جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 20

*FREYA* That's the wake up call I needed I jolt out of his touch like it had scorched me. What am I thinking? He bit me and branded me his mate yet I have this thoughts about him. My lips part and I wait for the words to form. I should tell him I never thought of that and I would rather die than have such thoughts about him. But who am I kidding? The words get stuck on my throat and as he continues to watch me like a predator that he is, I do the rational thing I can think of. I bolt. Half an hour later, I'm lying on my mattress shivering. Beads of sweat glide down my face as I whimper. After my encounter with the Alpha, my body reacted strangely. I clench my thighs painfully as another spasm hit me. I feel hot like my insides are on fire. My body convulses and I let out a sob. Pain and arousal are clashing all at once like waves. I bite down on my lips till as I taste blood as I try to part my legs. The pain between them makes me wince and I stop My heart pounds in

*LEONIDAS* I move swiftly into the cellar, Kieran behind me. The scent of blood hit us first. A sentinel lay sprawled on the ground, blood splurging from his neck. We both turn to look at each other, his expression mirroring mine. Something strange claw in my chest and the the hair on the base of my neck prickle like someone is watching. The feeling grows a on instincts, I duck just in time as claws swipe air, the space where I had just been. A brown wolf is staring back at me, his red eyes glowing in the dark. My eyes narrow. Why don't I smell him? His lips peels back as he snarls at me. His canines drip with blood and saliva. Rogue. I take a fighting stance as my wolf growls, clawing for control. The wolf lunges at me, his claws aiming for my throat. I grab him by his snout and slam him against the wall. The stone cracks leaving a huge dent in the wall. The wolf recovers quickly, his bones snapping back in place with a sickening crack. He attacks me again and this

*FREYA* That can't be the fragments of my imagination. I can feel his touch. My body recognizes it as the pain subsides. Through my lashes, I can see a faint outline. His large hands caresses my cheek and I purr satisfactorily. And this time, there isn't any repulse. I lean closer to the warmth radiating off the person. He sucks in a sharp breath as I settle on his chest, the soft hum of his heartbeat luring me to sleep. When I woke up, he's gone. The next few days, I don't experience the pain anymore. Alera told me it's called the heat cycle and happens when she wolves are marked by their mates. My eyes narrows when she says that. “But I am human.” “And you are also mated to a wolf,” she answers, scrubbing the bathroom stalls. I exhale deeply, my stomach knotting. “What does being his mate mean?” I can't help but ask. “It means you are fated by the moon goddess to be his soulmate,” she explains. “If you were a wolf, you would have felt a strong pull between you two.

*FREYA* The walk to the Alpha's chambers is long and suffocating. My hands tremble violently under the tray as I tighten my hold around it. Lady Octavia ignores the guard and is about to push the door open but is stopped when a hand wrap around her fingers. We both glance up to see to man standing in front of us. He's tall but not as tall as the Alpha. “What are you doing, Dorian?” Lady Octavia hiss. “The Alpha is resting,” the man says simply but his eyes are lingering over the Lady's form in a way the Alpha's betrothed shouldn't be looked at. He notices my gaze and lift his head. Blue eyes meet mine and they narrow. “You can't stop me, Dorian. I need to see him.” The man—Dorian doesn't respond as his eyes are still on me. “You are the human girl,” he mutters. I lower my gaze, finding the floorboards quite interesting. Octavia huffs and tries to brush past the man but he yanks her back, pulling her flush against his chest. I blink rapidly, my heart pounding wildly again

*FREYA* The words die in my throat when they turn. There's something strange about them. Their skin are too pale —almost as white as a sheet and their eyes bleed red. They are not humans. I realize that too late. I spin around to turn but something move in the corner of my eyes and within a blink of an eye, I find myself pinned against the bark of a tree. One of the creature's face hovers above mine. His lips peels back, baring his fangs He sniffs , his red eyes narrowing in concentration. “She is not a mutt. She's human,” he calls out to the rest of his companions and in a flash, I'm being surrounded by strange looking creatures, sniffing my body like some bloodhounds. I know for sure that they aren't werewolves. “Her blood smells so delicious,” one says, his tongue licking the wound on my cheek. “I want to have a taste,” another says, hopping excitedly. Bile rises up in my throat and I fight to urge to puke all over their faces. “No one is touching her until the King