All Chapters of UNTIL THE LAST ALPHA BEGS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Freya's POVTonight was the night.I could barely contain myself as I stood before the cracked mirror in my small quarters, twisting this way and that to examine the simple blue dress I'd pulled out from the bottom of my chest. It wasn't much to look at...well-worn and mended at the hem more times than I could count...but it was the nicest thing I owned. My fingers trembled slightly as I smoothed down the fabric over my stomach which felt unusually tight today. Probably just nerves, I told myself. Anyone would be anxious if they were about to be claimed by the most powerful alpha in Shadowbrook.My wolf whuffed softly inside me, her excitement mirroring my own. Kaelen was finally going to make it official. No more pretending we were just friends who happened to share meaningful looks across the clearing. Tonight, in front of the entire pack, he would declare me as his mate and his luna.I caught my reflection and allowed myself a small smile. My hazel eyes sparkled back at me and for

Freya's POVMy legs moved mechanically, one stumbling step after another while two uniformed soldiers flanked me on either side.Tears streamed down my cheeks, dripping off my chin and splattering against the simple blue dress I had worn for the festival. The same dress Kaelen had called beautiful just hours ago.What a joke.My stomach turned at the memory of his lips on mine, warm and sure, whispering promises that meant nothing. I had believed every word. I had been such a fool.A guard jerked my arm hard enough to make me stumble."Watch where you're going," he growled.I blinked, suddenly aware that I had drifted toward the trees. The path we walked on was narrow, bordered by dense forest on both sides. I hadn't even noticed. My mind had been so lost in replaying the nightmare of the ceremony that everything else had faded away."Where are you taking me?" My voice came out scratchy and weak.Neither guard answered. They just kept walking grimly."Please." I tried to pull free bu

POV: FreyaStaring at the ceiling was getting old because every time I tried to shift an inch to the left, my side flared up like someone was holding a match to my skin. The stitches pulled tightly against my skin.The door clicked open. I expected Hester, but it was someone else. A girl. She had this massive cloud of curly red hair and kept her eyes glued to the floorboards like they held the secrets to the universe.“I'm Nerissa,” she said. It was so quiet I barely caught it.She moved around the bed, her hands surprisingly gentle as she started unwinding the bandages as I braced for the sting, but she didn't bumble through it. Still, the silence was loud and she wouldn't look at me, not even a glance.“Why are you here?” I asked. My voice sounded scratchy, even to me. “Where's Hester?”Nerissa froze for a second, her fingers hovering over the clean linen. She bit her lip, looking anywhere but my face. “They changed the rotation.”“Right. And you pulled the short straw?”She hesitat

POV: FreyaThree weeks of walls and wood grain. They moved me out of the healing center and into a private room right inside Zevren's pack house. The hallways here practically vibrated with whispers.Whispers like; why is the Alpha keeping a piece of Shadowbrook trash? What is she doing here? I used to care about stuff like that. Now, I just shut my ears to it. I had bigger problems to worry about.Like the fact that I could actually walk now, even if my side gave a nasty pull every time I took a corner too fast. Or the other fact. The one that was starting to show. My belly was just beginning to curve, a tiny secret hidden right under the loose shirts Zevren started leaving for me.He never said a word about it and I hadn't told him either, but I wasn't stupid. Hester definitely put it in her reports, and Zevren wasn't the type to miss a detail like that.He had me out in the garden by dawn for training.We started with meditation, which sounded easy until I actually sat cross legged

POV: FreyaFour months and the secret wasn't a secret anymore, no matter how loose the shirts Zevren gave me were. My belly was unmistakably rounded now, a heavy little curve that changed the way I walked and the way the pack looked at me.The whispers in the corridors had shifted, getting louder, like they wanted me to hear them.They all knew about Rhydian as they talked about the way he stood out in the treeline, those bright blue eyes watching the perimeter, that jagged scar cutting right through his eyebrow. I tried to shut it all out, but the gossip followed me around like a second shadow.At least the training was paying off. I could hold my wolf form for an hour now without my bones feeling like they were melting. My senses were sharp, almost terrifyingly so. I could hear the servants murmuring two floors down, and could catch the sour tang of anxiety on a guard before he even opened his mouth to speak.Zevren was teaching me how to read a room, how to spot a threat before it