SILAS’ POV: A cool shower is just what I need to cool my head, especially after what happened with Freya… My chest hurts just thinking about it.The look in her eyes, the physical pain in her body movements. I feel tortured knowing I had been the cause of all that, but my torture is probably nowhere close to what she’s going through… And I hate myself for that reason.More and more, I consider just running away from all these duties just to be with her, but that would be a cowardly move. We would never be safe and constantly on the run. One mistake and we get caught — Father wouldn’t let her live.And an Alpha never abandons his pack.If this must be the cross I would bear to keep her safe, then so be it.I step into my room again, shirtless and drying my damp hair with a micro fiber towel lazily.It’s another night that would be most likely restless, so I’m not looking forward to it.Just as I lock the doors behind me, I finally get a whiff of her scent and look towards my bed, t
FREYA’S POV:After Adam’s confession, I had remained mostly speechless as life continued to spin way out of the course I had imagined.I still am speechless in that aspect, unable to give him an answer. I know for a fact that I don’t reciprocate his feelings, however. I’m still heavily infatuated with Silas, though that’s not going on very well, and I still have no plans of being in a relationship… but he’s a very good friend.He has stuck by during the bad times and is okay with me still having feelings for Silas, and just wanting to be around me while I heal. He wants to be seen as an option if ever one is needed.But I don’t think I can ever see him as anything other than that, and my biggest fear is him realizing that and just giving up on me.I have already lost enough from the little I had… I didn’t want to lose anymore. I wanted some sort of win… and I guess him sticking around would do us both good.Right?Yet, I can’t swallow the guilt that rises up in my throat every single
FREYA’S POV:I don’t stop walking until I’m right at the entrance of the class room and let go of Adam’s hand to drop on my usual seat.“Hey… You sure you’re okay?” He asks again, approaching my desk.I look up at him, forcing a smile, though my heart is pounding so fast and stinging like a burn.He finally nods before walking over to his own desk and chair. Luckily, he takes the one right next to me which fills me with a bit of comfort.I need the emotional support, especially since Silas would be attending this very same class and with Elena by his side.Memories of the first class we had ever had comes rushing in. How he blatantly let her be all over him and looked at me with this demeaning look in his eyes, as though he would be okay with me joining in on their fuck fest.Would I be forced to endure all that today as well? Would he let her be all over him, especially knowing the history we’ve had?Silas wouldn’t be that cruel.I mean, this whole thing still seems so pre-rehearsed
FREYA’S POV: I already have a headache once the bell signaling the end of the class rings.I know I shouldn’t have thought about it… I shouldn’t have jinxed myself and now, I’m stuck with the last two people I want to see constantly for the next week.As soon as everyone starts exiting from class, I pick up my books and dash to the front desk right where Mrs. Michael is before she can leave.“Excuse me, Ma’am.” I say in the most polite toned voice I can muster to butter her up.She pauses from packing up her stuff and looks at me dryly.“If you didn’t understand something in class, you’ll have to wait till the end of school to meet me, kid.” She immediately jumps to conclusion on what I need.“No… not that. It’s about the group placements.” I explain.Her face quickly contorts into a glare once my words sink in.“I’m sure you heard that I’m not going to change anything about them… if you were infact paying attention.”“I did… Just… You see, my other partners and I have a bit of bad bl
FREYA’S POV: “Did you really need to do that?” Adam asks as soon as I jog up to him.He begins walking away and I struggle to keep his pace with my much shorter legs.I admit, it might have been a bit dramatic but it was necessary. I don’t want to constantly worry about him while working on the project.“I did. Silas and I are going to be working together, and we all need to cooperate if we’re going to make a reasonable score. I have no intentions of getting anything less than an A.” I explain.“You sure it’s not more than that?” He prods further.“What?”He pauses, suddenly turning to me. I stumble a bit to stop my fast paced walking without warning and successfully steady myself.“Are you sure it’s just about calling a truce, Freya?”He looks at me more seriously than before. His once playful countenance is completely gone.At first, I wonder what exactly it is that’s suddenly putting him in such a sour state. The look of dislike and other things swirling in his eyes, till it sudd
FREYA’S POV: Working with the group had been surprisingly stress free through the rest of the week with not that much drama as I had expected.Just occasional glares from Elena and Silas, of course mostly keeping to himself and the best part is; we are more than halfway done.For the reason to get over with it once and for all, I stood right before the full length mirror in the room, getting dressed on a Saturday.I settle for an off white long sleeved crop top with a simple sunflower design on the front, light blue shorts and a pair of white converse. I look simple enough… Or is the crop top too much?I fiddle with the ends, feeling a little bit unsure to let part of my belly show because of my weight.Compared to weeks ago, I had gained a considerable amount of flesh. Though I’m still nowhere close to how I was before the incident, and my bruises had long faded. I have reached a level in this journey with my body where I can stare at it for hours and not hate it anymore, feeling
FREYA’S POV: “…or are you just clumsy, Freya?”I’m taken aback by how someone can be so unbearably heartless and ruse one second and then, in the next one, he sounds so gentle and sweet.And then, this position we’re in, where I’m so close to his face.I force my eyes to look away while I blush uncontrollably and respond.“I guess, it’s part of my subtle charm.” The words leave my mouth without me even thinking.Once they do, I feel even more stupid.What was that? Am I really trying to sound cool even in this situation?He probably finds it as cheesy as I do.But he chuckles. Laughing, and again, it’s genuine and not forced.He gently sets me on my feet and puts more distance between us. While I still feel heat on my cheeks, most of my anger has long dissipated, leaving me flustered and clueless on what to say or do next.“Don’t leave.” He mutters suddenly, almost inaudible.I second guess the words I hear leaving his lips and even the almost desperate tone behind them.“Excuse me?
FREYA’S POV: I’ve never been kissed so ravenously before… and I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone so badly to the point where I throw all caution to the wind and drown myself in the desires of my flesh.Because every single inch of my body down to my bones wants to lose itself into him.I let him press his soft lips against mine with an unquenchable hunger just as I glide mine against his as well, matching the intensity and need, licking every inch of his lips with every move.I press my frail body against his hard toned chest, and he makes a growling noise at the back of his throat, pressing me firmly against him.My hands begin flying everywhere, wanting to feel and touch as much as I can, sliding into his shirt. I hear a little ripping sound but ignore it, fighting to feel more of his hot skin against mine.It becomes more than just a primal need to be closer and remove every single barrier between us.He picks me up in a swift motion, and I instinctively wrap my legs tightly around