Freya And The Lycan King'

Chapter 2

Freya's POV

A shiver ran through my spine as usual. My palm became moist on a very cold winter morning and that's when I realized it's going to be a long walk. My trouble just got started when the real devil kept staring at me. By some luck, my nose and lungs functioned but her eyes sucked the life out of my soul.

I have no vivid memories of my mother. The memories were fuzzy whenever I tried to recall. I clearly don't remember her face or what she looked like and over time, I stopped trying. It's a bottomless pit trying to recall people who never truly registered in memory. Or maybe they did register and the years of s*****y erased the whole thing. But the one thing I know for sure is that my mom—the woman who gave birth to me—is nothing compared to the devil trailing my footsteps.

A shiver ran through my knee when I took the first step.

Trouble. A ticking time bomb waiting to explode as she trailed behind. I, on the other hand, shuffled forward like a lost dog who just got found by its owner.

Well, I happen to be the lost dog in the case, and Mrs Rex, would be the owner.

"Move faster!" she yanked, s******g my back. I expect nothing from the woman who hated me with all her guts. Nothing but pain, which now coursed down my spine.

I asked on a few occasions the reason for her hatred. She did say something about her son who had gone missing over the years, but I never figured how I'm responsible for the sudden disappearance. But most of the time, all I got was yelling, barking, and if she has had a rough day, I did find myself in the dungeon.

Moments of regrets would follow, bothering me on why I ever asked.

Of course she had no reason. She just couldn't love a girl who isn't her daughter. That's the only explanation my brain could conjure up.

Her palms were soft, judging by the extravagant lifestyle she led, but strong enough to cause pain. I could feel her fingerprint even though I haven't touched the spot yet. I stretched my fingers and the pain followed seamlessly. My teary eyes decided to let go of the liquid this time. They've done their best and I guess my circumstances are just too much to bear.

I doubled my pace, scurrying like a child who had just been yelled at for spilling milk on the table. This isn't new to me. I shouldn't be crying. I rubbed my eyes to control the tears but nothing happened. The back of my palm got wet as a result, and that's when I knew the need to cry. Perhaps the pain would go away.

I wasn't particularly sure if the s******g caused the tears. As far as I could remember, Mrs Rex, the Luna of Eastwood Park, has been a thorn in my flesh from the very day I saw her. She had taken over from Evelyn that very night and had locked me up afterwards. I don't remember getting anything nice other than pain, and I'm sure it's not going to be different this time.

"Let me go! Let go of me!" I yelled as she pulled my ears. She pulled and my body dangled from left to right as I contained the pain. My other ear managed to pick some snickers.

Evelyn.

Only she would be delighted at my pain and I'm not surprised. In fact, I expect she laughs out loud. Perhaps she is scared to do it in the presence of her good-for-nothing mother.

"Stop it!" I snapped. My wolf snarled this time around even though I had done everything possible to stop it from getting loose. Evelyn froze on her feet. Her mouth, covered with both palms as her eyes flared wide open. She was damn surprised that I could talk back to her mother.

Well, I guess she underestimated me. And her mother on the other hand, took a few steps backward and away from the beast I became. Her left palm rested on her waist and the other, on her mouth—just like her daughter.

"How dare you talk back to me. How dare you talk to—" she grumbled and swung her arm at my cheek but I'm quick enough to dodge.

She missed, and I struggled to contain the laughter when I saw her fall to the ground. I started even though my fist was eager to throw some punches.

Good for you, My mate cursed within.

"Mom!" Evelyn dashed forward. Well, she better come help her mother. I'm not stepping anywhere near the devil. Evelyn helped her up but it wasn't long before I saw myself out, and away from their presence.

Fuck the wedding.

I found myself in our regular hideout. It's just a small wooden cage outside the park building. Though reserved for pets, Sonia—my best friend—and I, found it to be a safe haven whenever we want to avoid some chores. Although we ended up with beatings and bruises, we still enjoyed the time out.

"Freya!" a voice called out.

The only person who knew where I would be but is here.

Sonia

She must be looking for me and Mrs Rex came top on the list of people who would be responsible for the search.

"Freya! Everyone is looking for you and if—"

She paused but I knew her next words.

The thing about Sonia is this. We always look out for each other. I mean, that's what a best friend should do, right? But it sometimes comes at a price because whenever I go missing, like right now, she is sure to get beat up unless I come back with her. And I am not about to cause her more pain.

Sonia's story isn't any different or better than mine. The only difference is that I became a slave at Eastwood before her. Three years difference if I can recall, and every other thing about is pretty much the same. But she didn't see her park get razed down, or heard her parents had disappeared like I did thirteen years ago.

"Freya!" She called further, her voice becoming fainter with each call. Perhaps she doesn't want to disclose our secret hideout. Evelyn may as well be watching from a distance, and ready to take over from where her mom had stopped.

This wasn't the time to cause more trouble and I came out. There is still a wedding to attend. God knows how the unlucky man would feel knowing his bride had disappeared minutes before the wedding.

She gave me a hug and we both cried together for a while. We needed to cry, at least for being miserable. And soon, we found our way back to hell.

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"Alpha Rex or whatever you call yourself, I hope they find her!" a voice echoed as I stood outside the hall. I listened further to know who it was but nothing. Dead silence.

In all my years of s*****y, I've never heard anyone talk to the alpha like that. That sounds like a threat.

Is the alpha being threatened, and by whom? The stranger I was getting married to?

No way.

I dispel the thoughts and steadied myself for what is to become of me.

"You've caused more trouble lately!" The voice I despised, rang in my ears. I flinched when she took hold of my arm. I won't hesitate to punch her face if she tries anything stupid this time. I'm talking about Mrs Rex, the woman who made my life miserable.

"You this silly little brat," she cursed. I expect nothing more from Luna other than her cruel words. That's all she is good at.

"You call me silly?" I scoffed, and I saw the horror on her face when I said that. My confidence seems to grow with each passing second. Even my wolf is surprised at the moment.