TWISTED MATES

Episode 15

Finally, Freya arrived at her fiancée's apartment. Entering the house, she met a very anxious Jake, who had worry and sadness written all over his face.

"I can't believe you hired guards to search for me," Freya nagged, throwing her arms around Jake's neck. "I am sorry," she apologized before drowning him in a pool of passionate kisses. They only broke it off when both of them were panting out of suffocation.

Jake was speechless. Only staring deep into Freya's eyes and holding her shoulders like she was a fragile thing that would shatter if he let go.

Jake cupped her face, rubbing his thumbs along her cheekbones. Not speaking, just gazing down into her eyes. "Are you hurt?" He finally managed to ask.

"Not at all. How about you?" Freya asked, leading Jake to an empty couch. "Are you hurt?"

"No." Sighing, "what was all that? Who was the guy and why did you run off?" Jake bombarded her with questions.

"Did Dante hurt anyone else?" Freya asked, her anger rising. She knew Dante didn't leave a place without showing his immaturity. The guy was a profound d**k before. What made him different now?

Freya knew very well that this day was coming, but she wasn't up for discussing it with Jake. She wanted to hide nothing from him. Yet, she wanted to expose him to only limited information. Knowing would only put him at risk, and she couldn't process the thought of losing Jake, talk more of it happening.

"Baby, can we have this conversation some other time? Please, I just need you to comfort me. I promise to let you in on everything at the appropriate time."

Jake was always a darling who believed in quietness more than action. You could call him the boring folk, but he had also seen his unfair share of action.

Jake grew up in an abusive home that made him do everything possible just to become successful. He wanted a life filled with peace and love, and that is why he wasn't hesitant about showering Freya with all the positive qualities he had trained himself to possess. He made sure to become better in and out. Violence and whatever that was related to it, want Jake's. He became successful in his career and habit.

"Okay. Are you hungry?" He asked.

"Starving," Freya managed to let out.

"The guy did leave a message, though. He said that you've been chosen. Whatever it was he meant by that, I hope it was all for the best."

"You've nothing to worry about. I'll fix this. I'll take care of it."

"Okay," squeezing her shoulder reassuringly, "tell me when you are ready."

"Do you trust me?"

"Doesn't matter," Jake said.

It did matter. Freya's rage surged like a tide to cover her hurt and grief. "I want to know if you trust me and would be a little more patient with me. I don't mean to be secretive with you or anything. But, there are certain things I just can't tell you yet. I don't want to worry you unnecessarily. Jake, please, don't give up on me."

"Hey, hey, hey," Jake cooled her. "Don't get yourself worked out. You look as if you've been through hell today. It is fine if now isn't the appropriate time for you to open up to me. I just want you to feel safe and secure with me. Trust me enough to tell me whatever, baby. For now, you've to eat, freshen up and relax."

Sitting for a short time in absolute quietness, Jake went and made what was now breakfast. After they ate, they both showered and retired to bed. Although for the rest of the time in bed, Freya couldn't sleep. Her mind kept wandering off to what was coming. She tried to shield herself by remembering the happy times. What life was with just Jake and her job as a dealer in cars, art and whatever value could be sold. So bright. So achieved.

When she managed to fall asleep, it was quickly interrupted by nightmares of that faithful day when she was found. Just like yesterday, she could remember all the details of what happened in the last, and she wanted nothing to do with it again. Whatever it was, she was going to fight hard to protect what she loved.

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Jake's warmth and strength flowed into Freya like water cooling fire. She'd been buried in darkness and pain, the nightmare jabbing with the experiences of the day, awakening memories she'd long wanted to bury.

They'd taken everything away from her because of her pack, subjecting her to a slave who had to fight to survive each day. She had seen the worst of the worst. The 'justified' killings by Alpha Hero wanted to set an example for everyone he thought was weak, an abomination and not from the 'accepted pack.'

The memories of the past had fused with the reality of now, and Freya had known in her heart that one day Dante would catch up with her to create more havoc. The truth about their mating was denied by both of them. Right from the time, they felt the spark, the chemistry, and everyone knew just that they lived in denial, killing the possibility of Freya becoming a Luna. To quash the slightest opportunity, Dante's father had made sure that whatever attraction that could have grown between them was turned into a high level of hatred.

Memories slid away. Jake had Freya here, his scent like a bite of lavender, his face petal-soft under her fingertips. She leaned to him to inhale him, exhaling to gain some form of comfort. What would she do if anything happens to Jake?

"You love watching me sleep," she heard Jake say with a smile plastered on his face.

"You are my happy place," Freya said, kissing him.

"How about I take care of you for the entire day? I am taking today off work and I checked your schedule, you don't have any engagements too. Not that you would have any for some time," he whispered to himself.

"What was that supposed to mean, Mr.?" She asked, scrunching her nose.

Freya wasn't one to focus on one job. She had about two to three jobs, but the one at the art gallery was her favorite. She poured in her heart into anything that had to do with it. She worked overtime and made sure that it was her second comfort unit. She had equally grown attached to both the job and the people she worked with. Anything that would take her away from it would kind of break her apart, but since she still had Jake and the other job, she wouldn't dwell on it for long.

"You got fired. Your boss called, ranting how you made him lose a lot of money because you didn't show up." Hugging her, "I am sorry, baby. I know you loved your job."

"What? He did do that? He can't do that to me. That is so unfair. I gave that company everything, and now he is just firing me over the phone?" Scoffing, "I can't believe that he is this heartless."

Rising, "baby, it is okay. We will work something out."

Forcing a smile, "Let's have fun, baby. Today is all about us. I just pray that everything goes well and nothing spoils it for us."

Wishes can only be wishes. You never know what's coming next!