Scars Don't Forget

Freya’s POV

The smile on my face tightened. My fingers curved into the familiar okay sign. “Excellent.”

The imposter gave a subtle bow.

“You flatter me, Luna.”

I waved her off, moving forward to take both of her hands. She froze.

“There is no need to be humbled. Now that the masked doctor is here, our medical system will surely improve.”

The pack members cheered and started clapping their hands in applause.

Once it died down, I turned to Vivian. “Thank you. You have taken such a huge burden from our Alpha.”

Vivian pursed her lips, adjusting her jacket. Her smug grin widened.

I scoffed inwardly.

It was only a matter of time before this ridiculous charade blew up in their faces.

Although these were my prescriptions, they were merely training drafts I compiled. I tossed them a few years back due to the mistakes I made during the creation process.

Using an incomplete prescription was digging a pit to bury yourself.

However, it was not my problem.

Killian passed the notes back to the imposter. “The maids will prepare a grand quarter in the estate. I only hope the masked doctor will be available to hear the proposal tomorrow.”

“Of course Alpha Killian,” the imposter grinned.

Killian went over to Vivian and placed a hand on her shoulder. Her cheeks flushed.

I wanted to tear my gaze away, but I stayed, letting myself watch how his mouth lifted upward as he whispered.

“I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Vivian stared back, her shoulder lifting, and then she leaned closer to Alpha Killian. “It’s been a long since we spent time together. How about lunch tomorrow? It will be fun like old times.”

Yes. I wasn’t supposed to be here.

But I refused to be labelled as the Luna who lived in the shadow of her husband’s mistress.

Besides, I needed to start planning my next move.

I took slow strides toward Killian. “It’s late. I’m going to rest.”

Killian snatched my arm before I took a step. His other hand found my waist like it was meant for it.

He pulled me up to his chest.

A tightness gripped my chest as if his presence alone reminded me of what I stood to lose.

“Leaving without me?”He murmured.

His persistence tested my patience, but I refused to show it.

Refusing him now in public was going to stir up a lot of drama. Besides, I could feel Vivian’s icy glance drilling a hole in my back.

I smirked, placing a hand on Killian’s chest. His muscles stiffened. His eyes fell to the place I caressed.

“You seemed busy. I didn’t want to disturb you.” I narrowed my eyes at Vivian, placing my head against Killian’s chest. “My head hurts.”

Vivian’s jawline nearly crackled. She stepped forward, about to say something.

“We can talk tomorrow Vivian.”

Killian said sternly,  lifting me effortlessly until I was pressed against him.

Instinctively, I tangled my hands around his neck.

“Let’s go.”

***

Once we got to the hallway, the smile on my face faded and my eyes turned dull.

To others, he might seem like a good Alpha. He actually was, but that didn’t mean he was a good husband.

All this sudden care and concern. I knew he was up to something sinister.

He placed me on the bed, my senses shifted towards him.

“If you were tired, you should have said so earlier.” His face barely had any warmth. Not that I expected it from Killian.

But his voice didn’t carry the chill it normally did.

“Freya.”

My brows shot up. “Hmmm?”

He sighed wearily, half knelt in front of me.

I always loved his scent. I remembered it like my own name, but for some reason ever since I woke up, his thick musk scent became more pronounced.

His hazel eyes brimmed like they were about to pierce my soul. My heart hammered against my ribs despite all It had been through.

Turning away from Killian, I snorted. “I told you I didn’t want to be there. You forced me.”

“You didn’t say you weren’t feeling well.” Killian’s voice tightened and he paused.

He exhaled, whispering, “Forget it. Stay here and rest.”

With those words, his head dipped, his hand reaching for my feet.

My heart dropped violently into my stomach. I shifted away from his touch. “What are you doing?”

Killian’s hazel eyes darkened, jawline nearly crackled as he seized my foot.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

I swallowed, pressing my hands into the sheets. Flashes of that incident choked my throat.

My screams. I could feel my fingers quiver from the way I scratched at the wood in my past life.

The air started growing thick with that smell of death, one I remembered clear as day even at this moment.

Killian wasn’t going to hurt me now, was he?

“Freya?”  Killian's grip began to loosen as his posture slowly straightened.

I held my breath, body unmoved as unshed tears burned at the corners of my eyes.

Killian leaned in. Once his hand reached forward, I inched back, turning my face away from him so quickly he paused.

The words burst out before I stopped them. “Don’t touch me!”