جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 40

*FREYA* The hooded man strides towards me slowly with feline grace amidst the whispers. My pulse spikes with each step he takes. He slows to a stop in front of me and I lower my gaze, holding my breath. I can feel the heat of his gaze crawling down my skin. Who exactly is this man? He wordlessly grabs my hand, his fingers curling around mine send a familiar jolt of electricity through my veins. A gasp slip past my lips before I can hold it in. No, it can't be. I peek through my lashes to see his face clearly but the hood cover the whole part of his face leaving only the lower part visible. “Who....Who are you ? ” I croak out, my throat feeling dry like sandpaper. He says nothing,instead he tugs me along. I resist at first but when he turns to look at me, whatever fight I could have summoned up died right there. Somehow, I want to trust him and my body instinctively gives in. He drags me gently down the platform and is about to leave but is stopped by the anchor. “The

*FREYA* I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for the sickening crack of my skull splitting open. But nothing. My skin grazes something soft like hair. Am I in heaven? My eyes snap open in an instant to see that my skull wasn't cracked open, instead I had landed on a brown wolf. A scream tears from my throat as dark menacing eyes stare back at me. I jump in fear, almost falling off when the wolf transforms into a man who is —butt naked. Heat crawls up my neck and cheeks as I glance at everywhere else but him. He is that man that looked at Lady Octavia with endearment that linger for far too long. “This is what I get for saving your life. Just great,” he mutters flatly, dropping me gently on the ground. He doesn't seem to care about his nudity a bit as he prowls around shamelessly, his eyes glowing unnaturally in the dark. Sweat slides down my skin mixing with the scratches scattered across my body. I wince a little, limping toward the branches for support. The man sp

*LEONIDAS* Silence falls in the deserted hall leaving just me and her. Lyra and Kieran sit across long dining table, watching me suspiciously. I ignore them filling my plate and hers. It was bound to happen anyway—the pack members not accepting her. I understand their grievances. Human hunters have caused us great sorrows in the past. Pups were rendered orphans and some went feral becoming rogues. I still remember the sadistic grin on that hunter's face as he twisted the silver dagger deep in my belly. Good thing, I did the same thing to him. Watching him bleed to his death by cutting his limbs, day after day. But that isn't enough to pay for what he did . How I wish I could journey down to the underworld and drag him out myself to pay for all his sins in hundred folds. But we don't always get what we want, do we? I feel her gaze on me the whole time I fill her plate. I whirl my body around on the stool to face her. “Is there something you want to say?” She

*LEONIDAS* Their loud voices reverberate through the grand hall, bouncing off the walls. Their words colliding with each other but they are clear. They want Freya gone. “She’s his mate,” Eira hisses under her breath as she glares at the council. I prop a hand under my chin, watching them voice out their grievances. “There had to be a mistake, the moon goddess — this must be a mistake,” Callum murmurs, pacing in front of me. I sigh under my breath, my fingers pressing my temple. “I felt the mate bond.” His brows rise to his forehead as his face tighten. “it doesn't matter. There are a lot of she wolves you can mate with—” A chuckle rumbles from my throat. The audacity. I lean back in my chair, clenching my fist. The urge to smash his face has never been greater. “You want me to reject her?” I ask, flexing my fingers. His eyes follow my movements as he steps back cautiously. “Yes, Alpha. For the pack,” He says and the other members nod in unison, all except Eira. I b

*FREYA* I fidget in my chair as mistress Lyra watches me like an hawk,the crinkles at the corners of her eyes deepening. We are still seated in the shambles of the dining hall after the three men left in a haste. “Do you know what being his mate means? ” she ask, picking her nails but her kohl lined eyes remain on me. I shake my head. “His wolf will crave for you like an addiction. He won't bear to be away from you,” she murmurs, leaning a little forward with her hand rubbing her bump. “I can't imagine how hard he's fighting his wolf from claiming you wholly. If only you were one of us, you would have felt how strong the bond is.” She pauses, her eyes searching my face as if gauging my reaction before saying, “Werewolves revere their fated mates and are quite protective of them. When I found out Kieran was my mate, he wouldn't let me go. He had marked me that very night.” She tucks her loose curls behind her ears and my gaze catches the mark on her neck. Almost identical to m