Chapter Two

Freya's POV. 

Two days later.

I have been sitting in one position with the maids for the past few hours, dolling up my face and turning me into someone that I am not. I wish I could scream at them, but what choice have I got?

To be honest, I do not know how my days are being filled here except for the training I've been passing through to be the most perfect damsel to walk today.

I am to be married today, and a tear couldn't help but drop.

"A Luna should not but find today her most precious day, and for a girl like you, there's more awaiting in the future. You will see." Says the head maid, Miss Due, before she orders the room to be left with me alone.

As they closed the door, my tears ran free. I am facing the cruelty of life, but for what? Why? 

Staring in the mirror, I see the reflection of somebody else. This isn't who I was before my mother died or before my stepfather turned into the beast who sold me to the throne without my knowledge.

I hate everyone and everything. I hate the girl I see as my reflection. I hate her dark blonde hair that's held into beautiful French braids and wearing this fake wedding gown made from green linen material.

I hate the fact that throughout my years of living, I've only done the things I've been told to do, and sincerely, I do not know when I'll stop being that slave. I feel no power and also allow these people to lead my life. My wolf whines within me, which makes me chuckle. We are both hurting.

Suddenly, I began to feel too much heat, and looking towards the door, I thought of possibly running away. I know it's a crazy thought, but perhaps I can find a way to excuse myself.

I open the door and see Felix, my man-in-service, at a reasonable distance from the door. He bows lightly when he sees me.

"Where is the closest garden to here?" I ask, and his brows raise.

"I cannot afford the error of getting you stained in your dress, Luna. Your bonding begins soon." He speaks with such formality that it makes me grunt inwardly.

"I just need space. Please, allow me that." I gave a pity look, which made me release a dubious breath. By the way, he's the only one who's regarded me as a Luna even when I haven't become one.

"Come with." 

I smiled as we began to move towards a path. Throughout our escape to the garden, he was careful that we weren't seen. Finally, I can have my own space before my life is finally changed from miserable to hell.

The night sky shines light from the blue full moon into my sight, and I love it. Continuously, I stare back at it before I close my eyes and breathe in the fresh, crispy air.

In my thoughts, I speak, "Mother, father, tonight, I am ruined. Tonight, any chance to be independent is lost. I will never be the woman you want me to be. I shall bear the cold-hearted Alpha a son. I am to become his mistress. I pray I die soon, though, as perhaps then I can finally join you wherever you are and, firstly, scold you for even thinking of remarrying, mother." I finish with a genuine smile, widening my lips. As of then, more tears drip down my face.

I couldn't stop it, allowing the flow before I went down to a crouch.

A few seconds later, I hear a familiar voice, that of the princess Cathwulf Kurt. "Tonight is supposed to be a beautiful night."

I took a long time to reply, clearing myself of my mess. "Maybe if I had been the one to choose what happens to me in it, princess Cathwulf Kurt."

Once I say this, she hums before she walks closer to me, and her hand cups my face. Gently, she began to clean my face.

"It's Cat to you. And, oh, Freya, don't be sad. I know you've heard a lot about the throne being so scary, but perhaps it's only the rules that are, which I, for one, do not support. I do not support what is happening to you now, but even we, your rulers, have limitations. I'm sorry." Her voice flutters like soft leather, soothing my pain.

"I don't know what to do." I feel so vulnerable that I find speaking my heart to her wouldn't in return hurt me.

"My brother is a lot of things, but not a woman molester. I guess that should calm you yet." We both chuckled at her choice to give me comfort. "And oh, if this is any consolation, he doesn't stay around much, so you won't have to fill your days with the cruelest Alpha of all times gawking at you."

Out of nowhere, we heard the sound of bells ringing. My bonding night with the Alpha King is here.

My chest starts to heave ups and downs, which Princess Cathwulf places her hand on and tells. "Life wants us to feel weak. Men want us to feel weak. Women want us to feel weak. Every day, you are attacked as a woman and as an Omega, but one thing you should ask yourself is: why do you allow it? Maybe someday you'll have a response to that. For now, please allow me this chance. I would like to walk you down the aisle. What do you say?"

I press my lips into a thin line and nod affirmatively. She buckles her hand with mine, and soon we arrive at the door.

Everything is happening like a breeze, within a blink of an eye. As the guards open the door and I see the many crowds inside the room, I scoff, knowing that wherever my actual mate is, I have put him in an endless search for me and in pain.

"One last thing," Cat whispers to me, "do not trust my brother. He can be the sly, sometimes."

My steps are slow, and my chest is the only thing that has raced through this large room uncountable times. I keep my eyes from falling onto these powerful beings who made up the decision of my life, but rather onto my destination.

I can feel the ray of the moonlight sprinkling its naturalism onto my gown, beautifying the night.

And then, all of a sudden, as I look up while walking down the aisle, I see the Alpha King, and instantly, I am lost.

First, I heard no sound. Everything is suddenly torn from my view. My eyes fixed on his, as did his back. The staring exchange wouldn't stop as I began to hear a sound. It was a mildly beating drum. It had been sounding alarmingly until another came, its own sound overwhelming the other and soothing it as well.

In a linear progression, the first began to rise, trying to meet up with the second drum. They both quake these continuous sounds in a similar rhythm, yet somehow, I can feel they aren't one but two. Although they try to become one, because they were meant to.

The moment I finally stop in front of the Alpha King, Nicholas Kurt, his eyes now squinted at me as though he's reading into my soul, I am left breathless.

He's the most handsome being I have ever seen in my life. As light-headed as I am at the moment, I felt my wolf wanting to rip off the woolen, thick suit that he's in, leaving him with just the white shirt within that. From here, I see two buttons left released, and my vision catches the tattoo on his left pec.

His warm beige skin calls my undivided attention as my eyes draw him from his silky, perfectly combed black hair to his picked brows to his mesmerizing jawline and other pointed features of his face. His height, in addition, towers over mine.

Collecting a switchblade from the priest, he cuts himself on the palm, drawing his blood into a bowl before passing the same blade to me.

As I cut myself, feeling the sharp pain, I felt the beating from the drum again, and this time I recognized it.

They weren't drums. They were beating hearts of love. My heart and his. His had been the loudest, and mine had been the one chasing after it.

The rhythm we are synchronizing is, fuck; that's him. "Mate!"