He got into the car as Freya slid into the driver's seat, inches away from him.
Her fingers ran over the steering wheel as she made a competent U-turn on the still-empty road, she drove, somewhat slowly, back toward Tulsa.After what happened to Freya, she developed an overly kind heart. To her, she vowed never to be the source of another person's pain or sadness. Whosoever she came across, got a piece of her bright spirit that shared happiness and love. Freya stayed away from anything that could trigger her panic attack or remind her of who she was before she earned her freedom.Freya attempted to talk to him. She liked to chatter, this female. The stranger was fine with sitting back and listening to her, scenting her and watching her.As they neared the city and the road started getting busier, Freya lifted her cell phone and called her boss. She explained she'd be late, then held the phone from her ear while a male voice on the other end spoke loudly in an unfamiliar accent.Freya rolled her eyes at the stranger and smiled, unworried. "He is a sweet man. Just don't piss him off or make excuses for being late," she said, clicking off the phone. "I wish that everyone was as easygoing as him."Freya laughed, her red mouth opening. She had metamorphosed into an elegant, beautiful woman. Not staring at her would be difficult for any man. She was the true definition of a pretty damsel. The stranger leaned in closer to her, not hard to do in this little compartment in the name of a car, and brushed his scent onto her.She glanced at him, again with the puzzlement of knowing something had happened, but not sure what. "It's dangerous for a woman to give strange men rides. I wonder why I'm not worried about you."Because you're my mate. "Because you are helping me out for a good cause. I need you."Drumming her long slender fingers on the wheel, "hmm, that sounds creepy. You say the nicest things in a very unsafe and suspicious way. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that you were someone from my past up to no good."Wasn't he from her past? She was too relaxed about him and it was so dangerous. Why would she throw away all her etiquette of handling strangers and not trusting people easily? For all she knew, this stranger could inflict real harm on her. And what would she do? Fight him off with her heels?This stranger was a dangerous one from Freya's past, one she wouldn't appreciate ever speaking to if she learned the truth. But for her, it was a little gut in her feeling that was trying to warn her that this wouldn't end well for any of them. No, it was even going to be a day she wished she had run in the opposite direction immediately she set her eyes on this beautiful sin in the form of a well-endowed man.The presence of this stranger awoke Freya's wolf needs. It has never happened. The craving to mate until they both passed out from exhaustion was there. Don't get her wrong, Freya had a healthy sexual appetite. But, it has never gotten this strong for any reason. She enjoyed her moments with Jake. It was fun and filled with a lot of role-plays. She just wanted to have a feel for this stranger. Him inside her, doing things to her body. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why was she thinking about this kind of thing? This was mentally cheating on Jake, and it was unfair.Freya kept up the conversation through midtown traffic and up the south close to Jake's apartment."I can haul you a taxi to continue your journey from here. It would be safer and closer to your destination.""I don't mind following you to drop off the car."Freya gave the stranger a once overlook, briefly thought about it, and agreed. The idea was foolish. Well, what harm could he possibly cause in the environment she was familiar with? She continued the drive and finally arrived at a driveway that led into an enormous house. Freya parked the car and got out, and the stranger followed her.Gates on either side of the house led to the backyard, and Freya opened one, beckoning the stranger to follow. He got in front of her and went through the gate first, his wolf sense urging him to make sure the way was safe for him to encroach.The backyard overlooked the spectacular beauty of the ocean. Very serene, with only two houses at the far end, where they equally had a view of this one. By the side of the ocean, close to the end of the house's extension, parked a private yacht. Glass stairs ran from the end of the building to the balcony. A row of glass windows lined the back of the house, but the glare of the sun and the tint of the windows kept outsiders from seeing inside. The stranger felt uneasy being there. He knew the truth. He wasn't supposed to run into her. Head back and prepare to take what's his. What will help him gain back his powers? Or, allow her to find out who he was and ruin everything. The latter wasn't an option he should take. As they took the stairs and approached the entrance, they met a middle-aged woman in a maid's outfit. Freya looked astonished when she saw her. "Who are you?" She questioned.The stranger sensed the increase in Freya's pulse."I am the new maid. The old one got fired this morning.""Where's Jake?""He's in his study.""I can't believe he didn't discuss this with me," Freya mumbled, storming towards Jake's study. "Ma'am, I don't think you can go in. He is occupied," the maid tried to stop him."Don't mess with me. Who are you to tell me what I can and can't do in my house? I don't mean to be rude. Leave the way," Freya fumed.The maid gave way for Freya to gain access to the house.Freya reached for the handle of one of the glass doors.The stranger tried to get around Freya to enter the house first, but she was swift. She was opening the door and walking inside before the stranger could stop her, and he had to settle for following a step behind her.What the stranger smelled inside the house wasn't dangerous. However. It was anxiety and happiness.He saw why when he and Freya rounded a wall behind which stretched a huge kitchen. Cabinetry in a dove gray wood filled the walls, and the long counters were shiny granite. It was clean in here, with no dishes cluttering the counters, no one cooking something that smelled good, and no chatter and laughter as a meal was prepared.As they got to the sitting room which maintained the same color pattern as the kitchen, it was adorned with balloons of different colors, a big billboard reading 'MARRY ME,' and a man kneeling with an open box of a diamond ring."Freya, will you be my forever?" Jake said with a pounding heart. "I don't need any more proof to know that you are meant for me. I love and cherish you, Freya. Complete my existence by marrying me, baby," Jake proposed."Oh, baby." Screaming, "yes. Jake." Shaking her head vigorously, "she leaned down and passionately kissed her boyfriend, now fiancé, on the lips."Now I can breathe. Thought you would have rejected the proposal," Jake let out a burst of nervous laughter before standing to his feet. He removed the thirty-carat Cartier cushion-cut black and platinum diamond ring and placed it on Freya's finger. "It fits perfectly.""And must have cost a fortune, too." Freya kissed Jake again. "This is beautiful." She looked at her mind-blowing ring with so much happiness that made her cheeks red. "How were you able to put this together?""The thing is, I didn't plan to have you back until later. When the maid notified me that you were back, I just had to hurry up the process.""We will talk about this new inclusion later on."The stranger stepped in front of Freya, trying to put his massive body between her and the scene. For the first time, Jake noticed the stranger. "Who is that?" There was a shock in his tone.The stranger was fuming and angry. Although it wasn't his place to feel bad, he couldn't help but feel that way.Oh, sorry, babe. This is my friend, Karl." She lied. It would be unbelievable that she invited a nameless stranger into her home. Who would believe that madness?"Nice to meet you. I am Jake. Her fiancé," Jake, stretched out his hand for a shake.The stranger glared at Jake, turned to Freya and said, "nice to see that you have done well with your life after these years, daughter of the bitch pack!" He spat.Saying that Freya froze. Her suspicion has been finally confirmed. Did she just take the biggest risk of her life? Would she survive this? She should have smelled this danger and followed her instincts. After all these years, chaos still caught up with her.After moments of absolute silence mixed with overwhelming emotions, Freya couldn't function. Everything just momentarily stopped existing before her."Freya?" Jake called out with a little voice, but got no response. "Freya?" He called out a second time. Making the tone harsher this time around.Jolting, "yes.""What is happening here? Who did you let into my house? What the fuck is going on? Say something, Freya!"Freya's anguish hit her in a series of waves. Shock, anger, and then a pain so harsh the edge of it hurt her."Dante?" She let out slowly. "You bastard! You dare show your disgusting face to me after all these years? After what you and your family put me through? You dare disguise as a stranger to gain access to me? Why couldn't I instantly recognize you?"Dante reached for her, but Freya snatched up her hand and swung away, blinded. She ran from the room, out of the house, and back into the sunshine.The house's windows let Jake trace her footsteps through the backyard and
With nothing else in her mind except frustration, anger, hatred, and bitterness, Freya drove the highest limit she has ever used in a car. She gripped the steering wheel a bit too tight that her knuckles turned white. She couldn't believe that the devil's son had to catch up with her after everything they did to her. She wasn't running away because she couldn't stand up to Dante. But because she would have murdered someone due to all the emotions she felt at the moment."Cruel bastard!" she screamed into thin air while tears streamed down her beautiful face. Talk about the world being unfair. Now, she was unable to get to her job because her emotions were all over the place. Secondly, her mind played tricks on her by vividly reminding her of all the negativity she tried so hard to fight off after the abuse she suffered at the hands of the Blood Moon Pack. If Dante dared to show his face, it meant that trouble was lurking.Freya kept going until she came to a quiet beach. The beautifu
Dante had the scent of Freya stuck in his head. He could also sense her heartbeat. So, he had all the requirements to find her. He needed to bond with her before he went back to his pack. This entire trouble started three months ago. The reason he had to take the huge risk of coming to the human world.On his father's deathbed, he initiated Dante into the Alphahood and warned that no other person should take his place except Dante. A few days after the transition ceremony Alpha Hero died leaving Dante to occupy the throne. Happily, everyone coronated him and waited for the announcement of whom he has chosen to be his Luna. Unfortunately, on the day he was to reveal his alpha powers which will aid in the completion of the ceremony, the moon goddess equally appeared. To the displeasure of Dante, goddess Cora selected a mate for him which was no other person than Freya.One would say that the gods sorted for a befitting way to punish him, which was by pairing him with one girl he hated th
By the time Freya realized what was happening, it was already lost and somehow, she ended up in the woods. Thick, dark wood filled with pines, trees, and shrubs. She was sure that something was leading her there. She couldn't control the pull. Whatever that was drawing to that particular wood, it was strong.By now, she was much of herself but felt the pain in her feet. Torn skin and fatigue. She looked like an abandoned daughter in an unfamiliar environment.Fear gripped her, and she clutched herself, tracing to find the exit from the wood. Her mind kept wandering to the ample possibility of Dante finding her. She knew better why that selfish jerk would want any connection that has to do with her. The entire incident was starting to become more vivid, and the message from the moon goddess was clearer. This all must be some kind of big joke. She can't be humiliated twice. First when she was a girl and now, this? Never! She rather lives on the stance of always having to watch her back t
Freya thought hard and good to call Jake and apologize for running off. Organizing thoughts of what to say to him. She just wanted to hear his voice and get some kind of comfort from him. Freya knew that talking to Jake will calm her anger and give her lots of support. After all these years, he was still her go-to. Jake has always been patient with her. Standing by her and teaching her most of the things she knew. Deep down in Freya's gut, something told her that she wouldn't end up with this Angel called Jake. Her shifter's side and the terrible rules of her world would come in between them. She'd attempted to go see her boss's wife. With her, Freya could pour out her heart and find sympathy, but also sage, clear-eyed advice. She knew the world, and she'd tell Freya what to do. Except she hadn't been home. If Freya had stopped to think about it, she would have realized that. She was at the gallery helping her husband because Freya wasn't there for the big exhibit opening. Her boss w
He has to. It has been tormenting him ever since his attack in the woods. He needs to completely transform once more so that he can heal.It was a disadvantage for Dante because he hadn't bonded with his mate. If he had claimed her, his shifter side would be balanced. Isn't it funny? When you think that you have it all and then, you find out that fate has been silently laughing at your pride all along. Because, never for once, did Dante think that he would need a fragile, irrelevant slave and daughter of the enemy pack. Now, he needed her more than she needed him.If he got a glimpse of the future and knew the plan of the Moon Goddess, maybe he wouldn't have allowed her freedom. Or, watched her as she ran through the woods that night, scared for her life and lonely.He had been fighting it all night and was going to lose at the end. His battle was as futile as a woman feeling the first pangs of menstruation and deciding it was an inconvenient time to begin the process. Nature wins out
His eyes stared back at him. He curled his lips back and snarled at himself. White fangs flashed on the metalHe was a wolf, a 130-pound wolf with pale blond fur or, safe to say, white fur because they were the pure breed. The only part of him that remained were his eyes, sparking with a cold intelligence and a simmering ferocity that could never be mistaken for anything but human. But now, they were more advanced than humans because they were sharper and could see through anything.He looked around, inhaling the scents of the city again. He was nervous there. Feeling threatened and exposed. It was too close to where anyone could see a lost animal and raise an alarm because it reeked of humans. He must be careful to find out whatever triggered his wolf apart from his healing process. If he was seen, he would be mistaken for a dog, a large mixed breed. A dog that size wouldn't be seen as cute at all. It was a threat.He headed for the back of the laneway and sought a path through the h
Finally, Freya arrived at her fiancée's apartment. Entering the house, she met a very anxious Jake, who had worry and sadness written all over his face."I can't believe you hired guards to search for me," Freya nagged, throwing her arms around Jake's neck. "I am sorry," she apologized before drowning him in a pool of passionate kisses. They only broke it off when both of them were panting out of suffocation.Jake was speechless. Only staring deep into Freya's eyes and holding her shoulders like she was a fragile thing that would shatter if he let go.Jake cupped her face, rubbing his thumbs along her cheekbones. Not speaking, just gazing down into her eyes. "Are you hurt?" He finally managed to ask."Not at all. How about you?" Freya asked, leading Jake to an empty couch. "Are you hurt?""No." Sighing, "what was all that? Who was the guy and why did you run off?" Jake bombarded her with questions."Did Dante hurt anyone else?" Freya asked, her anger rising. She knew Dante didn't leave