Freya's POV Every woman wishes to be the energy in their lover's muscles. The man who can make them feel safe, protected, and loved without tripping or stumbling, but it hurts like hell to discover that you were his weakness, not his strength.The fact that he sputtered the words showed how much he despised me for coming along and being a hindrance to his power and Might. The words kept resonating in my ears, and the scene kept washing over me like a wave. I deduced from the expressions on his face, the sadness in his voice, and the disappointment that seemed to permeate him, as if I were something unwelcome that belonged in the trash…..I guessed. I knew then that there would never be anything more between us. He will always see me as someone who ruined everything from the beginning, and of course he's right if he thinks it that way. I looked up to the sky and tears rolled down my cheeks as I sobbed silently, feeling utterly miserable with myself because this wasn't what I wa

They sneaked in like rats, crawling and tiptoeing through the shadows of Jekyll's world, an abandoned street. They were so quiet that they could have been invisible if it weren't for their footsteps crunching on the gravel beneath them. The moonlight was bright enough to see by as long as you kept your eyes low against its glare, but even then there would be no way for anyone else to notice anyone sneaking around at this hour. "Something's off ......These men were not Jekyll's bodyguards. Something's happening here, I'm certain", Trev whispered to Tig. Hearing this, Tig sniffed the air, hoping to catch a whiff of the hoodlums stationed outside Jekyll's laboratory. Unfortunately, he couldn't because he was already losing his special abilities as a result of the Alpha's Marble in Freya's belly."I'm turning to a man, dammit. I'm withering away and my strength is fading; how I wish I could grab this marble one more time "Tig bubbled up in his chest.Trev was about to make a move whe

"You don't have to do this, little boys; I'm not going to flee now that we're on the same side," Jekyll said, attempting to persuade Trevor not to handcuff him."Jerks like you shouldn't be trusted; I'd rather trust a runaway vagabond than a bloody psychopath like you," Trev snarled."And, mind you, we're not on the same side. You're my prisoner; I hope you understand what that means. It means I can blow your head off at any freaking second," Trev affirmed as he bolted the handcuffs by the car door and slammed it shut. He then turned around, his eyes blazing with rage. His face was covered in sweat from the heat of the day and anger. Bright sunlight shone down upon them, but it did nothing to ease their angst or brittle. They yearn for vengeance with an insatiable fervor, and Jekyll's blood is the only thing that can quell their fury.. Trev suggested, "My anxiety is getting the best of me. How about you go in to confuse her and I'll stay behind guarding Jekyll from running"."And wha

When he thought things were getting better, when he felt loved and ready to forget all his furies and rages, they came back upon him like a storm on a comfy day. His heart was heavy as lead. He couldn't sleep; nor eat, though he wasn't given any.His rage was fueled by the agony of the memories, which filled every direction his eyes glanced with painful memories that tore at his heart.Every single eye movement brings back memories of his late mother, her beautiful smile, and white furs that sparkle in the dark. The pleasant aroma of her hair that tickles his nose every time she embraces or kisses him goodbye before leaving for work. Her gentle touch which makes his heart skip a beat every time he feels it while clutching his little hand.The more these memories flooded his mind, the more he resented himself for being weak enough to lose such a lovely mother. And now, after all this time, this is what he's become? A man who lost everything due to his own weakness. "They're simpl

Freya's POV "What is going on with me?Oh no, where is this weird energy emanating from? "I can't control myself," I shrieked terribly out of my heart, but no one could hear me because my agitated screeching was like a roar to them. The sound echoed through the wolves' domain like a summer thunderstorm, and all they could see was me growing bigger with each passing second until I stood before their eyes at about seven feet tall. "Run, She's transforming to a primordial Lycan", I could hear their tiny screams, forcing itself into my eardrums."She's coming, run or die!" I heard one say but not too far away from me. My vision grew blurry as my fur became thicker and more vibrant than ever, while still maintaining its black coloration; even though my claws had become sharp enough for ripping flesh off bones. And then there came that terrible feeling when you're on fire, yet your body is cold...my entire form began to glow red hot, making me look like an inferno burning right in front