“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
FREYA'S POV: Please relax, I tell my body. We’re not in danger anymore.I take in a couple deep breaths before I let him touch me again. He slowly takes off my top, helping my hands out the arm holes, and unbuckling my jeans slowly.I shiver and gasp from every slight graze of his fingers against my skin, just as my breathing grows rushed. A mixture of anxiety and arousal messes up my thoughts and senses while warmth wells up in my groin.Looking down at him, the focused and plain look on his face while he strips me, I can’t help wondering how he’s able to stay so focused in this situation. Maybe he doesn’t find my skinnier body attractive anymore…Pain stings my heart while I bite my lip again, feeling heavy sadness settling in.He takes off my bra and panties, easily carrying me in his arms again and lowering me into the warm water that smells like roses.I sigh once my entire body is engulfed in the warmth, my tensed muscles fully relaxing.“Thank you.” I mutter, finally feeli
FREYA'S POV: My body feels hot, burning hot.Lust and desire runs through my veins as I let myself be taken over by the need welling up inside me.Just then, he gently drags the tip of his claws along the length of my neck. I gasp out, bending deeper into him, sparkles flying from every piece of skin he touches and kisses. His hands grab my naked breast, caressing the soft flesh before flicking the hardened nob.“Silas…” I moan just as he leans down and takes a knob into his mouth, suckling on them.I feel his touch playing with the tip while his teeth grazes it gently. He suckles on it as well, like a baby trying to draw milk out.Before I can make sense of the pleasure I feel, grabbing onto his head and pulling on his hairs, his hands slide down, going underneath the free shorts worn on my lower half. The absence of panties makes it easier for him to reach my wet core.I shiver again just as his fingers begin rubbing round my entrance, taking much of the pouring wetness around.“
FREYA'S POV: I groan groggily, tossing and turning on the soft mattress that feels like cloud, fazing in and out of consciousness before I realize the big wide space next to me with lingering warmth where he was supposed to be.A wave of panic forces me up again, racing my heart faster and leaving me very much unnerved, till I look up properly and see him seating on the couch few feet ahead, watching the TV.I sigh once relief floods through me, like calming water. I’m not alone.Yet, I still dread the feeling, the fear of being left alone, a constant reminder of the shit I had been through that I desperately want to forget…so I can be myself again.While I tap on my chest in relief, he turns to me, realizing I’m awake now, sitting more upright and high on alert. His forehead twisted with worry.“You okay? Did you have a nightmare?” He asks.“No.” I respond, still patting on my chest.Surprisingly, I hadn’t had a single dream or nightmare which is a surprise. Possibly the sex had t
FREYA'S POV: He groans for the umpteenth time once the lights finally go dark and the large white screen lights up.“I told you to pick something you’ve never done before.” He reminds me of our deal, like I had been deaf when he brought up the suggestion.“Yeah, I heard you.”“You’ve never been to a cinema?” He acts all shocked again for the seventh time.“Strict parents.” I say as an excuse.In actuality, my assigned parents never deemed me worthy enough to enjoy the classic childhood and teenagehood entitled to every offspring.Been scrubbing pots since I could walk. No way they’d let me waste time at the cinema.“Well, I guess I can relate to that.” He comments.Unfortunately, his comment is an instant trigger and suddenly, I’m flinching from the memory. I know just how strict his father especially is.I unwillingly shiver in my seat and he notices quickly, stretching out to take a hold of my arm even if I flinch away.“Sorry, too soon?” He comments, rubbing on my back.“Yeah, kin