THE ALPHA’S VENGEFUL LUNA

CHAPTER 10: GOOD NIGHT

FREYA

My hands flew up to my mouth, silencing the retching sounds coming from my throat. My sudden action brought his advances to a halt and I struggled to stop my meal from bursting out of my mouth.

With wide eyes I stared at Icarus and he stared back at me in confusion. There we were, frozen on the spot, with Icarus trying to comprehend what was going on with me.

I blinked as I swallowed hard, pushing down the evening meal that tried to force its way out of my mouth.

“Are you okay?” Icarus asked, “You don't look so good.”

He reached out to touch me but I stopped him, nodding quickly in response.

Feeling a little better, I lowered my hands from my lips.

“I'm okay, just...a little sick.” I lied, touching my forehead with the back of my palm.

“Maybe it's the seafood. I think it upset my stomach.”

I couldn't tell Icarus the real cause of my nausea for obvious reasons. How do I explain to Icarus that I was disgusted by him because of everything he did to me and my family? That would be me shooting myself in the leg.

I couldn't reveal my true identity. Not yet.

To successfully achieve my goal, I have to be wise and cautious in my plans.

“Should we go to the physician?” Icarus asked, his expression marked with worry.

“No, not at all.” I shook my head from side to side. “I just need to rest... It's been a long day.”

Icarus rose up on his feet, extending his hands towards mine. “Come, let's get you ready for bed then.”

My eyes moved from his outreached hand to his light eyes which held warmth, a nice change for his usual fiery eyes, empty of any form of affection. Just filled with pure hate and rage.

I wasn't familiar with this one, and I didn't know I was staring too long until Icarus cleared his throat, withdrawing his hand.

“Um, just...join me when you're ready then.” He said, turning to walk away. He paused halfway, turning towards me again. “Your nightwear is on the dresser.”

I nodded, taking deep breaths to collect myself after the moment Icarus and I just had.

I believe he couldn't even keep to his word. He had promised he wouldn't try any funny moves, but he had just tried to kiss me.

I couldn't deny the tension brimming between us. It was like a string drawing us together and all my hate and anger towards him seemed nonexistent in that moment, until they rushed back into my mind in full force. That was when I snapped back to reality.

I knew our soul ties were largely responsible for it, and it made me realise how vulnerable I actually was.

I needed to act really quickly before I got overpowered and seized by the whims of fate.

I headed towards the bed, where Icarus laid, staring straight ahead. I picked up the nightwear, quickly heading to the bathroom to change.

I came out of the bathroom and Icarus' eyes collided with mine, like he had been eagerly waiting for me to come out. A lazy smile tugged on his lips as he watched me approaching the king-sized bed he was sprawled on with caution.

As I drew closer, he moved a bit, patting a little space beside him. I eyed the space, looking up at him incredulously. There was no way he could expect to squeeze myself into that little space.

He seemed to understand because he moved in further, creating more space for me.

“Come on, I don't bite.” Icarus chuckled and I grimaced.

“That was a failed attempt at a pun, Icarus. Everyone knows you do. You're literally a wolf.”

He broke into a hearty laughter, shaking his head from side to side. For some reason, what I had said amused him.

“Come to bed, Freya.”

The moment I had dreaded had finally come, and I couldn't escape it. I was going to be in the same bed with the man who took my life and that of my family without remorse, and I couldn't do anything about it.

Hesitantly, I laid on the bed with Icarus and as I did, I pictured myself getting in bed with my late husband and it brought a smile on my lips.Those were pleasant memories, one that was taken away from me by the selfish, evil bastard I was sharing a bed with.

“Your heart is beating really fast, Freya. Are you sure you're okay?” Icarus asked, his heavy gaze hooked on me

“It is?” I asked, placing my hand on my chest to feel my heart beat and he was right.

I soon realised that the thought of my late husband had begun to affect me physically. I needed to pull myself together so I wouldn't lose my mind.

“Oh, it happens when I'm tired.” I lied again.

“Then you should sleep early then.” he said, inching closer to me. I squeezed my eyes shut as he gently wrapped his arms around me, his smell clouding my senses.

“Freya…” Icarus muttered quietly.

“Yeah?” I replied, wondering what he wanted to say.

“What made you leave your clan ...and journey into this wild world? It's hard to believe you arrived at my clan by accident.”

His question hung on my mind and I searched for a convincing lie to tell him. They say honesty is the best policy, but I couldn't tell him I had journeyed all the way to kill him, so I crafted a convincing lie.

The one I always told him was getting a little stale so I needed to paint it in a more believable, creative way, one he could eat up without questioning further.

“How do I explain it…” I began, feigning deep thought. “Whenever I try to force my mind to remember anything, it feels like I'm being swallowed up in this...black hole and I end up coming up with nothing.”

“That's serious…” Icarus said, his breath tickling my neck. “Seems like your memory needs healing...maybe the healers could help you?”

“Oh, no no no!” Without thinking, I vehemently refused. I had to think of a good reason for my refusal. If I didn't, Icarus might get suspicious again.

“I don't think they can help.” I buried my face in the fluffy pillow.

“You wouldn't know until you try…” Icarus insisted.

“It's a damaged memory, Icarus. It would take some powerful witch or fae to bring it back.” I replied, knowing fully well that I was striking a sore wound.

Icarus was silent for more than a moment and I had to turn to check if he was still awake. There he laid, his face grim as he stared upwards at the golden chandelier.

“If it would take a witch to bring back your memory, then I'm afraid that you would have to recover naturally...that is, if you do recover.”

Icarus had no idea how satisfying his response was to me. Although it brought to mind his gravity of hate for witches, I was relieved because I was sure he was not going to press on about where I'm from.

“Goodnight Icarus.” I whispered, shutting my eyes as I turned my face away.

“Goodnight Freya.” He replied, his arms still snaked around me.

I don't know how long I had to pretend to be asleep, but the moment the sound of Icarus's snoring hit my ears, my eyes flung open.

I crept out of bed, careful not to disturb Icarus as he slept soundly beside me. I had been waiting for this moment all night. I needed to find out more about him, to uncover any weakness I could use against him.

I made my way over to his closet, where most of his belongings were hidden. I rummaged through them, looking for anything that might give me some insight into his world.

I found a few packs of condoms, some old letters, and some other unimportant knick-knacks. But then, tucked away in the pocket of an old trouser, I found something truly strange.

It was an old picture of Icarus, wearing a wide smile on his face. Next to him was a woman whose face seemed blurry. I peered closer and I noticed the face of the woman was scratched off.

I stared at the picture for a moment, trying to make sense of it. I decided to take the picture with me, hoping it might provide some clues later on.

I searched further, but came up with nothing. Disappointed, I slipped back into bed, my heart pounding in my chest. I was afraid Icarus would wake up and catch me snooping, but he remained asleep, lost in his own werewolf dreams. I lay there next to him, my mind racing with questions and fear. Who was this woman in the picture and what did it mean for me and Icarus?

I knew I had to find out more, but I also knew it wouldn't be easy. Icarus was an Alpha male werewolf, and he was fiercely protective of his pack. He would stop at nothing to keep them safe, even if it meant sacrificing anyone who got in his way. And I knew that included me.

But I was determined to get all the information I could. I would do whatever it took to learn the truth about Icarus and his weakness and when the time was right, I would use that knowledge to bring him down, once and for all.

I lay awake for hours, my mind consumed with thoughts of revenge and retribution. And when the morning finally came, I knew what I had to do. I would dig further, searching for any information that might help me in my quest. I would be patient and calculated, always staying one step ahead of him.

And when the time was right, I would strike. I would use every bit of knowledge and cunning I had to destroy him, and make him pay for what he had done to me and my family.