She knew she should be afraid. A strange guy giving her the chilly remembrance of one person, she would do anything to have his memory erased from her head.
This guy with his stupid perfect hair popping out of nowhere, staring at her like he was about to devour her, should terrify her. But it didn't.He hadn't been there when Freya had first stopped and climbed out of the car. He must have arrived when she'd bent over to get the phone, which meant he'd seen every bit of her round backside hugged by her skintight dress.This stretch of road was deserted. Eerily so. The streets in this area were always packed, but once outside the city, it was possible to find long stretches of highway empty of traffic, such as the one Freya drove down to get to the company every day.There was no one out here, no one speeding along the straight road to rescueher. No one but herself in a now-rumpled dress that wouldn't make quite the impression she had hoped on her business partner. And, the tall man stared at her from the grass."Hey!" Freya shouted at him. "You know how to fix a car?" Not having much of a choice, she either approached the stranger or, sacrificed, her big day.Getting no response from the fine stranger, Freya gathered all the courage she had left and began stomping toward the stranger. Getting to where he stood, the images of Dante flashed through Freya's head. It was no joke that this weird stranger gave her a worrying feeling and reminded her so much of Dante. She could still recognize the Dante in question when she sets her eyes on him. Or, could she not? Has it been that long already since his face had slowly begun fading away with each day that passed by? Maybe Freya was doing a good job of forgetting everyone who caused her pain."Hi." She said sharply. "Do you know how to fix a car?" She asked again.The stranger gave her a scrutinizing look from her hair to her toes. Instead of a response, his eyes seemed to have been penetrating Freya's soul, baring out what she was thinking."Okay, I think I just encountered a deaf and dumb person," she mumbled to herself, careful not to say it to the hearing of the composed stranger.Meanwhile, the stranger was neither deaf nor dumb. He was just mesmerized by such beauty and shocked to have met someone on the lonely road.This was his favorite spot to get away from all the noise. He would often lay on the grass, taking time to appreciate nature while inhaling the cool air and listening to absolute quietness. Not until it wasn't so quiet anymore.The fierce lady with a broken car had stirred something in him. Something like hope, connection, and power. Why it happened, he still couldn't tell.Freya threw up her hands in annoyance and hurried back to her car. She had no idea what to do and whom to call. Walking to the company wasn't even an option. Beyond the car angering her, she was more infuriated by the quiet stranger.Although, he'd left his clothes hidden behind a little rise at the side of this road. He was supposed to head back to join the others soonHe'd dressed, walked around the rise to the road. . . and saw a fine backside sticking out of a bright, beautiful car. The backside was covered in tight expensive fabric, showing off nothing but beautiful long legs. Shoes that rose and made those legs look even shapelier.Not able to take it anymore, the stranger walked to Freya, earning an astonishing look as he did so.He wanted to get a closer look at her. He couldn't get enough of her fresh scent. A mixture of Vanilla and seductive cologne intoxicated him. The scent of a mate he was denied."Can you pop the hood for me?" he spoke for the first time, his voice very deep and hoarse.For a couple of seconds, Freya just stared wide-eyed. Oh, he could talk. And she regretted making the comments she made earlier."I don't know," she said, frustrated. "This car is different from anything I usually drive. Hang on, let me check." Her voice was a sweet little melodic sound, not too heavy. A light touch, enough to make warmth crawl through the stranger's veins and go straight to his cock.Freya found a catch and worked the hood open, then dusted off her hands and peered at the inner workings without comprehension. "Expensive car, my ass." She scowled at it. "Expensive just means more trouble."The stranger looked inside. The layout was much different from the cars he was used to. Not that he had seen many anyway. But, he knew a thing or two about different cars."Got a socket wrench?"When he looked up at Freya, he saw her staring at him from behind the sunglasses. "Your eyes," she said. "They're. . . Beautiful." Not able to contain her doubts, "have I seen you before? You look oddly familiar." She blurted out."Oddly familiar," he chuckled. "You know me," he said almost in a whisper."Know You? Elaborate," she pressed."In time. Just with time," he said, with a distasteful look on his face that quickly disappeared as soon as it appeared on his face. It was so fast that Freya barely noticed.The stranger turned away before her scent convinced him to press her back against the side of the car and hold her to himself. That fantasy would be short-lived because she looked like someone who could very well handle herself.She opened the back of the car and found a toolbox, which did have a set of socket wrenches. He took one and reached inside the car, looking for the silence within himself that would lead him to the problem. He seemed to be able to sense what was wrong with engines, and how to coax them back to life. He couldn't explain how he did it-he only knew that cars and trucks didn't watch him or fear him, and he could see what was wrong when others couldn't.Hopefully, he can also see what others don't see in Freya.As he worked, the neckline of his T-shirt slid down, baring the deep cut that ran around his throat that had healed up.Freya unintentionally bent over to him, the top of her dress dangerously open, the warmth of her touching his cheek.“Holy shit,” she said. “You're a warrior. A werewolf at that.”“Yes. How did you know?”“Let's just say my intuition is sharp,” Freya said, covering up her shocked expression.Of course, she knew. Years of staying with werewolves of different breeds made her familiar with all the species, even if they took human forms. Why would a werewolf be in Oklahoma City? Why would she be seeing one after all these years? The presence of one was eerie to her. She lifted her sunglasses and stared at him. Her eyes were clear blue, flecked with a little brown.She stared at him frankly, in open curiosity, and fear that made her heart drum.Of course, she was afraid of a tribe that drove her out of her home. She wanted nothing to do with her past. The presence of them
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
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