV:“Fuck you, ASSHOLE!” I yell out just as he slams the door shut.My sudden outburst puts a heavy strain on my bruised belly. The muscle throbs more painfully, and I wince, biting down at my lower lip.That’s right, I had forgotten that was there.Right now, I fucking hate Lucas.I get he has some deep psychological issues and clearly has problems with dealing with his emotions, but aiding in kidnapping me could never be justified by whatever bullshit reason he could come up with.Nothing could ever make this okay!Yet, as I seethe and boil, unable to take out my rage on the wall or the bed or that table due to my injury — I’m unable to do shit. I can’t even escape right now even if I came up with something.I’m sure the last two ribs on my side are cracked, if not broken. That brute had gone full strength on me, probably assuming I was a real Alpha female that could withstand that much damage perfectly.If only I really was born Alpha, or anything way better than an omeg
SILAS' POV: The scenery is much different from how I remember the night looks like, or how it should be.The sun is gone with only the moon's light beaming intensely in the thick black night.Yet everything else around me is covered in a blanket of darkness, all but me and the white thread tied around my wrist.The other end stretched down into the darkness, leading to somewhere I don’t know or see.For some reason, the only instinct I have is to follow the thread and find the end wherever it leads me. I walk a distance that feels like an eternity and a minute at the same time, till suddenly, the light of the moon finally falls on something else that isn’t meA person in a distance enrobes with a long white, flower-like dress that falls onto her body. The soft wind picks it up and plays with it, alongside whipping her strands.It only takes a second for me to recognize her.“Freya!” I call out desperately.I feel desperate as I run to her. A sudden weight falls on my chest, like sh
SILAS’ POV:I hate to admit it.My pride stands in the way, strongly disagreeing but deep down, Adam was rightNo more than a friend, an acquaintance, nothing more serious to bind myself to her. No title to claim her for myself alone like I badly need to.No matter how much I rage about it, she would still be classified as single and would be sought after by Adam and men like… Norman.The thought alone sets me on edge. The idea of her being with someone else, the thought of another bastard holding her and feeling that luscious skin that should be mine alone to feel and grope to my heart’s content.Freya should be mine.Yet, I cannot claim her the way I want to, being tied down to this betrothal. Even with the break up, I am still chained to Elena with things like responsibilities and duties to the pack. This goddamn alliance that was beneficial to our future.I groan painfully, pulling on my hair again as thoughts rage through my mind, spinning me to madness. This unnerving feeling