Freya
I don't know what time it is already. It's dark all around here in the cellar so I can't figure out if it's still morning or it's already night. For some inexplicable reason I couldn’t help but feel anxious for Elena, she is the rogue who was imprisoned next to my cage, someone had taken her and I have an idea where she is right now. I'm sure that it's been hours already since Elena was taken from the cellar and there's still no sign of her coming back here."She's probably dead," I said softly to myself and I just heaved a deep sigh out of fear. As much as I am worried about Elena right now, I can't help but also feel anxious for myself because I know that any moment from now, what's happening to Elena will gonna happen to me too. Until now, I can still remember the wounds on Elena's back and fresh blood gushing out of her wounds.This place is so fucking eerie, I'm not used to the deafening silence that pervades all around the cellar. I only heardFreyaI take a deep breath when an overwhelming scent of freshly cut vanilla and jasmine, with a hint of honey wafted heavily on my nose. I don't know what's happening but I can feel my body getting excited for some inexplicable reason. The scent gets stronger and stronger as I heard a strange thumping noise getting closer and closer to the door. I stand alert and wait for the door to open.And when it does open, rather slowly, the most amazing, most intoxicating smell consumes me. Looking at the doorway, I saw the most gorgeous man to ever grace this planet. He's tall about 6'5, I'm way shorter than him. He has a ripped and toned body, I can't help but swallow my saliva looking at him with only a black boxer to cover his naked body. His dirty blondish brown hair is in a short buzz cut and messy on the top. His eyes are a beautiful shade of brown, which is reflected in his light tan skin. Since he is only wearing a boxer, I can't help but stare intently at his six-
MichaelI feel like I am the worst Alpha and mate in the whole world. It breaks my heart when I heard what my mate just asked me to do and it kept coming back to me like a broken cassette playing over and over in my mind. I admit that the thought of rejecting my mate crossed my mind countless times since the moment I saw her but it never crossed my mind killing her, the mere thought of it is driving me crazy.I loathe rogues, and I still do right now. But as I look at my mate's face, I can’t help but feel an utter annoyance with myself. I even thought of kicking my mate out of the pack land and find another female werewolf to mate. What the hell am I thinking? I was so consumed with my hatred in the rogues to the point that I've only seen them all as vile, feral, and heartless. Looking at my mate right now, her wavy long hair, her electric blue eyes with a black tint outline, and her beautifully-shaped lips, I don't think she's capable of being vile and feral, and
MichaelI just closed my eyes and sat on the soft bed. A few moments later, I suddenly remembered that Freya didn't have any clothes so I immediately went to my dresser to get some clothes.I search for some clothes that my mate can wear once she's all cleaned up. I'm easily twice her size as her head reaches only to my pectorals. I find some sweaters and shirts that I know will be too big for her but are the smallest I have. I didn't bother to find any shorts because there's nothing here that will fit my mate. God! I wonder how old is my mate, she looks like 17 or 18.It only took me a minute before I found a sweater and shirt for my mate, I laid it on the bed while I sat on the side.I hear the faucet turns back on before the showerhead comes on. I can't help but smack myself in embarrassment, my mate is using the shower when she could have the bathtub, it's more relaxing in the bathtub. I should have told her that she can use everything in here
Michael"You're kidding right?" Lincoln asked me incredulously causing me to raise my brows at him as I shook my head to tell him that I am serious right now."I'm not, I really found my mate," I replied to Lincoln and he quickly put down the cup of coffee he was holding, and then he stood up and walked over to me."Shit! Give me a hug, bro. I know how much you've been waiting for this day to come, to finally meet your mate. I'm so happy for you, Michael." Lincoln said genuinely and I couldn’t help but smile heartily as I hug him. He gently patted my back as if he's comforting me. Lincoln is the only person I trust with my feelings, he is the only one who knows how fucking lonely I was and almost in despair that I will ever find my mate."Where's your mate? I want to meet her." Lincoln asked excitedly and I can't help but weakly laugh at him."There's something that I need to tell you, Lincoln," I said and I couldn't help but swallow my s
MichaelWhen I got back to the penthouse, I force myself to just stay here in the living room. I slumped down on the huge couch sitting in my living room. I don't want to get back to the bedroom no matter how much I wanted to see my mate's beautiful face again."She's probably sleeping right now. I shouldn't disturb her." I said softly to myself and gently shook my head because I felt like I was just fooling myself. I know saying that I don't want to disturb my mate while she is sleeping is just a fucking lame excuse.The truth is I don't want to get back inside the bedroom and risk another raging boner. I don't know what's happening to me but just being near my mate, I feel an inexplicable heat and list swiftly creeping inside my body. Just seeing her body cover with my shirt, with no brassiere and underwear beneath that shirt is giving me an erection and it's not making me sleep."This is so fucking hard," I whispered to myself as I feel my shaf
Michael"Good morning, mate. How was your sleep?" I asked Freya as I put some vanilla syrup on top of the pancakes. I couldn’t help but frown when I didn’t get an answer from Freya as if she hadn’t heard me. I look up at her with a confused face and my brows instantly furrowed when I saw my mate looking at me with watery electric blue eyes.Her eyes feel like it's pleading for me to already serve the food so I quickly put the waffles and the pancakes on her plate and place it on the breakfast bar along with a glass of orange juice. I don't know if she likes orange juice but it's the only available in my fridge right now."Come here, mate," I said to Freya and then motioned for her to come over to me because she was just standing at the entrance of the kitchen."It's for me?" Freya asked me and I just nodded at her in response then smiled sparingly. I can tell that my mate is still adjusting to he
FreyaBeing in a pack feels so weird. I don’t know what I should feel right now. I would be lying if I say that I am not happy that I have found my mate, contrary to that I am ecstatic that he did not reject me. I already accepted it in myself that my mate will gonna reject me the moment he run away and left me in the torture room. But Michael, he surprised me when he goes back to the cellar and he brings me here to his room, telling me that he is willing to try this out and that's the moment I knew that I should give him a chance.Last night was the longest hour and the most comfortable sleep that I've ever got for almost a year. Sleeping next to my mate, Michael, helps me sleep peacefully, and for the record, I didn't have a bad dream."Freya, are you ready?" Michael asked me causing me to look up to him, I gulp when I saw him wearing a white plain shirt and black jeans, he looks so fucking hot because I could see th
Freya"It's nice to finally meet you, Freya." A man told me, this is the first man that approached me after Michael introduced me to his pack members. I couldn't help but frown as I stared intently at the man's face. I don't know but I feel like my eyes are deceiving me because this man looks so much like Michael, maybe he just looks younger compared to Michael. I'm not saying that Michael is less handsome compared to this man, what I'm saying is Michael looks mature and serious, but my mate is still the most handsome man I've ever seen."Hi," I replied to the man and sparingly smiles at him. I wonder if he's ever related to Michael since they're quite similar in their looks and the way they carry themselves."I'm Lincoln, Michael's brother and that makes me your brother-in-law." The man who introduced himself as Lincoln smiled at me. I can't help but slightly gasped because that explains why the similarities between the two