SILAS' POV: “I think the Alpha King has something to do with Freya’s disappearance.”“What?” I stare at her bewildered.No way… That’s not possible. My father was miles away, too busy engrossed with state matters, and being at the beck and call of mother 24/7. How would he have a hand in Freya’s disappearance?Why would he?Yes, he’s adamant on me going through with my duty on being mated to Elena. But he’s never involved himself in the countless flings, has never even fussed about Freya, not since… Not since the Solstice dinner.“I know it sounds unbelievable. I’m probably committing treason for even daring to suggest that.” Xena begins nervously, ranting again“Hold up, Xena. There’s no way he could.” Lucas butts in now, taking a hold of her hand and forcing her to look his way.“It’s not possible, you must be mistaken. He doesn’t have the time to waste on a simple subject.” He continues.“Lucas, shut up.” I say. He has lost every right to pitch anything. “Go on, Xena. What mak
FREYA'S POV:I’ve grown too accustomed to the burning silence, and bored from being by myself. The intense loneliness that came with my entire situation.I merely entertained myself by getting deep in thoughts, building up impossible scenarios in my head and playing them how I imagine they would play out till the end.Then, specifically thinking of Silas till the very end of the day.I have to focus on a lot of things, so I don’t lose my mind.Just as I stare absentmindedly, the bars pull open, and I turn in the direction to see none other than Lucas.He offers a warm bowl of what I assume is food with a small smile on the side. I simply nod in greeting as he steps in.Surprisingly, he moves closer to me, settling down on the hard dirty ground beside me and sighing once he’s entered a satisfactory position.“What are you doing?” I ask “Sitting next to you.” He responds again with same small smile. I don’t return it this time as well, being not obligated to and not being in the mood
FREYA'S POV:I had been scared by series of things as a child, most of them fictional like the bougie man, or the monster in my closet.Others were things I created in my mind to constrict myself, like failure of not fitting in, not being loved.I had thought all those things were actual fears that crippled one's development. Then phobias being the real icing to the cake… But all those were nothing in comparison to this, to the fear the Alpha king instilled within me.I literally choke for air from only seeing him. His usual characteristic wicked and taunting smile, and piercing blue eyes that look pass my flesh and pierce deep into my soul.Then that aura of his — thick as ever, possibly heavier, weighing down on me, demanding my submission.I really am fucked.“It’s been a long while, hasn’t it? You’ve change a lot in the month since I’ve last seen you.” He stares at me, amused.He must mean I look more pathetic than ever, thin and frail, with poison coursing through my veins to ke
SILAS' POV:The Bloodmoon mansion finally rolls into view after a few hours on the road.‘Home sweet home’ most would say, but it was simply home to me, preferable a place containing memories of childhood a few good ones, and all the bad ones all together.In spite of bad memories, I remind myself that I am here for strictly business with father. Our relationship is already strained but i hope silently that there’s a perfect explanation for what’s happening, the threats and the transfer. There had to be.He’s crazy but he had never dared to interfere in my private life as long as I did what he wanted which was being in a relationship with Elena for all those years.“Alpha, we’ve arrived.” the driver speaks from behind the screen separating the driver’s seat from the back of the limo.I nod waiting for a bit before the door pulls open by a separate guard by the entrance.I step out finally taking in the fresh air and adjusting the lines of my suit blazer to remove all creases. Mother l
“So, how has school been?” Mother asks just after placing my own dish.I look from her to father, who for now focuses on eating alone. I’m tempted to bring up Freya's case immediately, but it’s the wrong time. My aim right now is to avoid as much conflict as possible while she’s still in the room.It’s something that we need to talk about in private.“It’s been fine. The school's on a short break that will be over in a week.” I give a simple response.She smiles, nodding and taking a bite from her chicken.“Is that all you have to say? Just fine?” Father enters now, turning to me.“I believe from my experience, being the person the question is focused on, that it’s been fine and uneventful.”“Really? What about the sudden transfer you made into the program for struggling students just when the semester is in it's final quarter?”I freeze now, hearing his words.Mother pauses just like I do, her eyes growing wide. She stares at her husband in disbelief.“What?” Then her eyes look at m
SILAS' POV:I watch silently, biting on my tongue, an attempt at containing my feral wolf and my own anger while his wicked laughter echoes in the vast dining hall we are in.This had all been his plan even from the moment I had decided to pay a visit and confront him.I was acting the way he wanted me to. No action of mine had been purely my own for weeks now.I have no choice but to give in to him because he has Freya.His fits of laughter slowly die down before he faces me properly again with pure amusement glimmering in his eyes. He’s waiting for a reaction from me. Maybe for me to lunge forward or flip the table, something drastic that draws more attention to the point he can twist the whole entire situation.But I do not give him the satisfaction.Either way, I am entangled in his game.“Poor Silas. This is what happens when you let your emotions get the better of you.” He begins.His smirk morphing into a stern, more serious look, like he’s scolding me and teaching some life
FREYA'S POV: “Lucas… what do you mean? Why are you looking at me like that?”I dare not expect anything right now, but the bright look in his eyes and that warm smile brimming with excitement and joy, unlike the dead eyes he has been sporting from the first day I got here.“Please, tell me you’re not pulling my legs right now. That’s too expensive of a joke to play with!” I say, suddenly feeling some kind of anxiety taking hold of me.He walks in, kneeling down to my level and taking my hands.“I mean it, Freya. I’m here to take you out.” He repeats himself, chuckling with what looks like happiness.No…No way… There’s some sick game behind this somewhere.“I don’t believe you.” I turn away from him, turning into a ball. “You’re trying to mess with me, right? You’re trying to get my hopes up, then torture me in some sick way again, right?” I say, trembling while rocking myself back and forth and closing my eyes.“No, Freya. You really are free, I swear I’m not lying.” He says again.
FREYA'S POV:He pulls me away gently, looking down at me. It's only then I notice the pain in his eyes as he looks down on me. Deep sadness with tiredness and lack of sleep staring back at me. I can see just how much pain he has been through because of me.“Silas…” I reach out to caress his face, but freeze.Flashes of an older version of him with blue eyes fill my vision instantly, and I recoil away quickly, fear suddenly gripping me tight as I hyperventilate.“Are you okay?” He asks, looking more worried.He looks like Silas again, but something feels weird between us now. I want to reach out and hold him, and take in every bit of his scent I’ve missed in the past days but I can’t — like an invisible force pulling me away.I slowly take a step away, nodding my head.“I-I’m fine.” I mutter.But he doesn’t take it, of course. His forehead creases further as he takes in my entire state. I bet I look disgusting right now, still clad in the same clothes for weeks with filth and scum s