FREYA'S POV:“Fuck you, ASSHOLE!” I yell out just as he slams the door shut.My sudden outburst puts a heavy strain on my bruised belly. The muscle throbs more painfully, and I wince, biting down at my lower lip.That’s right, I had forgotten that was there.Right now, I fucking hate Lucas.I get he has some deep psychological issues and clearly has problems with dealing with his emotions, but aiding in kidnapping me could never be justified by whatever bullshit reason he could come up with.Nothing could ever make this okay!Yet, as I seethe and boil, unable to take out my rage on the wall or the bed or that table due to my injury — I’m unable to do shit. I can’t even escape right now even if I came up with something.I’m sure the last two ribs on my side are cracked, if not broken. That brute had gone full strength on me, probably assuming I was a real Alpha female that could withstand that much damage perfectly.If only I really was born Alpha, or anything way better than an omeg
SILAS' POV: The scenery is much different from how I remember the night looks like, or how it should be.The sun is gone with only the moon's light beaming intensely in the thick black night.Yet everything else around me is covered in a blanket of darkness, all but me and the white thread tied around my wrist.The other end stretched down into the darkness, leading to somewhere I don’t know or see.For some reason, the only instinct I have is to follow the thread and find the end wherever it leads me. I walk a distance that feels like an eternity and a minute at the same time, till suddenly, the light of the moon finally falls on something else that isn’t meA person in a distance enrobes with a long white, flower-like dress that falls onto her body. The soft wind picks it up and plays with it, alongside whipping her strands.It only takes a second for me to recognize her.“Freya!” I call out desperately.I feel desperate as I run to her. A sudden weight falls on my chest, like sh
SILAS’ POV:I hate to admit it.My pride stands in the way, strongly disagreeing but deep down, Adam was rightNo more than a friend, an acquaintance, nothing more serious to bind myself to her. No title to claim her for myself alone like I badly need to.No matter how much I rage about it, she would still be classified as single and would be sought after by Adam and men like… Norman.The thought alone sets me on edge. The idea of her being with someone else, the thought of another bastard holding her and feeling that luscious skin that should be mine alone to feel and grope to my heart’s content.Freya should be mine.Yet, I cannot claim her the way I want to, being tied down to this betrothal. Even with the break up, I am still chained to Elena with things like responsibilities and duties to the pack. This goddamn alliance that was beneficial to our future.I groan painfully, pulling on my hair again as thoughts rage through my mind, spinning me to madness. This unnerving feeling
FREYA'S POV: Time has passed and yet, the concept of time itself evades. I don’t even have like a chalk or something to write the number of days I’ve been here. Even if I did, I don’t know when day or night is.All I know is the endlessness that consumes me. The stillness and nothingness, the quietness around that draws me closer and closer to madness.Yeah, there’s food once in a while but it's shit, and the good stuff only seems to come with Lucas’ occasional visits.He visits to monitor me and report back to the Alpha king what’s going on, while my mental health rots away in here. That fucking snake.I can’t even be angry right now because being angry required a specific amount of brain use, which I couldn’t pull off right now.Now, today or whatever day it is, the most pressing issue I cannot deter anymore is how much I absolutely stink and need a bath, and to brush my teeth.There’s no shower in here, only a toilet that serves it's purpose as best as it can.But I need a bath
SILAS' POV:I search the end of the cliff for the fifth time since a week now, sniffing the scent of the earth with our snout. My larger wolf frame allows me to scout and cover a larger distance in a short while whilst I search for clues and yet again, there’s nothing to be found.It’s like she was abducted by aliens.There’s no foreign scent of rogues lingering around, or footsteps leading out.I wonder how at all this is possible. Unless they flew, they shouldn’t be this good at covering their tracks, or have some techniques to hide their tracks perfectly.Something somewhere isn’t adding up, and I just can’t quite put my finger on it yet. But I would eventually get to the bottom of this.Despite knowing all this, I cannot help but return here every day to the last place she was seen. The last night we had been together.Had all gone the way it should have been, we’d have never stopped kissing till our lips grew swollen, and the need in our bodies took over.I’d have held tightly
FREYA'S POV:I stare up at nothing in particular, my eyes focused, though they are pointed to the ceiling and… my mind elsewhere.Again, I cannot tell him much time has passed without a clock or a window to gauge the time, or days that flows. I’ve been here for longer, but Lucas hasn’t bothered to drop by since the last distasteful exchange between us.His part was the distasteful part, ofcourse, and he was lucky I wasn’t so pissed to toss his ‘pity meal’ in his face… My part was justifiable. I was the one kidnapped, and his constant bickering about just how good my sacrifice is for the betterment of the pack's future sucks everytime.Fuck the pack and it's future, they never cared about mine.And now, he hadn’t returned since, probably his own form of acting out or throwing a fit because I couldn’t be brainwashed by him.With his absence came the stale watery oat meal served only twice daily as food, and that only left me feeling more sick than ever. The cooks weren’t trying to i
FREYA'S POV: I wait just after the emptied bowl for the most recent meal is taken away. Immediately after the guard on duty leaves the room and shuts the door behind him and it buzzes, clicking shut.I wait a few more seconds before I pull out the fork under my sheet.At some point, I figured out they gave utensils randomly. You could be given a spoon or fork with your oat porridge, irrespective of if it got the job done or not.I had waited patiently till I had gotten a fork with sturdy edges and for all my bruises to heal to a considerable amount, where they don’t hurt much — all to execute my plan.Once I’m sure he’s gone, I quickly begin putting things into action.First off, pushing my bed frame till it’s just under the vent, high up on the wall.I stop where I need to, grabbing the chair and settling it on the bed. I had to do this all before the guard returns, and hears suspicious movementOnce I’m sure that it's somewhat carefully balanced, I begin climbing to freedom. At th
SILAS' POV:“This is the last report we had on Elena’s movement. There’s been nothing suspicious so far, Silas.” Adam says, handing over a folder to me.I take it with urgency and disbelief, going through the pages of it's content eagerly.It’s as clean as all 20 folders we’ve acquired concerning Elena at this point.There’s no other suspect capable of simply abducting Freya specifically, especially due to vendetta, other that Elena and yet, every single time we run through the number, she always comes back clean.No matter how much I hate to admit it, it's very obvious now, painfully obvious that she had nothing to do with Freya’s disappearance.Dread fills me instantly.This only means that we are back to square one.The rogues suspicion was a bust; no sign of rogue attacks, and the track prints we found days ago had been clearly fabricated, almost like someone was actively trying to put us on the wrong track and hinder our investigation.Meaning it has to be an inside job.Then, th