LOGIN~~RYKER ASHWOOD~~Quinn took the wheel, Xavier who had settled in front of the seat switched positions, coming to the back seat. If I didn’t know better, I would have frowned at the behavior but there have always been something about these two. Something they’ve refused to disclose to me or anyone.Freya moved a bit closer to me to create more space for Xavier. Inadvertently, her bare thighs brushed my legs and my breath siezed. And although, the contact was brief, I felt it in every nerve. I shifted my legs away abruptly, almost pushing myself against the door of the vehicle. I released the breath I was holding. Something is wrong. I started to feel that way ever since I set my eyes on her at the banquet. Ever since my dormant wolf slightly stirred within me the moment she was forced into the backseat with me that very night. It must have been a mistake or my delusion, I tried to tell myself afterwards. Then I heard the thundering of her heart against her ribs, her unrhythmi
~~FREYA ASHWOOD~~Sweat pricked at my skin at the same time a cold shiver snaked around my spine.They were all around me and I turn out to be the object of focus.The chatters got worse now that none of my step brothers are accompanying me“It’s her! I promise I’d recognize her anywhere” one of the boys said, leering in disdain This brought more and more attention to me.“Why is she here? Openly in an academy? Isn’t she supposed to be in hiding, scared to her guts for being a murderer?”Everyone had something to say. Their words hurt but what hurt the most is being called a murderer. I knew better than to defend myself. They wouldn’t listen after all.I clutched my bag to my chest, walking to wherever my legs take me.Fortunately for me, I was able to find an empty corridor not too long after so I stayed there, embracing the silence. I carefully brought the curriculum draft the Principal had given me out of my bag to take a look at it. My vision blurred momentarily before shiftin
~~FREYA ASHWOOD~~I'm not sure what happened during the hours I passed out or what happened right before then. I'd stare at my saviour and mate blankly when they asked me what really happened with the meal… when they asked if I recall the face of the maid who had served me the food..I had no recollection that I was given food to eat in this manor.All I recognized when I awakened was fear! Fear of being back here. In this home. Fear of Alpha Damien and his loathe for me. Fear of what he might do to me when no one's watching. "So you're saying you don't remember what happened? Not even the maid who brought you a meal?" Quinn had demanded with a slight furrow on his brows while Xavier watched it all wordlessly, expressionlessly.Quinn had outrightly told me I was poisoned later on then went through about a hundred reasons I need to be extra careful in the manor.. I took in a sharp breath and blinked. "It's all over now. I'm fine" I mumbled, forcing myself back to the present. I st
~~XAVIER ASHWOOD~~I reached her room in a blur, the door swung wide open to reveal a sight that turned my blood to ice.She was sprawled on the floor, spilled blood right beside where she laid. A cold shiver ran down my spine and I felt the rage flooding my veins.In my head, Luka let out a snarl, clawing the edges of my consciousness. It's him.I know he did it. He had dared to strike even when I made it clear to him to back off. I dropped to my knees beside her. My fingers pressed against the side of her neck, searching for a beating pulse. For a harrowing five seconds, there was nothing. Then, came the weak throb."She’s alive," I breathed, the words coming off as a growl. I looked up at the maid, my eyes likely glowing with the hue of a shifting wolf. My beast is threatening to break out and hunt down whom we both know did this to her. "Get the healer. Now! If you aren't back in two minutes, I’ll have your head." It wasn't an empty threat.She vanished into the hall
~~FREYA~~The room was larger than the store I used at Aunt Beatrice's home in the blood moon pack but if given a choice, I'd rather be there than here. "If you aren't satisfied with this one, I could show you the other vacant ones on this wing" The maid pronounced, her tone shaky. I'd seen her earlier, alongside the other maids who had a lot to say about my return. "No. This is fine"She moved through the space and proceeded to unload the clothes in my box when I stopped her. I couldn't let her see how tattered my clothes are. "I'll do that myself"She shook her head in protest. "Lord Xavier ordered that I see to your perfect settlement into the manor. I can't go against that""I can assure you, I'm perfectly settled" She flashed me a small smile that seems forced. "I'll bank on that then"I waited till she was out of sight before slouching on the bed, reminiscing the events. This is my life now. Unfortunately...The door is pushed open violently, causing to jump to my feet.
CHAPTER SEVEN ~~FREYA ASHWOOD~~ The room they gave me was larger than the broom closet I’d occupied at Aunt Beatrice’s, but to me,. It felt less like a bedroom and more like a waiting room for a funeral. "If you aren't satisfied, I could show you the other vacant rooms in this wing," the maid whispered. Her voice was shaky, her eyes darting to the door as if she expected the Alpha to burst in and strike us both down. "No. This is fine." She moved toward my battered suitcase, her hands reaching for the latches. I stepped in her way immediately. I couldn't let her see the gray, threadbare shirts and the socks with holes in the heels. "I’ll do that myself." "Lord Xavier ordered that I see to your settlement," she protested weakly. "I am perfectly settled," I insisted quietly. She flinched, gave a forced little nod, and hurried out. I collapsed onto the bed, the silence of the manor pressing against my eardrums. I was finally back. The girl who killed the Alpha’s beloved Luna.
~~FREYA ASHWOOD~~His expression hardened. “You think that it is still your decision to make?. You will come with us. You will stop this act of escapade. It’ll be the last time you ever try to run from me… from us”My throat bobbed in a hard swallow. I opened my mouth to protest but before I could,







