Staring at Freya for a full minute without her saying anything, Dante reached for her pocket and retrieved the pancakes.
"Hmm, you are not only a daughter of the weak pack but also a thief. How should I punish you? Tell dad? Or--"Kneeling, "please," sobbing, "do anything else to me, but don't tell your father. Please, Dante. He will kill me.""And what makes you think that I wouldn't kill you?"She didn't respond."Okay, since I am feeling great today. Carry on with your house chores. I will look for a befitting punishment to serve you later."Freya kept kneeling, not moving an inch. She didn't like the sound of that. It was better for Dante to take out his anger and do whatever he felt like to her; pull her hair, multitask her, have her stay outside in the cold, or just take her to a corner where he would beat her up. But not just later. Later meant that he might have something mischievous. Something worse, and he wouldn't be the only one carrying it out. His friends would be there."Didn't you hear me? Get out!"Not having much of a choice, Freya stood and ran off.From one chore to the other, the day finally came to an end for Freya. Not having anything in her stomach since morning made her stomach grumble loudly. She carried out her routine check to see if there were leftovers and to her dismay, not even a piece of bad bread was left. All the bins had been cleared out. This must be Dante's doing. He knew very well that was where Freya ate from.With a tired body and a hungry stomach, she dragged herself back to the attic, which was where she slept.Her body could hardly carry her as she dragged her feet, one step at a time with her eyelids weak, finding it hard to stay open. Finally, she was able to get to the only quiet space she had. No one came to the attic because of the stories that made rounds among the wolves. It was nothing more than a rumor. But, it was believed that the Luna, Alpha Hero's Luna, had died in the attic. The cause of her death was still a mystery. So many things about the late Luna were a mystery. Maybe that was why they gave Freya the space. Because it was rejected and held a sad memory.Immediately she made her way up to the squeaky ladder and switched on the light, it was a nightmare before her sight. She slouched to the floor, her palms covering her face, and began weeping. It turned out that the entire place had been tampered with. Tampered was even a kind word. Her place was destroyed.The cracked mirror that she often used to fix herself and check where she had sustained injuries was broken to pieces. Her clothes were shredded and so was her sleeping sheet. The few books she used at school were ripped apart, page by page. The entire place was covered with water as if the roof had been taken off, and it rained directly into the room.Now her problems were doubled. No food to eat and no place to sleep in.Too tired to continue crying, she curled into a ball despite the cold water slapping against her skin as she tried to sleep off.*********Three years later…"Hurry, honey, you will be late!" A male voice urged the female still trying to fix herself one last time. "You look great already. Remember, this deal is important."Comfortable with her looks, she dragged her purse and gave her boyfriend a quick kiss on the lips. " I love you as big as those fat checks I am going to receive today.""Really? Freya Parrish, your love for me is equivalent to a check. Such material comparison.""Oh, spare me, babe. You know I love you load," she gave him a floor-sweeping smile and hurried out of their luxurious apartment."Take the Lamborghini with you," he shouted.********"No, no, no, no, not today. You can't do this to me today!" But the car died anyway. It throbbed onto the shoulder of the empty highway, bucked twice, and gurgled to silence."Aw, damn it." Freya's four-inch heels landed on the pavement, followed by tanned legs and a long-tight-black dress. She glared down at the car, the Oklahoma wind tugging her auburn hair out of its careful loose-wavy bun.Of all days, the Lamborghini for no reason decided to mess up. Freya jammed her hands on her hips and skewered the car with her enraged stare. 'Take the Lamborghini,' her boyfriend, Jake, had said. It was a big day and Jake wanted everything to be perfect for her.Freya, who would on a normal day, have refused, only agreed because the client who flew in from Russia liked exotic cars. And if she secured this deal, her commission could be enormous. If she could get there.Freya kicked one of the tires in rage and then danced back. Her shoes were expensive, but that still hurt.Perfect. Jake could be generous-and he had the filthy richness to do it but he also forgot little details like making sure that cars were in good condition."His adorable highness can just come and get me, then." Freya went around to the passenger side of the car and leaned in through the open window to grab her cell phone from her purse.Today. This had to happen today. Still bent into the car, she punched numbers with her thumb, but the phone made a beeping noise that indicated it was out of range."No freaking way." Freya backed out of the car and raised the phone high. "Come on. Find me a signal."Oddly, she felt uneasy. Like someone was behind her and when she turned, no one was there. Was she being watched? That felt so creepy.As she got out of the car, he saw him. The man stood about twelve feet from the car, not on the road, but in the tall Oklahoma grass beside it. The grass had flowers growing in a line and this being summer, the grass was also a nice vivid green.It wasn't every day that a girl with trouble had the liberty of seeing someone with a T-shirt standing by the side of the road, watching her.Watching her. His eyes were fixed on Freya, not in an abnormal way, but looking at her intensely. Like mind readers, would focus when they wanted to read minds.He wasn't scruffy like a creepy person, either. His face was shaved, his body and clothes clean, jeans mud-free despite his having walked through the field. And he must have walked through the field because she sure hadn't seen him on the road.His hair. . . Freya blinked as the strong sunshine caressed his sleek hair, reminding her of a certain boy who used to have the same hair. Only that, this one was a bit longer. No freaking way. Could this be him? Dante Ian?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 s
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