Freya had meant to do this ever since Torin first announced to the pack that she was his chosen mate. Between preparing for the Trial of Roars and navigating the shifting undercurrents of distrust in the packhouse, time had slipped past her. But this morning, she woke up determined.The memory of Kiera’s kindness during her darkest days as a slave in Twilight Pack still lived vivid in her heart. While the others had looked at her with contempt or disgust, Kiera had dared to offer her support, to whisper kindness in the cold hallways when no one else did. That kind of loyalty deserved more than memory, it deserved elevation.The air in the omega quarters was heavy with silence when Freya stepped into the area. Her eyes were searching, tryinh to remember Kiera’s room. Her presence drew every head, but what stunned her most was not the glances—it was the sudden drop of heads. Lenora, the smug older blonde who used to scoff at her rags, bowed. Merilyn, who once spilled cleaning water on h
Freya stirred against warm skin, a sleepy smile on her lips as she curled closer to the firm body beside her. Torin’s arm tightened around her waist instinctively, as though even in sleep he refused to let go. The afternoon light slanted through the open floor-to-ceiling window, showering gold across tangled sheets and bare skin. She lifted her head slowly, eyes meeting his just as he blinked awake. His dark hair was tousled, face softened by sleep, but those golden eyes, sharp as steel yet warm as fire, were already watching her.“You're staring,” she whispered, brushing a fingertip along the edge of his jaw.“I earned the right,” he said, voice still husky. “Last night and this morning made sure of that.”Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she tried to pull the sheet over her face, but he caught her wrist and tugged her on top of him, making her laugh in protest.“No hiding now,” he murmured against her mouth. “Not after the way you moaned my name like a prayer.”“Torin!” she half-scol
Caleb sat in front of the fireplace in his living room, the fire lighting up his pretty but masculine facials. The light wounds he got from Torin’s attack had healed fast already. But he couldn’t shake his mind away from what happened earlier.He had lost Penelope once, and it couldn’t be coincidental that the same face happened to be under his nose once again. Maybe Torin was meant to mate her at first to regulate whatever curse had struck the supernatural universe but it wasn’t coincidental that someone who had the same face as his ex lover came to him again. It was just a matter of shock at first, then gradually, he started to grow fond of her. He had even did a background check to know if something was fishy somewhere but he wasn’t able to get answers. He had decided to move on and just see Freya as another individual but the feeling gradually grew.He didn’t plan to confess to her earlier but he wasn’t able to mask his jealousy anymore. Not when everyone in the pack could feel T
His words kept ringing in Freya’s head as if she had imagined it. She thought Caleb was only kind to her. What was this?“I like you,” Caleb said again, his voice surer and quieter now, like if he spoke softer, it wouldn’t destroy everything.Another silence ensued. Freya blinked.“No,” she finally said, her voice tight with disbelief. “No, Caleb, you can’t—”The door exploded open.Wood cracked against the wall as Torin stood there, shirtless, muscles tight with fury, golden eyes glowing like two suns dying in rage.His chest heaved like he had sprinted through fire. He didn’t speak at first. The silence bled into something darker.Then, his voice filled the air. It was damning. “What did you just say?”Caleb turned slowly, clenching his jaw, but he didn’t flinch. “You heard me.”That was all it took. Torin lunged at him, beyond pissed by his audacity.His fist slammed into Caleb’s jaw with a crack that echoed through the quarters. Caleb stumbled backward into a coffee table, knocki
The bite glowed red first, then white, before settling into a brilliant gold that pulsed beneath her skin like a second heartbeat.Freya cried out, but it wasn’t in pain, but in overwhelming bliss. Her power spiked, rising uncontrollably. And with trembling hands, she lifted his chin and leaned to the same place she had marked him once before.She bit down. And marked him again.The exact spot shimmered violently, illuminating with runes neither of them could read. A wave of ancient magic exploded through the room, knocking over a vase, shuddering the bed frame, and then settling in a glowing pulse around them—two marks, now sealed as one.They gasped, both shaken, both transformed. The bond between them wasn’t just renewed, it was reforged.And it was unbreakable.Their bodies finally slowed. The pace became softer, lingering, until they collapsed into each other, covered in sweat, skin flushed, hearts beating in perfect sync. He held her like she was the only anchor he had left in t
His eyes flared gold, glowing unnaturally beneath the hooked shaped single chandelier clasped to the ceiling. His jaw clenched. His back arched. Bones snapped subtly under his skin as though his body threatened to betray him at any moment.“Get out!” he growled, his voice deep and strained, trembling under the weight of the beast within. “I can’t hold it… I’ll hurt you. I…I can feel it.”But Freya didnt move, even though she didn’t doubt his unintentional threats.Instead of pulling away, she felt the urge to be closer. Her wolf stirred. Her breath hitched as she fell on her knees beside him. He remained on his knees, fingers digging into the floor, nails darkened and beginning to claw like talons. He was slipping into feral, into madness.She grabbed his sweaty face fearlessly and did the only thing her heart demanded.She kissed him.It was the hard, desperate, and deep kind of kiss.Their lips crashed with a force that startled them both. The tension erupted like a dam finally givi