Lahat ng Kabanata ng Two Mates, One Destiny : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

FREYA.“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Everyone around us chanted as I stood directly opposite Lucian. My heart did a frantic dance and I felt heat flooding my face. I blinked and leaned forward to kiss my fiancé — it was my first time ever— but he suddenly backed away and laughed awkwardly.“Oh come on, Freya. How'd I kiss you when your big stomach keeps getting in the way?” Lucian jeered, rubbing his temple in pretense.A hush fell over the small gathering and the little ‘Bride-to-be’ placard I was holding fell from my hand. I instinctively sucked in my stomach and clasped my hands in front of my abdomen even as a searing pain waltzed through my entire frame.“Oh come on, Lucian. My..." I leaned in, shivering with panic. "There are people watching us, don’t do this here, please," I whispered.But he scoffed and suddenly jerked backwards, pinching his nose in sheer disgust. I held my breath, wondering what it was this time. Being mated to Lucien felt like walking on eggshells everyday. He was pe

“Surprise!” Damien smiled, flashing his perfect set of white teeth and throwing his hands in midair as if this was supposed to be funny. Damien was the son of the ruthless Alpha Kendrick, my father's sworn enemy and from my teen years, I've been warned to steer clear of the Hamilton brothers.“How did you get into my room?!” I rasped, trying to make sense of what had just happened. I didn't wait to get a response from Damien. Instead, I began to scamper for my dress, my head twirling in circles. Damien is definitely not a callboy, he’s a man I should never even speak to! How did this happen? What have I done? "Calm down," Damien said softly, reaching to hold my hand but I flung my arm away from his’. “Don't you dare touch me!” I yelled as tears stung my eyes. I picked the last pair of my shoes and made a beeline for the door. I didn't think nor bother to look back… I just slammed the door shut and ran down the hallway.My mind kept racing with chaotic thoughts. How did Damien ge

FREYAThe first thing I became aware of was the softness beneath me and it felt nothing like the cold hard floor where I'd collapsed in my own blood. For a moment, just a fleeting beautiful moment, I thought maybe it had all been a terrible nightmare and I'd wake up in the palace infirmary with my mother hovering over me with that worried crease between her brows that she always got when I was sick as a child.But even before I opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong because the scent was all wrong. The palace infirmary always smelled like antiseptic and the lavender oil the healers used in their treatments, but this room smelled like an expensive diffuser and something darker, something that made my wolf stir with interest despite everything.I forced my eyes open slowly, wincing at the brightness of the morning sun streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows I definitely did not recognize. The ceiling above me was vaulted and painted a soft cream color with intricate molding. A ma