Freya Rose Book Two ~ Abandoned By An Alpha

Freya Rose A white Hummer with blacked out windows pulled up behind the bus. It was blaring out music, and it was glitter and gold by Barns Courtney, the same song I had as my ring tone. I think I like this guy already, I thought to myself. “Come on, that's our ride, Fi,” Mason said to me as he stood up, while still managing to carry me somehow.“I can walk Mason,” I said with a giggle.“I don't want you to,” He replied firmly.He was more dominant in his tone this time and it was so hot. He carried me over to the Hummer, and a guy got out of the driver's side. I assumed it was Evan. He was similar to Mason, he had light brown hair, with green eyes and he was very handsome too. I'd say around the same sort of age as Mason, or maybe a little older. “Evan, Freya. Freya, Evan,” Mason introduced us. “Nice to meet you

Freya Rose After sending Mason hurtling through the wall, it was no surprise to me that he had left all of a sudden and was completely avoiding me. I guess I'd hurt his macho pride or some shit, but I really didn't care by this point. I'd had quite enough of supernatural men suddenly deciding that I belonged to them. Like, I was some sort of damn object, or prize to be won. First Balan, the vampire who played games with my head, hurt the people I loved, and didn't even have the balls to face me himself. Then Mason telling me that I couldn't go home, and that was his, just because of some damn mystical angel connection. That I only found out about five freaking minutes ago, I might add. “I've had enough, I want to leave,” I shouted at Damien.He was standing right next to me just gawping at the giant hole that Mason's body had left in his wall. You could see right through into the living room,

Freya Rose It had been nearly a week since Tristan woke up, and he was almost fully healed. The pack was still grieving the loss of Jessie, but life was gradually returning to some sort of normality. Landon, of course, wasn't doing too well at all. He had decided to take it upon himself to torture, I mean “question” the vampire that the pack had taken prisoner. I felt a bit sorry for the guy to be perfectly honest, I mean I hated vampires as much as the next supernatural being. They were parasites after all, but the guy seemed okay to me. I'd been into the basement a few times to ask him a few questions of my own. Mine were actually questions and not torture, and he'd always been more than happy to answer me. I guess he'd heard stories about what I was, and it scared the crap out of him. He told me anything and everything I needed to know. We had built up a weird sort of relationship. I wouldn't exac

Freya Rose Mason had carried me back to bed, then to my surprise, he stripped down and got into the bed with me. I didn't know what to expect, but he was a gentleman and just held me for the rest of the night. I hated to admit it, but it was exactly what I'd needed. I cried for a lot of the night, while talking over and over about what had happened with Tristan over the past few weeks.Mason just laid there listening to me talk, and he let me get it all off of my chest. I was expecting him to bitch about Tristan and tell me I'd be better off with him, but he didn't. He just comforted me, and it felt so comfortable opening up to him. Although, I had left out the part about Tristan forcing himself on me. I knew that Mason wouldn't have even tried to understand that part. So, it wasn't even worth it, and I was too exhausted to argue about it. I finally fell asleep in his arms with him gently stroking my hair. I had a goo

Freya Rose I tried to call Tristan to warn him that Mason, Evan, and my dad were on their way to kill him.“Hey, it's Tristan, I can't answer the phone right now, leave a message after the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.” For Christ's sake Tristan, I shouted in my head, while slamming the phone back down. Ring, ring, ring...“Tristan?” I called out over the phone. “No, Freya it's me” replied my mom. “Oh hey, mom I can't really talk right now, I...” I was going to say about Mason and the others, but she cut me off.“I'll be quick, Tyler rang. Him, his father and another wolf are heading to Banff to stop Tristan. Tyler needs you to call him and give him Damien's address,” she said in a surprisingly controlled and calm manner.