FREYA'S POV:Xena leaves on her own, stopping only to pat softly on my shoulders, giving an affirming squeeze on them before closing the door behind her and leaving me all alone with Silas.At first, there’s this silence, awkward and nerve-racking. I avoid his eyes while he stares blatantly at me, burning his eyes onto my face.The chilling wind blows harshly and I shiver as its cold caress my open bare arms that my flimsy pajamas cannot shield.He’s next to me in seconds, taking off his jacket and gently placing it around my shoulders.The heat and smell of it hits me hard. Comfort seeps into me, even into my bones and the cold is almost non-existent.Which is weird because normally, this jacket, as thin as a simple cotton shirt, shouldn’t be able to provide this much warmth, yet it does.I wrap it tighter around me, taking a deep inhale of the scent that drives my wolf mad and spins my sense around till I’m dizzy and only wanting to drown deeper.For a second, I forget he’s still th

FREYA'S POV: “Aww, why do I feel like I’m not welcome here?” He laughs at not just my expression, but Xena’s as well.She scoffs, looking away from him.“Sorry, was it too obvious?” I respond.He chuckles again. “Entertaining as ever.”“Ignore him. He knows how to kill the mood in every given situation.” Adam adds. “May I join you guys under this shade?”I turn to Xena immediately with pleading eyes and pouting lips.“Can he join us?”She sighs. “This wasn’t what I planned for, but I guess he can join us.”I smile excitedly, turning to Adam just as he drops right next to me, smiling back.Lucas sits right next to Adam as well, and I glare at him instantly.“Thought you got the message earlier?”“Well, I wouldn’t want to leave now. This seems fun.” Lucas responds.“Do whatever you want. It’s not like you ever bothered about what other people think,” Xena says now.“Thank you for noticing. It’s a skill I’m very proud of.” He quips.Xena ignores him now, looking away but it’s obvious fr

FREYA'S POV:He’s so close, and I can feel his breath brush my cheek lightly. Discomfort is an understatement with the way my back is bent backward in an attempt to lean away from this stupid asshole.I growl menacingly, shoving him away while I stand up on my two feet.“Clearly, you’re delusional. Why on earth would I fancy you enough to create the impression that I do?”“You act like you don’t want me and tease me purposely. I’ve noticed it since the first day you joined my class."He goes on his feet as well, coming over to me despite how much resistance I give off. The way he stalks slowly puts me on high alert.“That could have just been me genuinely not thinking you’re shit and trying to avoid you as much as I can.”“That’s not possible.” He chuckles like it’s a joke, which it’s not. “You love me.”He takes another step closer, and I growl more fiercely, baring my fangs at him. This is just taking narcissistic delusion to another level.Somehow, he’s concocted this bizarre id

FREYA'S POV:“Fuck.” He groans painfully, panting just as fast as I am.I dig my claws into his clothed back, crying out loud from the sudden intense pleasure.“Silas…” I cry, feeling a bit of wetness in my eyes.“You’re so fucking wet.” He groans, digging his face into my neck again, taking in a big whiff of my scent. “You’re driving me crazy.”I ignore his words, seeking my own pleasure. I waste no time grinding back against his fingers that are just barely scratching the itch inside me.I force them to go deeper before pulling away and forcing my hips forward again, getting that mind fucking friction.“Shit.” He growls, biting on his lower lips as he watches my hips grind on his fingers.He pushes another in and my body convulses again, vibrating as my pleasure begins peaking. This time, he thrusts into my cunt on his own, saving me from the agonizing want bubbling in me.The speed picks up, and I can hear the squelching from core.“I need you, please…” I plead again, wanting mor

FREYA'S POV:Just when I’m absolutely certain she’s asleep, I slide out of the heavy duvet covers, tiptoeing to the balcony door and step out.The cold icy wind hits me right in the face, and I’m grateful that I have Silas’ jacket draped over me.Is it stealing if someone gives you their jacket and they never ask for it back, nor do you remind them about it?Nah.I slowly shut the door behind me, moving over to the edge and staring down.“How did he do this again?” I ask myself, pondering on if I could really leap off the ledge and land safely without breaking a few bones.The more I look down at the height, the more I grow nauseous and doubt myself, pondering on giving up on my late night quest. But alas, Freya is no quitter.I slowly and carefully climb up to the ledge, taking in deep breaths. Anyone that spots me now would think I’m suicidal from the way I stand with my hands outstretched sideways for balance.Before I can talk myself out of it, I leap downward with eyes tightly