“I don't understand why she has to go away.” Alexander outrightly stated his dissatisfaction when he was told the reason for the Council members' visit. “Having a mate isn't surprising, but having three is unaccounted for. Worse still, it was the daughter of a beta or the daughter of an alpha, but it was an omega.” Said the representative of the three members sent by the Council. During the course of their conversation, Freya had picked out their names. The representative, who was the only woman among the three of them, went by the name Cleopatra Chapman. Her father was one of the Alphas in the Council, or so Freya thought. After all, her father had to be someone important for her to get to be the Council's representative.Cleopatra was tall, about 5'8, lean, but not extremely and had a fair skin tone. She tied up her black hair into a ponytail and had the habit of tapping the floor a little too often. All this, Freya had noticed because she was bored and didn't want to bother herse
“Is this like a school or something?” Freya couldn't resist asking as numerous people, who seemed to be her age, walked past them. They had this bitchy look in their eyes. A look Freya didn't need an explanation for since Cleopatra had said something about the children here being that of Alphas, Betas and all the high-ranking positions. “Werewolves don't need secular education like humans. They are trained to be skilled in combat.” Cleopatra merely replied as she stopped in front of a door, slid a card in front of it before it clicked open. She pushed it further and walked in, so did Freya. Inside, a blondie watered her plants but paused and turned around when she heard the door open. “This is your roommate.” Cleopatra wasted no time in introducing them. “I'm Sarah Bennett. What's your name?” Freya's roommate introduced herself, extending her hand for a handshake. However, instead of accepting the handshake, Freya looked at it for a long time before she took a step backward, her
“There used to be four of us in a room. Then some renovation happened, and more rooms were cleared. Now we have a big, beautiful room to ourselves. Isn't that wonderful!” Sarah said in excitement as she finished her dinner. She kept the plate beside her, only to look up to see Freya staring at her in fixation. “What is it?”“Aren't we going to take the plate to the kitchen?” Freya asked, glancing at her empty plate. “There are people for that.” Sarah replied, waving her aside before she recalled Freya was an omega, which meant she probably did stuff like this in her old pack. Sure enough, she raised her eyes again to see Freya looking at her blankly. “Don't get me wrong. It's often used as punishment for misbehaving. So, whoever is coming to take our plates isn't someone with a low rank. It might even be an upcoming Alpha.” Sarah joked, but there was still no crack on Freya's expression. “I was talking down on you or anything.” “I know. I just recalled something important.” Freya
Freya fell to the ground like a bag of stone, only that this stone groaned in pain when she came in contact with the bare floor. She got up immediately and wiped the corners of her lips, which had burst open during her training with Mendoza. Mendoza smiled in satisfaction. Everyone knew she was using the opportunity to get even with Freya. But still, Finn didn't look like he planned to stop the training any time soon.“Get moving, Armstrong! You'll be killed as soon as you become Luna if you can't even guard against hits from someone who's helping you train!” Finn yelled coldly, and the hair on the back of Freya's neck stood. She raised her fists to her face and tightened them, her eyes following Mendoza's every move. “You're not the only one who has to be trained, Armstrong! Make a move or condemn yourself to being a weak Luna!” Finn's voice came up again, this time, closer to Freya's ears as he suddenly appeared behind her back. Freya clenched her jaw tightly, her eyes drooping.
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