Freya was going to see the Alpha with one mission in mind, to beg to be relieved of tasks as his slave. She was wrong, she couldn’t do this. Is this what she would have to face everyday? Weak body, shredded skins, and going unconscious?
It was only a matter of time before she dies if she continued like this. Fury clawed up her spine as she continued to walk to the Alpha’s hall.
But as she neared, she started to hear voices coming from the hall. He had guests?
She leaned against the wall then crept closer, just enough to peer through the slit between the towering double doors. She immediately spotted Alpha Torin’s frame and that familiar unwanted butterflies formed in her stomach, her entire being yearning to drift forward, to be where he was.
Was this the reason she wanted to see him?
