Another Cruel Twist Of Fate
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Chapter Three.
Freya’s POV.
This couldn’t be happening. My stomach was in knots so tight I thought I might be sick. I knew the moon goddess hated me but out of all the sick, twisted fates she could have pulled, this was just the worst.
Of all the men on earth, of all the Dad’s in the universe, it just had to be my bully’s Dad!
How on earth was it even possible that Mom got the attention of someone like Alpha Kade? He wasn’t just going to marry her, he wanted me to move in!
Into the pack house, with the demon he birthed as a son!
I just stood there, staring from one person to the other and wondering if this was all just a bad dream that I was going to wake up from.
“Your mother and I have some… last minute wedding details to discuss so Rafe will take you home.” The Alpha said, authoritatively.
My blood ran cold. My eyes snapped towards Rafe who was leaning against his sleek, intimidating sports car with his arms crossed, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might crack.
He looked like he’d rather set the car on fire than let me step inside it.
“No, I can-“ I protested but the Alpha’s firm voice cut me off, leaving no room for any further arguments.
“Rafe, take her straight home.”
I glanced at Mom, pleading with my eyes, hoping she would at least call off whatever madness was going on. I didn’t want to be left alone with him; I can’t be trapped in such an enclosed space with him.
Rafe doesn’t look at me, he just pushed himself off the car and got into the driver seat, slamming the door so hard that it made me jump.
Somehow, my legs carried me to the passenger door and I slide in, immediately pressing myself against the door desperate to put as much distance as possible between us.
I tried to make myself small, to sink into the leather seat as I held my breath, afraid if I breathed too loud, it would draw his attention.
My heart was pounding so hard against my chest that I was certain he could hear it but he didn’t look at me. Not once.
His eyes were glued on the road and his expression was terrifying. I could see the muscles twitching in his jaw, his hands were practically strangling the steering wheel, his knuckles bone-white as his fingers clenched so tight, I could hear the leather creaking in protest.
I was the one forced into a car with my bully so why was he so angry?
I thought I was going to pass out from holding my breath so long but the car finally came to a halt in the driveway of the packhouse and I practically fell out of it.
He doesn’t even acknowledge me, he just brushed past me into the gigantic house.
I felt so small. So out of place. The ceilings were too high, the furniture too grand and just when I really started looking around, admiring the luxurious decoration the mansion was covered in, a soft voice came from behind me.
“You must be Freya. I’ll show you to your room.”
The maid led me up a staircase and down a long hallway,
“Here.” She said, as she pulled open the door to a room big enough to be my entire apartment.
Standing alone in the middle of the room, I glanced around, the room had been coated in a soft shade of pink and everything from the golden intricate details on the furniture to the decorations tastefully positioned all over, showed the room had been designed specifically for a girl.
It was breathtakingly beautiful but for some reason, I just stood there, the bitter taste of anger filled my mouth.
Mom had always been selfish, I should have known she would never change.
I hated this place, I wanted to go back home.
I crumbled to the ground, biting back the tears that threatened to spill down my face any second.
I had no idea how long I was curled up on the floor sobbing silently but after what felt like a few hours, the door opened and mom walked in.
She glared at me with irritation as she dragged me off the floor angrily,
“Listen, I meant every word I said back there. You had better play the role of a perfect daughter if you don’t want to end up back on the streets.”
“How could you do this Mom?” I cried out, tears pricking the corner of my eyes, “do I not mean anything to you? You left me alone in that apartment, you don’t even know how I managed to pay the bills, to feed myself, you didn’t even ask, you just waltz back into my life and drag me here.”
“Am I supposed to just accept this? A new family? Could you be any more selfish.” I added, my voice rising higher than I intended.
She scoffed out loud, “you’re just like him, ungrateful and miserable.” She spat.
“I should have just let you rot in poverty. Your stupid face in my new home only reminds me of that useless father of yours. All you have is one job, tutor Rafe and if you dare breathe a word to Alpha Kade about anything from our past, I swear by the goddess, I’ll throw you out and you’ll be dead to me. Dead.”
I winced at how harsh her voice was, how much hatred burned in her eyes. Did she really hate me that much? Because of Dad?
“How can you even call yourself a mother?” The words slipped past my lips before I could stop myself and she reacted almost immediately, raising her hand high up in the air and bringing it down heavily on my face.
My cheeks stung so bad, my vision blurred with tears.
She stormed back to the door and pulled it open,
“Don’t you ever talk back at me in my house again.” She added before slamming the door shut.
I sank down to the floor, hot tears streaming down my face. It was so much worse than I thought. She didn’t just not love me, she hated my very existence.
By the time the sun went down, my tears had dried up and I dragged myself into the bathroom. I turned the shower on as hot as it would go, eager to wash everything away.
It wasn’t until I stepped out of the bathroom before I realized I had nothing to wear. Forcefully wrapping a tiny towel around my chest, I pulled open the large wardrobe, surprised to find it filled to the brim with dresses. I was just about to pick out a dress when a calm voice cut through the silence.
“Took you long enough.”
My entire body froze and my head shot to the side to find Rafe casually leaning against the door frame like he owned the entire place with his eyes fixed on me.
His gaze was intense. It travelled from my face, down to my neck, over the towel, to my bare feet.
I staggered backwards in shock as my hands flew up to hold the towel firmly in place as if my whole life depended on it. My face twisted in horror, I didn’t hear the door open, how long has he been standing there?
Fear coursed through my veins, it was one thing to endure his pranks in school but I couldn’t possibly survive it at home.
“G-Get out.” I stammered.
“So…” he suddenly began to walk towards me.
Each step made my pulse skyrocket.
It didn’t matter how fast I was rushing backwards, I soon crashed against the wall and his body trapped me in place.
He was so close that I could feel the heat coming off him.
“My new stepsister is also my tutor.” His silky smooth voice that would naturally make the girls at school swoon over him, filled my ears but it only made my heart drop down to my stomach in fear.
His icy eyes pinned me to the spot. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. The towel felt flimsy, my skin too exposed under his intense gaze.
“I get to see you in casual clothes now, huh… this should be fun.” He laughed, but it didn’t lighten his eyes, it only darkened it.
He suddenly reached out and I flinched, my eyes instinctively squeezed shut as I waited for the worst to come.
But his hands just moved slowly, and he tangled his finger in a strand of my wet hair. He tugged, just a little, forcing my head back.
The second his skin grazed slightly against mine, a jolt like lighting, shot through my whole body. A warmth exploded in my chest, so fierce and intense that it stole the air from my lungs.
Deep inside of me, I sensed my wolf awaken. For the first time in my entire life, I felt her presence inside of me as her voice filled my head, tearing through me like a gentle scream,
“Mate.”
My eyes flew open, widening with horror and shock.
No. It couldn’t be. Not him. Anyone but him.
A devilish grin spread across Rafe’s face. He could see the fear and panic in my eyes and he was enjoying it.
“You know what kind of animal I enjoy hunting the most?” He whispered, his eyes dropped down to my lips for a second and my breath hitched.
I couldn’t speak. I just stared, horrified.
“The soft ones,” he murmured into my hair, “the tender, fragile ones. So easy to scare. And when they’re terrified…” he finally let go of my hair, his knuckles brushed against my cheek and I shuddered.
“…they just freeze.”
His words painted a horrifying picture in my head. He was the hunter and I was the soft animal.
In a flash, he straightened up. The smirk was gone, replaced by the usual, deadly cold glare like the last two minutes never happened.
“Your mom wants you downstairs for dinner,” he said, his tone flat, “I do not intend to start the hunt now but if you make me come back up here to get you, I’ll assume you have a death wish.”
With that said, he turned and walked out, closing the door quietly behind him.
The moment he was gone, my legs gave out. I crumpled to the floor, my skin still buzzing where he’d touched me as I gasped for air.
How was I supposed to survive living under the same roof with him?
Has the moon goddess not played enough cruel jokes in one day?
Rafe Nightwell was my worst nightmare so how the hell could he be my mate?
- Writer
