Freya "Frey," called Clay and Alec. I glared at Joric and Britney, my only recourse at the moment. "I didn't sign up; it's them," I explained, gesturing towards the future alpha and the frustrated Luna. "The dumb and the dumber," I added, and they both chuckled before turning serious. "You realize you can't back out, right? The Lycan prince expects us to take responsibility for our actions and make our own decisions. That's why he arranged the tournament with a week-long preparation," Alec said, and I nodded. I was uncertain whether to appear vulnerable to them or not. "I didn't want to join either," I admitted. I knew Mom and Dad would be concerned when they found out. I sighed deeply. I needed to contemplate this carefully because Pi had been on edge ever since we met our mate. She seemed different, always sensible, but I sensed something was amiss with her. "There were instances when we sensed our friends' disloyalty. I could sense her anger and fury, as if she wished harm upon
Matteo "Freya is joining," he declared, leaving me in shock. How on earth would she manage to fight without her wolf? I scrutinized Calvin, seeking confirmation of the truth. The gravity of his expression assured me that he wasn't joking. Who was I kidding? Calvin rarely ever joked. "I don't think you'll be heading to the site now; instead, you'll be going to school," he informed me, and I nodded. I needed to ensure her safety. I declared that those who had signed up and registered were not allowed to back out, emphasizing the commitment to prevent any casual decisions on Freya's part, especially regarding Clay and Alec. We hurried into school, and I was grateful that I had asked Calvin to stay hidden. If not, I couldn't fathom what I would do upon discovering her amidst the fight the next day. Though uncertain if she was truly my mate, my instincts insisted, and I wanted to believe it. Surprisingly, my Lycan seemed okay with this revelation, not snarling at me in my mind as it typi
Freya"I had to distance myself from him. Controlling Pi was already a challenge; she yearned to leap at him, a move that would inevitably lead to trouble. As the Lycan prince, such an act would be disrespectful, even if he were my mate. The fact that he couldn't scent me added an additional layer of complexity. His rejection could be profoundly painful for us.Fortunately, Clay and Alec were unwavering in their support and attentiveness. Their presence during this challenging time was indispensable. Turning my back on my mate, I refrained from looking back. If only it were that simple to approach him and assert my claim. As hope dwindled, I sighed, acknowledging the difficulty of winning him over.The pack run was about to commence, and with the prince's apology, we gathered once again. Clay and Alec remained close, vigilant and protective. Growls reached my ears, and turning around, I found them directed at me. Smiling, I said, 'Let's go.'Running together, I attempted to match their
Matteo "We needed to lock eyes, ensuring she was indeed my mate. I am unquestionably overjoyed that she belongs to me, and my inner beast shared in that enthusiasm. We were on the brink of something significant. My entire focus was on her eyes alone. "Your Highness," someone called, diverting my attention. I turned to see the person addressing me. "I am Freya's father, and I'll be taking her home," he declared. With those words, Freya's chin slipped away from my forefinger and thumb. Glancing at her, I noticed a relieved smile as she greeted her father. I clenched my fist, attempting to rein in my beast due to the unwelcome interruption. Nodding in acknowledgment, I shifted my gaze back to Freya, whose eyes remained fixed on her father. If my original plan failed, I would have to resort to a royal command. For now, I turned away and headed back to the villa. The looming fear of Joric and Britney's potential actions against my supposed mate forced me to participate in the tournament
Matteo I gripped the armrest tightly, observing Britney swiftly closing in on Freya, and anxiety began to gnaw at me. A sigh of relief escaped me as my mate skillfully evaded her. However, the relentless onslaught from Britney persisted, effortlessly dodged by Freya. As the skirmish unfolded, my concerns for Freya diminished; she strategically used her intellect, giving me confidence that she aimed to tire out her opponent and strike back when necessary. It seemed she was the type of fighter who valued precision over wasting energy on unnecessary hits. A smug expression on Freya's face indicated her readiness to retaliate, catching Britney's attention and causing her to pause briefly. Though it was short-lived, as Freya quickly closed the distance, poised with a clenched fist, ready to take down her adversary. Yet, Britney anticipated the move, stepping back just in time. I couldn't deny Britney's skill, but what surprised me was when Freya landed a left jab on her face. Britney sta
Freya"Does Clay like me? I initially thought he and Alec were just teasing me. I am aware of the rejection he experienced from a female Lycan two years ago. It was confirmed that I couldn't move an inch when I stumbled upon them kissing and making out. I was certain she was his first, considering he was still very young. What baffles me is how he recognized her as his mate when he didn't have a wolf at the time of rejection.Clay is truly exceptional. He acquired his wolf only last year, just before turning 17, earning him the position of Joric's future beta. Britney isn't suited for the role, not because she's a she-wolf, but simply because she's the beta's daughter. Despite having a wolf, she lacks proficiency in combat."Clay..." I uttered as I noticed his expression falter until his lips met mine. I like him. He could be the right one for me. He's been a constant presence in my life for as long as I can remember, and choosing him as my mate doesn't feel wrong. I welcomed the kiss,
Matteo "Why won't she sit here so we can have a conversation? I was still upset that she kissed another man, even though she knew she was mine. What was so appealing about that future beta that she chose him over me—a prince and a future king? Jealousy consumed me, especially upon discovering that Clay was her first kiss. I sensed it the moment our lips met. She seemed unsure of how to react, and that mutt took away her first kiss from me. Despite my imperfections, I've had intimate encounters with a she-wolf and a female Lycan beyond mere kissing. However, I thought it would be special if I were her first kiss. I desired to be the first man to do everything with her, so I warned her to follow my lead, but she remained defiant. I didn't realize she could be so stubborn. This wasn't the Freya I knew—the one who always kept her head down. "Sit, Freya," I insisted again. "No," she retorted. "Why can't you just sit there?" "I didn't want to sit on the bed your woman occupied just a l
Freya Oh, my goddess, how did he find out? I felt guilty when he revealed that Clay had been my first kiss. It was the truth, but I never anticipated he would discover we were mates. I had already given up hope that he would ever find out about us. That's why I was willing to initiate a relationship with Clay. I knew he had faced rejection, and no mate awaited him. But now that Matteo was claiming me, I felt an instant pang of sympathy for Clay. It was because I knew, deep in my heart, that I would choose my mate over him. Matteo was visibly upset, and I could sense that. I was scared and concerned that he might do something terrible to Clay, and I disliked that. He was in the dark about everything. Our conversation concluded after I told him I hated him and began to cry. I only did that to test him, to see if he would feel remorse and try to console me. And when he did, I already knew I had succeeded. I had found a way to get what I wanted. "I'm going home now," I declared, not ta