Chapter 12

Freyas pov

My chest was beating loudly the more I thought of what was going on. How would I get through this? I was in a jam right now.

I couldn’t keep my hands from being all clammy and sweaty and I hated the fact where no matter how I tried to think of it it wasn’t working. I was in a big mess.

I looked at my shaky hands. Thinking of what the woman across from me has said made my heart beat faster.

“The vase there was Zac’s favorite.”

I thought deeply about it and sighed. What was I going to do?

“Hey… are you okay?” She said across from me as I looked at her while nodding.

“Yes I’m just… I’m just… yeah.”

I let out a shaky breath and tried to sit up in a confident way but what was I doing? Who was I kidding? I knew I was soup.

How stupid was I? I should have dropped everything in a safe place. Any breakable thing should have been kept aside. Instead I had been silly and moved on like nothing was wrong: now I had broken something. A vase. Just a vase. And somehow it was the one thing I shouldn’t have touched.

But it wasn’t even me. It was Zara. My little girl. And still, all I could think was… he wouldn’t care. Zac wouldn’t care who broke it. He would only see me.

The maid who had brought us here had warned me. She had whispered that this house belonged to a lady nobody dared speak about. A mysterious lady. And now, with this… with the vase broken, I wondered if even she could protect us. She was not even here so it meant I was kinda screwed.

Fear crawled down my spine. My thoughts spun wild the more I thought of all the problems I had in my mind.

If Zac found out…

I knew what he could do. I knew how cruel he was.

Back in Greg’s pack, every time I messed up, even small things, it wasn’t just me who paid. Zara paid too. My baby was beaten for my mistakes. Her cries still ring in my ears at night.

What if Zac did the same? What if he thought breaking that vase was enough reason to hurt her?

“I’m not letting that happen,” I muttered to myself as I held myself feeling cold all over again.

I looked around to make sure everything was in place because if I was being beaten for shifting a table out of place.

I started to think of what I could maybe sell from my possession. There had to be something. But then it hit me. I had nothing to sell. My things were worthless.

My clothes were thin, worn. I had nothing. No money. Nothing worth selling. Even if I wanted to fix it, buy another vase, it was impossible.

I was dead broke.

So broke I couldn’t even pretend to have a choice.

The woman before me sat with me a little longer, trying to calm me down, but her face was pale too. She knew.

“Look, maybe there is something we can do.”

“Like what?” I scoffed. “How much does that case even cost anyway? Ten dollars?”

She shook her head.

“A hundred?”

She shook her head again.

“Who in their right minds buys a vase for a thousand dollars?!”

Sha sighed. “Try adding one more zero to that thousand.”

“Oh great. Why don’t they just cut me open and take out my kidneys while they’re at it? I mean. This is a trap. He just wants to get at me for the past. Why would anyone drop something worth that around a poor woman and her child? That’s a recipe for disaster. What the hell?!”

She sighed and got up. “Look, don’t bother about it so much. Just be gentle and think of this in a calm manner. I’m sure something will come out.”

I was so mad I wanted to rip out my own hair but I calmed myself. There was no need being violent for this.

I tried to calm myself as she said she was going and she would see me later. But I knew she was going because she didn’t want to be involved in the part where she would have to explain how the case had broken if the alpha was looking for witnesses.

Sha left and k closed the door and went to sit at the edge of the couch while staring into space.

I just thought. That was all I could do. Think.

What could I do to save my daughters life from the punishment about to show up.

My mind felt heavy. Every sound in the house made me jump, thinking it was him. Thinking he had already found out.

I thought about the vase. I thought about Zac’s face if he saw it. I thought about the whip, the anger, the way his eyes went dark when he lost control.

I thought about Zara. Her tiny hands. Her soft voice. Her giggles.

She was my everything. What was I going to do?

I shook my head. I would have to clean this place. At least that would give me an idea of what to do next.

So I cleaned and cleaned until everything was perfectly okay. But even then, my thought meter didn’t give me anything.

I sat down in bed and stared into the clock as the day turned to night and nothing show up in my head.

All I could think of was leaving this place and running away. That was my only option.

I would take Zara and leave this place.

No money. No plan. No idea where to go.

Just to go into the wind and disappear.

“We’ll run. We’ll get out. I won’t risk her life for this.”

I looked at Zara, curled up on the bed, her little face soft in sleep.

And right then, I made a promise.

She comes first. Always.

If it cost me everything, so be it.