“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
As the day got darker, Finn rounded up lessons for the day. Freya glanced at the spot Sarah sat, but was surprised to see she was no longer there. Her eyes flew to the door, where she saw Sarah's familiar back. She got up immediately and headed towards it, but someone stepped in her way. “Freya.” Mendoza forced on a smile as soon as Freya looked at her. “Fancy seeing you here after the unfortunate accident.” “My accident shouldn't be the reason for me to slack off.” Freya replied, giving up on catching up with Sarah. She'd just wait until she got back to their room. “Who is this, Freya?” Mariah asked, placing a hand on Freya's shoulder. However, she was forced to take off the hand when Freya glanced at her and the hand. Nevertheless, she still introduced herself to Mendoza, “Hello, I'm Mariah Armstrong. Freya's sister, different mothers, and I'm the future Luna of my pack.” “Your name doesn't ring a bell. What pack are you from?” Mendoza asked upon realizing she didn't know the
For the next three months, the two girls who everyone thought were sworn enemies, spent most of their time together.They ate together, trained together and hung out together. It was an unexpected sight for many, but an entertaining sight for people like Cleopatra and Ethan. As the duo stood in a room watching them, Ethan turned to Cleopatra, “I never would've believed those two would ever be this close. Does that mean there's hope for us?” “I'd rather kill myself than entertain the thought of us ever being close.” Cleopatra responded coldly. Ethan chuckled and closed the blind when the person they were watching was out of sight. Although Freya was walking alone and was on her phone, everyone who came across her knew the person she was texting was no other than Mendoza. “Leo Patrick's funeral is today. Do you plan to attend?” Ethan asked, glancing at Cleopatra. “He was my assistant. Even if no one says it, my presence is mandatory. And since I'll be going because the deceased wor
Freya stayed behind to train long after the rest of her team left. Because she attended a party Mendoza invited her to last night, she had stayed up all night and didn't have the time to sleep. So while her team trained, she spent the day sleeping. "You can continue tomorrow, Freya. Or you'll just end up wearing out yourself." Hercules, whose team if was, said when he saw her training on his way out of the training house. "I spent most of the afternoon napping, master. Also, having the training house all to myself gives me a certain kind of thrill." Freya revealed, briefly pausing her training. Hercules stared at her for a while before he shrugged, "Take it easy. Goodnight." Freya waited for him to leave before she got up on her feet. Standing in front of the stuffed punching bag in the shape of a man, she spent the next thirty minutes punching it effortlessly. "If you use that stance to fight in the combat tournament, your opponent will have a field day breaking your ribs." A fam
“Have you heard? The three true alphas are back. People are saying they returned because their presence is a mandatory one whenever the combat tournament is being held. But we all know they usually send their betas to represent them. Their coming this time is simple, to see their omega mate.” The master of the team, Mendoza was in, said, as they walked to the training house allocated to them early the next morning. His name was Ryan Patrick.l, Leo Patrick's elder brother and a master who taught the younger generations self-defense. He had been away for a long time taking care of tasks given to him by Cleopatra. But when he heard of his brother's death, he was granted permission to return by Cleopatra. He naturally had to choose his students when he heard of the combat tournament. And as fate would have it, Mendoza Barnes was one of them. Besides that, he had also heard some interesting rumors and came to the undiluted conclusion that the omega had something to do with his brother's
"This was outside. It has the name Marinette Hutchins on it. I think they've got the wrong wroom." Freya said, walking into the room with a letter she saw outside.Her roommate got up from her bed and walked up to her. Without a word, she snatched the letter from Freya and returned to her bed. As she opened the letter, she thought it wise to say, "I'm Marinette Hutchins. Although it's hard to believe you don't know my name despite the fact we've been sharing the same room for more than three months." Freya glanced at her and shrugged, "Back at Blackwood Pack, people treated me like I was invisible. Being the center of attraction and learning names is still something new to me." "Learning the name of your roommate doesn't seem that difficult. Even if you don't like me." Marinette frowned as she briefly glanced at her. Then she turned and, laid on her back and holding up the letter. Freya intended to say something when her phone chimed. So she abandoned what she wanted to say and re
No sooner had Ryan and Mendoza walked away did a figure emerge from the darkness. He stood at a distance as he stared at the unconscious Freya. “I'm afraid there was an added ingredient to the bourbon.” Another man said, appearing beside him. The man walked up to Freya and bent over to take the empty bourbon bottle. He took it close to his nose and smelt it before he nodded in conviction. “Suro. They added sure to it.” Since it usually took more than ten bottles of bourbon to get a werewolf in his or her prime drunk, suro was an added ingredient made by werewolves to get them drunk faster. They often used it when they were sad and needed to forget about their problem for the time being. It did work, but one of its adverse side effects was that it stayed long in the body. Which usually leads to a really long and deep slumber by the one who took it. Mendoza knew of Freya's weak body, but because she didn't want anything to jeopardize her plan, she made sure to add suro to the bour