Freya And The Lycan King'

Chapter 3

Freya's POV

Alpha Rex snuck up beside me and grabbed my arm a few minutes later. "Don't misunderstand this by the way. I take no pleasure in touching your filthy skin," he smirked.

I chuckled, and an angry face stared back at me when I looked at the man who said he took no pleasure in touching me. Then why do it? But my confidence knew no bounds this time.

"You take no pleasure, and yet you touch this filthy skin?" It's my turn to get back at him. His eyebrows furrowed as we walked through the door.

"Since your dad couldn't live long enough to do it, well, I have no choice," he taunted, but his words meant nothing to the scent that was filtering down my lungs.

Mate! My wolf squeaked.

But how? Is the moon goddess playing tricks on me this time, or is she blind?

I don't know, and I can't tell but the scent filled my nose and for a moment, I became lost in another world, waiting to be taken by him even though my eyes were still searching.

A black suited man as I scanned the hall. That must be him. My mate. Well, a girl like me got no bridesmaids, or friends—except Sonia—and no family except the cruel adopted ones who sat in the front row. The black suited man my wolf called mate didn't see it fit to bring his friends or family either. So the hall got filled with the scent of my mate.

Five people in total as I counted. Seated on the front row is Alpha Rex, the man who acted as my father even though every bit of his nerve wanted to tear me apart. His wicked Luna sat next to him by the right. And Evelyn, the girl who took every pleasure in tormenting me, sat next to her. She had this weird look, and I thought she was just jealous that I got to marry the handsome man . I bet she cursed under her breath the whole time.

Next is the tall suited man whom Evelyn couldn't keep her eyes off. To his side was an elderly man dressed in a rob. He seemed like a priest but his weird face said otherwise.

And myself, the lucky girl who gets to marry her mate. I haven't seen his face. My wolf, on the other hand, screamed to get out. But the moment our eyes met, I knew he was my mate. His eyes had a deep sense of gold that bore through my soul.

The priest cleared his throat and I looked away. The moon goddess must be blind to have given me this. His dark brown hair dropped just below his shoulder. Handsome. Despite wrapping himself around the tuxedo, it didn't stop me from seeing his muscular nature and for the first time, my emotions betrayed me because I wanted him.

"I will take it from here!" his deep voice came forth. The voice is low but still carries some power in it. I begin to wonder who the hell he is, and what he wants with me. Is he aware I'm a slave?

No answer. I guess they hid that part from him. And if Evelyn's words are anything to go by, he may as well kick me out when he finds out. But I will still consider myself lucky. At least I will have good memories to remember. Marrying a handsome man isn't an easy ride.

I shoved the thoughts aside as I anticipate what is to come. I'm thinking too much, and getting my hopes overly high. This thing may as well go the wrong way. I may as well end up being a slave. Yes. That's possible. Who will want someone like me for a wife. Maybe he needed another slave. That's another plausible explanation in my head. Perhaps he paid little-to-nothing for the whole thing. My feet steadied as I took the stage before him. The connection grew stronger with each second. I could feel his eyes piercing through my soul. A wave of emotions gushed forth when he took hold of my arms.

Shock.

A snicker cameforth, and the corner of my eye caught a glimpse of Mrs Rex. Only that her fingers are pulling Evelyn's right ear. Since Mrs Rex is doing all she can to comfort her good-for-nothing daughter, my guts told me the man my wolf called mate, the very man before my eyes, isn't a nobody. But my brain still couldn't catch the identity.

"Shall we begin?" The priest asked.

My mate nodded and I exhaled deeply.

It's now or never.

"Look, I have wasted enough time already. Just go straight to the point," he deadpanned. He struggled to keep his tone down as he spoke but that didn't stop the anger on his face.

Did I offend him?

Oh Yes. I kept him waiting the whole time, and he is pissed because of that but his not-so-cool tone is uncalled for.

A bolt of adrenalin shot through my spine when I saw his furrowed eyebrows. He looked pissed but still handsome. The priest cleared his throat and began. He looks uneasy. Drops of sweat sprinkled on his forehead, and that confirmed my doubts.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we gather here today to bless this union. With God as our witness, we shall begin." He moved a step closer, and his face turned to me

"Do you, Freya…"

The words trailed off. The priest cleared his throat for a few seconds and that was when I got the whole meaning. He had no idea about my surname. But he should have been briefed by Alpha Rex, who planned the whole thing.

The priest shot his eyes at me. Not a single word. Well, as for my surname…not a goddamned idea did I have about it. I am just a slave and that's all I know. And that's all I can remember. Perhaps he should ask Alpha Rex directly. I won't be ashamed. The priest can as well say 'Freya Rex' That's the shity surname I bore in the shity school I attended.

Silence ensued for a while as the priest waited for my word.

"Do you," he began, hoping I would rescue him this time but he is sure to get disappointed because I still don't remember a damn thing except the fires that razed down my home, "Freya—"

"Dimitri!..Freya Dimitri!" a voice interrupted.

My eyes shot up when the names cameforth. I glanced at my adopted parents who looked particularly indifferent towards me—not like they ever liked me. My hopes were totally on alpha Rex and I want to believe he called the names. But it obviously came from none other than my mate.

Evelyn squeezed her face the whole time. I guess pulling her ears didn't go down well, and she thought a face with some furrowed eyebrows would do the trick.

What the hell

I wouldn't dare say that in front of this stranger. Well, I don't think I am a stranger to him because he appeared to know my surname.

But how the hell is that possible? Or maybe he just conjured up some random name.

I shoved the thoughts away when the priest continued. Maybe it's a coincidence.

"Do you, Freya Dimitri, accept this man to be your mate and husband?" the priest added.

'I do," I replied. But my wolf already said yes to the words before his words came forth.

"And you accept that you've now been stripped of any rights as regards the Eastwood park?" This part didn't go down well. Did he just say rights? This priest must be kidding because I don't remember having any right in this damn park.

Anyway, I answered, "Yes, I do."

A wave of relief washed down my body afterwards. 'Happy' won't do justice to how I felt. I had no inkling of where I am being shipped to but it feels nice to have been relieved of a huge burden.

The priest turned to my mate. He was still pissed that the whole thing had taken longer than expected.

"Do you, Alpha Artemis Vasquez…"

My ears dropped dead when I heard the name 'Artemis' . I'm getting married to the man who found pleasure in killing. I have heard the stories of how he tortured his victims and wiped out parks. Most importantly, I heard he kept records of his dead victims. Now I understood why Evelyn couldn't help but snicker when I took the stage. I bet she saw me in hell.

I pulled myself backward, freeing my arms but careful enough to not incur his wrath. I can't risk being torn to pieces on my wedding day even though it would have taken all the pain away. Running isn't an option because my feet were numb, glued to the ground.

My wolf only seems to get attracted to the murderer standing before me. And when the words 'I do' rang in my ears, my feet couldn't hold me anymore. I staggered a few steps backward before dropping to the floor.

Death would have been better. At least better than being mated to someone who would probably tear me apart in my sleep. But when I awoke a few minutes later and in his arms, I knew even death couldn't save me.