Semua Bab The Lycan's cursed mate : Bab 41 - Bab 50

*FREYA* They both stare at me like I have lost my mind. Maybe I have. Mistress Lyra blinks, reeling from the shock. Alpha Leonidas is the first to recover. “No, You're not,” he seethes, veins bulging on his neck. “You are leaving.” “But—But I don't have anywhere to go,” I mutter breathlessly. He angles his body to face me fully. “You must have a family to return to, right?” I shake my head, my chest constricting. “Not even a distant relative or your parents?” Leonidas studies my face more closely now, as if searching for a lie I don’t have the strength to give him. “None. I grew up in a tavern,” I say quietly. “No one has ever come looking for me.” The words taste bitter and I don't dare to raise my head to look them in the eyes and find judgment. Silence stretches between us —long and deafening. Mistress Lyra's sharp inhale is the only sound. I glimpse through my lashes to see his jaw tight. “That doesn't change anything,” he snaps though his voice lacks the cer

*FREYA* “This is my room?” My lips part in disbelief as I take in the sheer extravagance before me. Velvet curtains drape the walls, bathing the space in elegance as sunlight spills through them, washing everything in a soft golden glow. A queen-sized bed sits proudly at the center of the room. Not the worn out mattress in the attic — a real bed. I almost squeal in delight but the annoyed look on Marionette's face stops it short. She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Do you think it's mine? Pathetic,” she mutters under her breath but I am too giddy to care. “Don't get ahead of yourself. You're not the Luna yet,” she hiss before walking away and slams the door so hard that the hinges almost fly out. I finally let out the squeal that threatens to rip from my chest as I sink into the mattress, melting into it's softness. “Hmm,” I moan in delight. This feels... heavenly. For a brief moment, I let myself imagine staying her forever. Not worrying about the danger lurking at every corner.

*FREYA* “ I-uh-I... ” I splutter like an idiot, the words not forming. He takes a predatory step forward and I take one step back, my heart pounding slightly. His eyes narrow but he doesn't stop walking until I am caged by his arms on either sides of my head. “First, you crash into my life like a whirlwind,” he murmurs lowly, his breath brushing the shell of my ear. “And now, you waste my time.” “Uh-I'm sorry?” I mutter, unsure if I should apologize or just disappear. He says nothing as his gaze drops to my chest, before slowly trailing over my body like hot wind. I hold my breath as his eyes continue to kiss my skin, knowing I still haven't changed and that horrifying stench still clung like a second skin. But I'm too embarrassed to ask for a new dress. Then they darken and I almost jump out of my skin. His fingers reach out and trace my arm — the one with the scars. His lips doesn't curl in disgust instead he watches them with curiosity, stroking it gently with profou

*FREYA* His words echo like a drum in my mind and I wonder if I actually hear him correctly. Spar with him? I have done a lot of insane things but I am not about to add to the already long list. He can slit my throat in a heartbeat. Just his towering height is enough to send me running to the hills. He chuckles, noticing the look on my face. I guess I am doing a bad job at hiding my fear. “I need to know your strength and your weaknesses.” He said weaknesses like he knows I have lots of them. He grabs a matching blade from the rack and steps into the ring. “Stance,” he orders. I straighten, feet still shoulder-width apart like before. He clicks his tongue. “Wrong.” Before I can ask what he means, he taps the back of my knee with his stick. “Bend. You’re too stiff. Your movement should be fluid.” I adjust awkwardly, watching his expression. “Hands up,” he adds. “ Never point your blade straight unless you intend to attack.” I raise my weapon, my heart racing wildly. “

*FREYA* After what feels like eternity, the storm raging inside me finally calms and I can finally breathe. I take a moment before slipping out the bath tub , shivering and almost tipping over. My hands instinctively grip its cool sides to steady myself. I stumble out to see Alera already waiting. Her bright smile falters a bit as she takes in my red rimmed eyes. But thankfully, she doesn't ask anything. Instead she hooks her arm around mine, her teeth shining so brightly that I think it will rival the sun. “We are taking a walk around the pack,” she says cheerfully, almost bouncing on her feet. I angle my neck to look at her. “Isn't that dangerous? They hate me.” She waves it off casually. “We are going with Mistress Lyra. So you are safe.” She goes on and on about how mistress Lyra is the one who offered to show me around and I tune her out. She told me not to worry but still, I can't help the knot in my stomach tightening. Half an hour later, I am clad in a simple plai