Sarah opened the door to see Freya on her bed, with her back faced to the door. Seven days had passed since the incident with Mendoza back at the training house and since Freya learnt of Sarah's identity. Sarah closed the door and walked into the room to see the three course meal which had been delivered for breakfast, lunch and dinner, sitting on the table, untouched. Freya would get up minutes before it was time to go to bed to throw out the food. This had been going on for the past seven days. "I'm not going to let you throw away the food again. It takes a lot of effort for the chefs to make it and the ingredients used in making it is also a big deal." Sarah said pointedly, standing behind Freya. Ten seconds passed by before she heard Freya sigh and massage her face. "I don't want to eat." "Then you should get ready to be punished for wasting food." Sarah grimaced. Freya opened her eyes to look at Sarah as she said, "For some reason, whenever I eat the food, it opens up my
There was still silence for a moment before someone yelled, “It's Rose!” The whole training house went up in uproar after that as they rounded Rose with a flattery smile on their faces. Rose was the distant one who often stayed by the window, and Freya recognized her because she was the only one out of the three who had her hair cut like that of a boy's. She had a pretty serious look on her face and hardly smiled. Despite having numerous people trying to touch and talk to her, Rose had her eyes pinned on Freya. “That crazy man almost killed you. Thank goodness Rose was nearby to stop her.” Sarah said with a bright smile. Freya gulped down and lowered herself to the dead man, catching the attention of everyone. She was about to touch him when she got yanked back by Rose. “What the hell do you think you're doing? What is wrong with you?” Rose snarled. Freya tried to yank away her hand, but Rose's grip on it tightened, her eyes glowing fiercely. “You killed a man and no one is sa
Mendoza froze for a moment before she scoffed and walked closer to Sarah. “That sounds like an allegation that may or may not be true.” She uttered, then raised a brow, “What evidence do you have to back up your allegation and have me convicted?” This was Mendoza's way of escaping tricky situations. Instead of agreeing or disagreeing, she tried to make Sarah seem like a liar in case there was someone or people listening.“I saw you talking to that chef. And even if I get your reason for being hard on Freya, I think you should stop whatever you're planning!” Sarah stood her ground, refusing to take a step backward despite feeling intimidated by Mendoza. “Careful what you say, Sarah, and careful who you tell this to. Remember, it's the word of a beta's daughter against the word of an Alpha's daughter.” Mendoza exhaled in a dismissive tone and took a step backward. “The Alphas won't let you off if they find out what you did to Freya!” Sarah yelled behind Mendoza as the latter walked o
In one of the girls' rooms, a group of girls sat around a table drinking happily. “Imagine what would've happened if you didn't find Freya Armstrong on time.” One of the girls couldn't help but mutter in a drunken voice. “That girl would've died. And here we thought Mendoza was a bad person. Someone like me would never save the life of the woman someone I love is in love with.” Another girl butted in, looking up at Mendoza who sat alone in a chair, with delight. Mendoza revealed a forced smile and filled their glasses once again. Then she picked up hers and toasted them. “Thanks to you guys, we were able to save a life today. A toast to you all!” Everyone drowned their drinks and Mendoza went ahead to refill their glasses for them. She glanced at the seventeen empty gin bottles beside her and sighed. Her goal might've been a success, but she couldn't help having the feeling there was something wrong somewhere.“Do you need more drinks? I can run out and get more for us.” One of th
Cleopatra observed an unconscious Freya from the door. She stood there for a moment before the pack healer, who had been applying ointments to Freya, finished up and walked up to her. “I've managed to stabilize her. She'll be fine as long as she rests well. I'll check up on her every three hours to make sure something isn't wrong. I will take my leave now.” The healer told Cleopatra before walking away. “The Council has called an impromptu meeting, Cleopatra.” The ginger-haired man who had gone with Cleopatra to bring Freya, said, appearing behind him. Cleopatra didn't respond until minutes later when she turned and walked out. The man stopped and glanced towards Freya, the corners of his lips raised in utter contempt. After the incident where he and his friend made fun of Freya on their way to the Council, Cleopatra didn't fail to punish them as soon as they were settled in. And for that, the duo held great contempt towards Freya. He tore his eyes away from her and hurried behin
Hercules walked into Cleopatra's office with a tight smile on his face, but she was too focused on going through the numerous files before her to notice him. “The Council is a big place, Cleopatra. I can't just search for someone with a whiff of their smell.” He complained, standing a little further from her. Cleopatra didn't hum, nor did she raise her head to acknowledge his words. The office was plagued with a deafening silence for the next ten minutes before she narrowed her eyes at one of the files. “With Ethan and most of the Council members breathing down my neck, I make sure to familiarize myself with what each one smells like. So I'm sure he's the one.” She said, turning the file for him to see. Hercules was a bit taken aback by her words. In that case, didn't that mean she knew what he smelt like? Cleopatra, who seemed to know what he was thinking, shook her head and tapped the file, “Wait until you have numerous people who desperately want your position.” Hercules shru
“How are you doing, Freya?” Cleopatra asked as soon as Freya walked into her office. “Are you treating me well because I'm an omega who almost got killed, or because I'm mated to three alphas?” Freya asked instead, stopping close to the desk. Cleopatra stared at her with a complex look in her eyes. “Every werewolf deserves to be treated like a person. And because you were entrusted to me.” Cleopatra said, tearing her eyes away from Freya. “Have a seat.” Freya nodded and sat down. She had woken up yesterday evening, hours after Mariah almost killed her. Her recovery surprised the healer, who didn't think she would be up anytime soon. The healer checked her vitals again and declared her fit, shocking everyone the more. But that surprise soon turned to relief. Previously, there was tension in the Council since no one knew when the three alphas would arrive in the Council. While some people thought it'd have been good for the omega to die, others were relieved she woke up. Cleopatra
The Council Coroner Room"From all indications, he drowned himself." Hercules sighed as he observed Leo's stone cold body. Cleopatra who stood opposite him wasn't buying any of it as her eyes deepened. "Leo had no reason to kill himself." "Maybe he was afraid of what you'd do to him if you found him. He probably figured out you'd kill him for eavesdropping, so he thought it was best to end his life himself. On his own terms." Hercules suggested, glancing at her. Cleopatra reached out and zipped up Leo back in the body back he was in. "His family will be coming to claim his body tomorrow. I offered to host his funeral, but they refused. Said they'd invite me to the funeral if I cared so much about Leo." "Sounds a little bit harsh. Are they in any way suspecting that you had something to do with the death of their son?" Hercules asked in amusement. "The situation may look like it was suicide, but we both know someone killed Leo and staged it to look like a suicide. Leo's family al