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 here was absolute bad news for everyone.There was a sacrifice that came with the freedom of a slave from the BloodMoon pack. One she didn't know of. One that tampered with memories of outcasts until an Alpha of the pack unlocked that frozen memory.Nobody knew except the Alpha's lineage. It was a golden secret, passed down from generation to generation. As golden as their freedom rule.This was responsible for her Déjà vu effect. This was why she couldn't recognize him. But somehow, her memory knew him. He looked like she had seen him in her dreams, hunting her every night. Yet, a small conscious part of her longed to be near her 'kind.' She longed for that closeness. She just wanted to be accepted. But, was it that easy?The stranger met her gaze, unblinking. Her eyes widened the slightest bit, as though she realized something had happened between them, but she didn't know what.She restored her sunglasses and straightened up. “I've never seen your breed aroundbefore. I didn't know that you were allowed out of the pack house to roam around freely. Or, has the rules changed?”The stranger picked up the wrench with one hand and moved the other to the timing belt chain, which had come loose from the gear. “We're allowed.”The repair needed both delicacy and strength, but the stranger finished quickly, leaning inside and letting his fingers know what to do. He backed out and closed the toolbox. “Start it now.”Freya eagerly rushed to the car, slid inside, and cranked it to life. She emerged again, leaving the car running, while the stranger scanned a few more things.“The timing belt will hold for now, but the whole shaft is worn out and could break. Take the car home and don't use it again until it's fixed.”“Terrific. Jake is going to kill me.”The stranger didn't know who Jake was and didn't much care. He carried the toolbox to the back for her and closed the small trunk, then returned to close the hood.He found her smiling at him on the other side of the trunk as it came down.“You're somewhat amazing, you know that?" she asked. "So what were you doing out in that field? Being far from home could be distressing. Does your Alpha know of your absence?"He let his lips twitch. "I doubt that," Stranger simply said."Very funny. I've never met a wolf with such boldness. I like rule-breakers. Call it a clue, but, I think you are one. A badass at that. Anyway, you're a lifesaver. I'm Freya, by the way." She stuck out her hand, then pulled it back from his now-greasy one. "Hang on. I think there are some wipes in here."Freya leaned in through the passenger window again. The stranger stood still and enjoyed watching her, and when she straightened, she knew he'd been looking."Like what you see?" she asked, her voice holding a challenge.The stranger saw no reason to lie. "Yes," he said."You are straightforward." Freya pulled out two damp wipes for him.The stranger took them and wiped them off his hands. Wet wipes were unfamiliar to him. He got into the city to find someone, and this was his second day of being exposed to unimportant things. Not that he didn't know about the basic things, but, he was hardly used to them. "You need a ride into Oklahoma?" Freya asked. "It's still two hours from here to my company, so I'd better take this car back to Jake's and not risk it. Jake loves this car. My boss is going to kill me, but I'm so late now, it's not going to matter.""Yes."Freya sent him a wide smile. "Yes, you want a ride? Or are you just being polite while I rant?""The ride." He hadn't intended to go further. Just stay at a safe distance and observe the city while laying in wait for his mate. He wasn't going to risk losing her over protecting himself, since he was unfamiliar with the environment. "Man of few words. I like it. Jake, my boyfriend, can talk on and on and on about his family, his business, his day, and his life-Jake. His favorite topic. He keeps the environment lively."Stranger stopped. "Boyfriend.""Yes? You know, someone you are dating hoping it will lead to both of you being engaged and eventually getting married"The stranger wadded up the now-dirty wipes in his big hands. "I didn't know you'd have a boyfriend. Moreover, I know what it means.""You still didn't tell me your name." Freya pressed. "You do look familiar."The stranger opened the door of the running car as though he hadn't heard her. "Get in. I thought you had places to be at.""I know. I know. Jake's house is a few miles drive away from the city. I can take you halfway and get you a taxi to complete your journey.""Why are you dating him?"Freya's eyes went wide. "That is an absurd question." She took a few seconds to gather her words. Shrugging, "he completes me. I am happy and understand the word love only with Jake. When I am away from him, nothing matters until he comes back. Jake is my world."Yes, she was in love. Jake rescued her when she almost gave up on life. He gave her peace of mind and didn't judge her. The Stranger scented the confidence and her steady body language, which gave away the truth. The stranger felt a pang in his gut. This was going to be more than he bargained for.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
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