Semua Bab Two Mates, One Destiny : Bab 1 - Bab 10

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

FREYAThe air in the room changed the moment he stepped inside.I could smell him before I could think straight, that same overpowering scent from the hotel lobby, but closer now, wrapped around me like something physical. My wolf surged toward him without permission, every instinct in my body screaming at me to close the distance between us, and it took everything I had to stay rooted where I stood.Dante didn’t move either. His eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin feel tight, his jaw locked so hard I could see the muscles working beneath it. Neither of us spoke. The silence stretched long enough that I could hear my own pulse in my ears, could hear his breathing change, slow and controlled in a way that felt deliberate, like he was fighting something.I broke first, as I always did.“Why did you save me?”The question came out smaller than I wanted it to, but I needed to know. I’d spent the last hour building theories in my head, each one more foolish than the

FREYA The Ashford ceremonial hall had been dressed for a celebration that was never going to happen the way everyone expected. White drapery hung from every column, threaded through with gold, the scent of lilies so thick in the air it made my head swim. Guests packed the hall shoulder to shoulder, every notable family from the Nine Northern Yorkshire packs crammed into rows of gilded chairs, all of them here to watch the girl who’d humiliated herself online crawl back and beg for the mate she didn’t deserve. I knew exactly what they expected because Damien had told me on the drive over, reading the pack gossip off his phone in a flat, furious voice until I finally asked him to stop. They expected tears. They expected an apology delivered on my knees, my voice breaking, my father standing over me with that satisfied look he got whenever a plan of his came together exactly as designed. I had dressed for none of that. The black gown had been Damien’s idea, pulled from somewhere