Masuk*FREYA*The word doesn't register at first, it hangs in the air as I try to process it.Pregnant? What does that have to do with Leo...My eyes snap back to him in an instant. It can't be what I'm thinking, right? No, I shake it off. I might be mistaken. But the guilt in his eyes, the way his grip tightens on my shoulder tells me something different.“What?” I whisper, my hand slipping from Leonidas's grasp.Octavia sighs dramatically, one hand drifting to her stomach. “I wasn’t planning on announcing it like this, but since the truth has such a way of clawing its way out…” Her smile sharpens. “Yes. I’m carrying his child.”The room tilts.I fist my hand deep into the fabric of my dress until the knuckles ache, twisting the material painfully against my palm. Anything to keep from me from breaking apart.Leonidas’s eyes are still locked on mine.There’s no denial in them. Just that same heavy, quiet guilt in his eyes. The unspoken words pass silently between us. Octavia is the
*FREYA* Weeks passed as I train, trying to to uncover my abilities. Rhea claims that there could be more. The thought of it scares me but Ailsa always reassure me, her presence adding comfort to me. I barely see Leonidas these days, he's always cooped up in the pack office. We only managed to see when we run into each other or whenever he's free, but that rarely happens. When I'm not training with Rhea, I often visit him with his lunch. The small smile that curves his lips each time is my reward. A well-deserved reward. I feel my lips pulling into a smile. I wonder what he's doing right now. Probably reading reports with that crease in his forehead, I'm often tempted to smooth. A giggle slips from my lips before I can stop it and I barely muffle it with the back of my hand. “You lost focus again, Freya, ” Rhea scolds, shooting me a disapproving look. I give her a sheepish smile which she scowls at. “That's not going to work. Again.” I nearly groan in frustration.
FREYA: I drag him along to his quarters, before shutting the door behind us. “What now?” He asks, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Sit.” His eyes darkens slightly with something I can't quiet name flickering in his eyes. He finally sits on the couch, arching his eyebrows. I move to the bedside table, searching through his things for anything sharp. I come up with a pocket knife. Perfect. I settle beside him on the couch and face him. His eyes narrow when he sees what I'm holding. “What are you doing with that—” My fingers go up to his buttons, cutting his words short. His hand flies up to stop me,his face flushing red. “What are you doing?” he asks, narrowing his eyes. I shoot him a look. “Relax.” Almost immediately, the tension in his shoulders releases and he drops his hand. I unbutton just enough to reveal his lower abdomen. Then with one slice, slit my palm open with the knife, crimson red dripping from the cut. His eyes widen. “What are you doing?” he
*FREYA* His scent surrounds me like a cloak, causing Ailsa to stir in my mind. My eyes snap up to see him stop short before me, blinking as if unable to believe I'm the one. I cover my legs with my dress, as he nears, my gaze lowering to the book in my hand. I fight the urge to look up as his shadow swallows mine even as he stays silent, the heat of his gaze crawling down my skin. “You...didn't leave?” He asks slowly and I wonder if that's a question or a confirmation that I am not going to leave. “I told you already. I have nowhere to go.” He exhales almost in relief and lowers himself to sit. My fingers dig into my palm as he sits mere inches from my legs, his fingers brushing them. That definitely isn't a mistake. I feel his gaze bore into the side of my head but I don't lift my head. I'm afraid that I take one look at him and I'll forget the reason I'm mad at him in the first place. “If you still wish to leave, ” he murmurs, shifting close, heat radiating off hi
*LEONIDAS* The noise of the elders clamoring , each voicing their own personal opinions merely falls down my ears until it becomes nothing more than a dull hum.My thoughts only circles one person. Freya. She would have left by now. Probably on her way to Ashvale. My heart squeezes at the thought. No, not Ashvale. She has a lot of bad memories there. Perhaps she's on her way to somewhere far away, where neither the hunters nor I can find her. Should I send Dorian to accompany her? No. She might thinks I sent him to spy on her. What about the omega she’s grown close to? The one she smiles with so easily. What's her name again? Was it Alira or— Alera. Yes, Alera. That's her name. “Alpha?” I should send Alera so Freya won't be alone. She's a better choice to care for my mate. “Alpha?!” My eyes snap up to see Elder Lorraine in front of me, his eyes narrowing. My gaze sweeps across the room and it's then I notice it has gone quiet. “Are you even l
*FREYA* My blood runs cold. I feel my knees wobble as I sink back into the bed, clutching my dress around my bare chest. No. This can't be happening. But the glowing mark at the back of his neck and the blood staining the corner of his lips are enough proof. He is cursed? If he keeps going, I will lose my life? Is this some kind of a cruel joke? But during my heat, he..… Realization dawns. My heat flashes through my mind..that night. I had brushed the blood away as a hallucination, something my body had invented in its haze. It wasn’t. And the way he reacted at the cottage when we kissed..how he pulled back and fell to his knees, clutching his chest painfully. It's all in front of me, yet I was too stupid to notice. A chill settles deep in my bones that I can't shake off. “I'll understand If you decide to leave.” His words echoes in my ears but I can't find an answer to give him. I try... to find answers, to say anything . I only open my mouth, hoping t







