Semua Bab The Twin Curse: Rebirth Of The Forsaken : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Everything was cold.Dark. Silent.Freya opened her eyes, but all she saw was black. The kind of black that swallowed everything. She couldn’t tell where she was. The air felt heavy, like it was pressing against her chest. Her breath came out in soft puffs, curling in front of her like smoke. It was freezing. She tried to take a step—nothing. Her legs wouldn’t move.Why couldn’t she move?“Lylah?” she called out, her voice shaky. “Lylah, where are you?”Then she saw her.Lylah was lying on the ground a few feet away. Her arms stretched out. Her face pale. Still.“No!” Freya screamed. “Lylah!”She pushed her body forward, tried to run to her, but her feet felt stuck. Like they were trapped in ice. Her arms wouldn’t move either. She struggled. Fought. Nothing.Tears spilled down her cheeks. She reached out, even if she couldn’t move. “Please… please get up...”Suddenly, light broke through the dark. A soft glow, like moonlight. She turned her head slowly.A woman stepped out from the li

Prince Fenrir stepped even closer, and then… he sniffed Lylah.Her heart stopped for a second.“You see,” he mumbled, his voice thick with liquor, “when you came to this palace… it was to help groom my sister. Since she’s never left that room of hers… she has no royal manners. No attitude.”He paused and stared at her, his eyes unfocused but burning with something strange.“I hate how close you are to her,” he said, his breath heavy against her cheek. “It gives me the creeps.”He was drunk. Too drunk.She tried to step back, but before she could move, the bottle in his hand slipped and crashed to the floor. She flinched.Suddenly, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her hard against him. Her body stiffened.“You’re… squeezing me, Fenrir,” she said, stammering, trying to push at his chest. But he didn’t budge. He was too strong.Her hands kept pushing, but it was useless. He was holding her like she belonged to him.That’s when it hit her—this plan… this wasn’t going to

The moment Freya looked away, Vladimiros peeked through the arm that had been resting lazily over his face. His sharp eyes caught hers, and the mischievous glint in them only grew brighter."Tell me, Freya," he drawled, his voice smooth yet filled with an unsettling curiosity. "How long have you been locked up in there?"Freya stiffened at the question. She could feel his gaze like a weight on her, his eyes prying into her soul. She looked at him, her thoughts momentarily clouded by his sudden attention.She stammered, the words coming out in a rushed, breathless whisper, "M-my lord... I've been in there since I was born... I'll say, because I started living in the west wing... all by myself... at a very young age."Vladimiros let out a low chuckle, one that sent a shiver crawling up Freya’s spine. "How sweet," he murmured, as though he found it amusing. He raised himself slightly, propping himself up on his elbow, then gave her a long, almost playful look. "A father keeping his own d

The moment they reached the large, dark door, the maid gave a quick bow and excused herself, leaving Freya standing alone.She hesitated, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart before lifting her hand and knocking lightly.A voice answered almost immediately, deep and commanding."Come in."Freya slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, shadows clinging to the walls, but she could clearly see Vladimirios sitting on the edge of the bed.Quickly, she bowed her head respectfully."My lord, you called for me," she said softly.He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he sighed and rose from the bed, moving toward her with steady, unhurried steps.Freya instinctively backed away, her back hitting the door behind her with a soft thud.But he didn’t stop. He kept coming, until he stood right in front of her, trapping her between his body and the door.One of his hands pressed against the wood beside her head as he leaned closer. His voice was low, rough wit

Meanwhile, outside the palace walls, hidden in the thick shadows of the trees, the assassins who were sent to kill Freya knelt before Fenrir.The night air was cold and heavy. Raindrops from earlier still clung to the leaves, and the earth beneath them was muddy.One of the assassins, his arm bleeding and torn, lifted his head nervously."My lord," he said, voice shaking."We failed. Most of our men were killed."Fenrir's face twisted with rage. His sharp eyes glinted dangerously under the moonlight."You’re telling me," Fenrir said slowly, voice low and tight, "that one man destroyed almost all of you?"The assassin nodded, trembling."It wasn’t just any man," he stammered."It was the emperor, Vladimirios. We all knew he was a hybrid... but when he shifted—"He swallowed hard."It wasn't something we could fight. His beast form... it was beyond anything we've ever seen."Fenrir’s hands clenched into fists, his jaw locked."And what about Freya?" he barked."Did you at least capture