IMMORTAL: THE ALPHA KING'S GOLDEN BLOOD

CHAPTER- 6

FREYAH

Time had passed…

At first, I thought I was simply hallucinating when I saw Gillian—better known as Archie, standing right in front of me. I blinked several times, expecting the vision to disappear, but he remained there, staring at me with eyes brimming with tears. I stepped closer and touched his cheek, half-afraid he was nothing more than a fragile illusion.

“Oh my God… it really is you. Thank goodness you finally woke up.”

I pulled him into a tight embrace, unable to hold back my own tears as they streamed down my face.

“F-Freyah…” he whispered, as if the effort of speaking my name weighed heavily on him. “H-how am I alive? I mean… Lazarus killed me. The last thing I heard him say was that you would be next. So how am I standing here?”

“It’s a long story,” I replied softly. “And for now, I’d rather not talk about it. It’s too complicated… it’s better if we set that aside for the moment. There’s something more important you need to know.”

“About what?”

“Don’t you remember your mission in the mortal world? The reason were you there?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, his eyes slowly drifted shut, seconds passed… then nearly a full minute, before he finally looked at me again.

“I need to return to the Werewolves’ Palace,” he said quietly. “Everyone there is waiting for me.”

“Are you sure you’re ready to face them?” I asked, a thick worry in my voice. “You might not be fully stable yet. Maybe you still need to rest?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he walked toward the couch, and I could only watch as he sank into deep thought. I followed him and sat beside him.

“What’s on your mind? You can tell me… I’m ready to listen.”

“Um… if I return to the Werewolves’ Palace, will you come with me?”

“Yes. I’ll go with you. From now on, we will stay together,” I told him. I just couldn’t bring myself to admit that the dangers surrounding us had only grown. As much as possible, I didn’t want him to know about everything that had happened, the countless times we’d had to run, and how many times I’d protected him while he lay lifeless.

I rose and left him for a moment, walking toward the veranda. I stepped outside and stood by the railing. The fog was thick, the cold sharp against my skin, and it felt as though snow might fall at any moment.

I sensed Gillian’s presence behind me, but I didn’t turn around. Instead, I crossed my arms over my chest and gazed into the distance.

Slowly, the memories of what happened on the night of my eighteenth birthday began to return…

“Freyah, let’s go out. Before we head to the Werewolves’ Palace, let’s take a stroll tonight.”

“Sure, but we need to disguise ourselves like ordinary humans.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Come on, let’s change.”

Together, we walked to the massive closet. When she opened it, rows upon rows of clothing greeted our eyes... men’s outfits on one side, women’s on the other.

“Don’t wear that. It’s too short,” he said, raising one eyebrow at me.

“Possessive, huh,” I muttered under my breath.

“This is what I want. I’m comfortable with it. Just don’t look at me, okay?” I said as I caught him glancing my way, though he had already turned his back. My eyes widened when he suddenly began undressing right in front of me. His large tattoo came into view: a black wolf with gold-red eyes. I couldn’t stop staring at the powerful muscles along his back.

“Freyah?” he called out, but I pretended not to hear him, keeping my gaze elsewhere.

“Hey! Can’t you hear me?” he asked again, sounding irritated.

“Come on, we’re wasting time,” I blurted before running toward the door.

He quickly chased after me, wrapping his arms around me from behind, laughing softly.

“Naughty girl, huh,” he whispered in my ear.

We ended up in a bar, and he didn’t stop me from drinking. Whatever I wanted, he simply let me have. And that night… I could honestly say I was incredibly, overwhelmingly happy.

Until…

“Freyah, you’re drunk. Come on, we’re going home.”

“O-okay,” I agreed softly, and we stepped out of the bar together. The car was parked nearby, so we made our way toward it side by side.

My intoxication faded almost instantly when I realized we were in a dangerous part of town.

I hurried into the car, and Gillian did the same. He started the engine at once, driving us away from the area as quickly as he could.

My eyelids grew heavy, slowly sliding shut. I wasn’t sure how long I slept. When I woke, the car had come to a stop. I glanced at Gillian and found him staring at me, which made me straighten up in my seat and unbuckle my seat belt.

I stepped out of the car, nausea twisting in my stomach, but the sick feeling disappeared the moment my feet sank into the snow.

I spread my arms and inhaled deeply, letting the cold air clear my head.

“So this is what it feels to be free.” I laughed to myself softly.

The cold night air slowly wrapping its arms around me as I stand outside. A fog slowly forming in front of my mouth as I exhale. My mind was spinning, and I could feel my body going numb from all the alcohol I had downed, but I felt oddly happy despite all the unfamiliar feelings surfacing inside me.

‘Being drunk really does things to people,’ I thought, shaking my head as I threw my head back to watch the stars glittering in the pitch black sky.

My face broke into a smile that suddenly turned to laughter. Laughing alone outside wasn’t part of the things I'd imagined myself doing. But at that moment, I could’ve cared less about what others might think about me if someone ever saw me right now.

“Freyah… you are truly, breathtakingly beautiful.”

My head whipped so fast on my left when I heard a deep baritone voice. My eyes met a pair of eyes that seemed to be standing out despite the darkness enveloping the owner. I wasn’t alone… but who exactly is that man—Gillian?

My eyes squinted as I tried to see the person with me, but all I saw was a tall frame of a man standing in the far corner of the building. He looked like my man leaning his back on the wall.

I shook my head, the world spinning—God, I was so drunk I could no longer even recognize Gillian.

Call me crazy, but at that moment, I didn’t feel any emotion that screamed danger. Maybe it was because I was drunk? I actually felt safe, even though I was with Gillian—whom I could barely see.

“Yeah, it’s breathtakingly beautiful.” I muttered, agreeing with him. The night sky was indeed stunning that night, but for some reason I found myself blushing for no reason. I bit my lower lips softly as I felt heat creeping up my face.

Gillian, pushed himself off the wall and moved towards me, chuckling to himself.

Time seemed to slow down as he slowly walked out of the dark corner.

He became bigger than he was from the distance. He was tall, tall. And he is definitely gorgeous. The most beautiful man I had ever laid my eyes on.

My eyes were fixated on his like a frozen statue as Gillian closed our distance. I didn’t even flinch when he suddenly cupped my left cheek with his big calloused hand; the roughness contrasting my soft skin.

“Definitely beautiful,” he said. His voice is deep and sexy.

His thumb rubbing my lower lip softly, stopping me from biting them. His eyes lingering on the redness that had formed, then he slowly lifted them, meeting my own.

Waves of recognizable emotions slamming into my body. I couldn’t even name them as everything felt familiar, but one thing was clear at that moment. I wanted him... my man — Gillian.

I don’t know if it is the alcohol in me, but the next thing I knew I was already kissing him. All my inhibitions out of the window.

Everything was moving so fast.

My head hit the pillow as he pulled my dress off me in one swift move. His hot hands roaming over my body. His lips kissing and nipping every part uncovered.

I pulled his hair hard when I suddenly felt a stinging pain in my body. I don’t know what he did, but I felt a bite. But at that moment, all I could ever think about was how good he made me feel.

His muscles flexing slowly on top of me as he slowly lowers his head on my private part. His top was gone, but he is still wearing his jeans. Gillian was half naked, and I was lying under him completely undone.

I blushed hard when he suddenly kissed me there. His tongue tasted me.

A familiar sound coming out of my mouth. A moan.

Something was building up inside of me and I wanted to release it. I moaned harder as he kept going.

Everything is so familiar to me, but it felt so good. That I didn’t want him to stop. Instead, I wanted more.

So then I slowly pushed his face away.

His eyes met mine. Alluring bright golden eyes full of lust watching me.

“I want you,” I bravely said.

Something inside him seemed to snap as he roughly crashed his lips on mine. The sweet taste drowning and clouding my mind more.

I kissed him back as much as I could even though I didn’t know how. My hands wandering on its own, caressing his muscular body that feels so hard and soft at the same time. A sexy male moan escaped between our lips as my hands moved lower. Driving my alcohol-filled mind further and bolder.

I snapped his jean buttons off and pulled it down. I felt him helping me undress his remaining garments and then gently opening my legs underneath him.

Breaking the kiss as he positioned himself. He slowly eased himself inside me and I felt a little pain increasing as he went further. My eyes met his as a tear fell down my eye... but I don't know why...

His eyes followed it and leaned gently to kiss it away. That made my eyes flutter close.

“You’re mine, again,” he whispered.

And before I could even ask what he meant. He started to move and bring me to places I did not know existed. Taking me higher, my body convulsing multiple times because of so much pleasure that, before I even knew it, I passed out.