The first thing I noticed as the last feeling of sleep ebbed was the banging in my head. It felt like a stick was being hit against my brain and the effect was almost too much to bear. I tried to flip open my eyes but it felt like led had been placed against them which caused me to groan. Nothing made sense to me and it wasn’t until the stank of my environment around me got to my nose that I began to get my bearing little by little. Naomi had told me about a dying person and had lured me to the maid quarters where Zoe had been waiting. Now, I would be lying if I said I was surprised Zoe would try to pull a stunt such as this one. I couldn’t be entirely sure what I had done to the maid, because as far as I could remember I had done nothing to offend her, but her attitude towards me had changed as some point. Same with some of the things that she had been doing. Like the apology in the kitchen that morning and the drinking from an empty cup. Although I didn’t know that Zoe was angry
Greyson’s POV: The last couple of hours was almost too much for me to bear, with little Simon’s help we were able to discover that not only was his dad out for some sort of revenge against Freya for supposedly ruining Emilia’s life, there were also other people, people that I trusted, people I had opened my home to, those were the same people that were out to destroy my family. The biggest problem, was the fact that I didn’t have all the information that I knew that I needed. There was only so much a four years old could retain and understand. I had no idea where Freya could be and all the search parties I had sent out in the last hour had come back with no news of her whereabouts. The entire pack and beyond had been turned upside down but there was no yield yet. This plan had been in the works for the longest time now, my biggest mistake was thinking that I only had to be cautious of my enemies, I didn’t know that my life literally was crawling with these enemies disguised as fri
Time at this point was merely a concept. It was hard to keep track of the time when everything around one felt stagnant. It was harder to remember that the world still existed when you were shut out from the world. There were moments that felt like hours as they passed only for me to realize that they were mere seconds. After all I blinked more than thrice in an hour right? At this point, I couldn’t tell for sure. I didn’t know what to believe and what not to. After the first time that Matthew, Zoe and Naomi had visited me in this cell that stank even worse that it did when I was first brought here, there had been no more conversational visits. Each one of their visits now included bringing me a few slices of bread and some water and they were so inconsistent with it that I feared heavily for my children in my womb. A few bread slices was barely enough to satisfy me, add two growing babies to the mix and I knew that I was doomed if this didn’t come to an end soon. The third perso
Greyson’s POV:It had been days of careful planning and strategizing plus exhaustion on my part. I couldn’t sleep or eat and the longer I went without seeing Freya or knowing how she was the worse I became. The last few days have been filled with me trying to hold it down and keep sane. Not only for my sake, but for the sake of the children under my care. It was difficult to believe that Roman could abandon his child to pursue this insanity. He had presumably left Simon in the care of Emilia, whom he did not expect to attempt to escape from his house and come to me but that was besides the point. The entire thing was messy. Too messy for me to fully comprehend. Then to make matters worse, there was an ache in my chest that had formed two nights ago and it had refused to leave. I couldn’t explain its origin, neither could I get rid of it. I was devastated and desperate to find Freya and Goddess knew how much my heart hurt every second that went by without her by my side but that’s
“Hi Freya. It’s nice to finally meet the woman who thinks she could try to come between mates. I’m Estel by the way.” There was no malice in the woman’s voice, in fact it was pretty neutral along with her facial expression and it made it difficult to really take her words for that they truly intended to be.I remained quiet and just continued to watch her. How the hell was it possible that she was alive? Zoe had admitted to killing her, I had visited her grave with Greyson and everyone else seemed to think that she was dead, so how was she standing here in this moment? I didn’t ask her any questions because I was more afraid of an answer than of being ignorant. Also, I had a feeling that I would get the answer I was looking for soon enough. “Don’t you want to know how I got here?” She asked and for the first time since she entered the room, I heard true excitement in her voice.“No?” She asked again when I remained silent. “Alright that’s fine, I’ll tell you a different story the
Emilia’s POV:“Emilee?” Simon called and I chuckled under my breath. No matter how much I tried to correct him about the pronunciation of my name, the four years old insisted on calling me that since his friend called me that too. “Yes love?” I responded. “When do we go home and see daddy? Will he forgive me and love me again? A-and you too?” Tears pricked at my eyes at his words. How could I tell him that he might never see his father again? I mean chances were if Roman were ever found, he would be killed. There was no mercy for what he had done so far. “I’m sure he will honey. Come on, it’s past your bedtime you need to go to bed.” I tried my best at sounding reassuring but I couldn’t be sure that it worked as well as I wanted it to. I was sad and scared myself. “I’m scared.” Came his little voice again. “Don’t be scared honey, here hold my hand and I promise I won’t let go okay?” I promised and Simon nodded his head, wrapping his small fingers around mine. I watched as his e
Greyson’s POV:I flew out of the bed and dashed in the direction of Jessy’s room where I found my daughter sitting on the floor at the end of the bed with her blanket clutched in her hands and her green bunny in a death grip on her other hand and tears streaming down her face. The moment she noticed my presence in the room, she immediately stood from her position, dropping everything that she had been holding on to and running into my arms. I had never seen Jessy so upset, she was literally bawling out her eyes and she looked inconsolable. She was in no headspace to tell me what was wrong so I didn’t push her, instead I kept my arms around her in a hug as tight as I could go without hurting her. “It’s okay baby. You’re fine. I’m here now.” I whispered comfortingly to her and while I was still talking Emilia burst into the room. The former maid looked like she had also been having a terrifying dream or maybe she had just woken up in shock from Jessy’s scream but her eyes were blown
Greyson’s POV: I watched Freya’s still body on the bed connected to more wires than I had ever seen together in a place at the same time and tears slipped from my eyes once more. The same way it had been for the last one week. I had managed to bring her back home and Clara had gone straight to work on her. It had been the most gruesome four hours of my life. I had been shut out of the room and no matter how much I pounded on the door or shouted to be let in so I could see Freya, I had just been ignored. And finally, after four long and painful hours, Clara had come with some news. Freya had lost the twins but she was still alive, well barely. Clara had assured me that she had only passed out from exhaustion, pain and loss of blood but that slowly but steadily she would make a full recovery.That was a week ago. Freya was yet to do more than stir a little from her position and I hadn’t left the chair that I was perched on for more than once a day to use the bathroom that adjoined