تسجيل الدخول*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
*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 listening to us?”“No,” I admit, c
*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 that words will form but not
*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 listening to us?”“No,” I admit, c
*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 that words will form but not
*LEONIDAS*Eira examines the cut, her lips pressed into a grim line, her face a calm mask that gives nothing away. I can’t tell whether I’m fine or an inch away from dying.After what feels like eternity, she finally wraps it back and steps back, clearing her throat. “Your wounds are healing,” she mutters, shutting her box. “Give it a week or two...and you will be fit to go back to your duties.”Freya sighs in relief beside me, her face relaxing for the first time since I woke up.For someone that claims there's nothing between us, she's doing a bad job at it.I feel a smile touch my lips. Liar.“The silver narrowly misses your major artery, which is why you are still alive. Your survival was by chance.”She lets her words sink in, her eyes watching me like a hawk.“Which bring me to this, your wolf is dying.”Freya stiffens, a gasp tearing from her throat but I just stare ahead, unblinking.It's no news Drogo is dying. He already told me he's going weak and his unusual silence is a







