Freya The finals arrived, and I was glad to see 2 Midnight Pack members. Another warrior and Joric, the future Alpha. I always see Joric giving me that "You're mine" look, but I ignore him. I don't know why he keeps on insisting he is my mate. He must have really liked me but sorry for him. I only like my prince, Matteo and I only have one mate. The five fighters wore their gear. It has a sensor that detects every hit. The king and Rapha thought about this. It was like fencing. The last two who had the least number of hits taken will be announced as winners. The tournament was only held in human form. We already know how strong their wolves are and strengthening them physically will make their wolves stronger. Fighting when they shifted, wolves usually took over their bodies. And because they were animals, they were good when it came to survival. It is believed that the stronger the human form, the stronger the wolf. That's how it works. It was solely for that reason that the tour

Third Person "It was clear, dad, she remembered how her parents and pack died." Matteo said. "A Lycan with rogues attacked them and killed everyone in their pack. If not for her mother, she would have died too." he added, as the king nodded his head in agreement. He was now certain that someone from the palace had something to do with it, so she looked at Freya, "Unfortunately, I still can't remember who mom and dad talked to when we came here to seek help." she said, as she already knew that he would be asking her about it. She started to feel regretful that she couldn't remember something as crucial as that information and had been trying to recall her memory. She thought that her brain must have suffered too much from the loss of her parents and was trying to control her memories so she wouldn't get hurt much. "I remember in one of our lessons back in the Midnight Pack that our brain sometimes prevents us from remembering something that will cause us pain, just like what our wo

Matteo Dad and I talked in his office while Freya was with Calvin and her friends. I’m sure that they wanted to be together now that they were done with their training. Giving my mate time for her friends made me jealous, especially when it was about Clay. But no one can blame me since I caught them kissing. Well, it may have been before we were together. However, the fact that she was aware that she was mine and still thought of having a chosen mate made me feel this way. But I wanted her to be happy and I knew that being with her family and friends would do the trick, so I had to be understanding. Plus, I already knew she loved me. Dad and I agreed to organize an event for the entire kingdom where everyone must attend. We wanted Freya to meet everyone in the palace. We wanted to see if she could remember the person who entertained her and her parents when they visited 9 years ago. I would like to know who it was so I can punish him. They prevented me from seeing my mate. What if I

Freya This is going to be difficult. I never thought the royals would have had this kind of dispute for decades. How would we defeat Matteo’s uncle when he was supposed to be king? Even if he loses to the current king, it doesn’t mean that it was all that happened in the past. I also know that the king will never tell me more than what he has told us. I hope that it was all right though. But I understand his anger at King Marco. We can’t deny the fact that he is the first born and has the qualities in terms of strength and power necessary to be a king. We have to think and discern what he needs with the pups if he was really behind the kidnappings. Who wouldn't be furious since his throne has been taken away from him? Even though the king fought for it fairly, it was still enough reason for him to feel angry. I’m pretty sure that he was told he was going to be king when he was a pup. And that will definitely drive everyone to do something beyond what is right. Matteo was worried as

Matteo Alec's anguish echoed through the room like a thunderclap. His desperate cry filled the air as he paced back and forth, unable to contain his worry and fear. "No! I have to do something and find her. I can't sit still without seeing her safe and sound," Alec shouted, his voice raw with emotion. His fists clenched and unclenched as if trying to release the pent-up frustration that threatened to consume him. His eyes, usually filled with confidence and determination, now brimmed with anxiety and helplessness. I watched my friend's distress, my heart aching for him. I knew precisely how he felt, and it was as if a heavy cloud of despair had settled over our pack. Being separated from your mate felt like a death sentence, a cruel twist of fate that left you incomplete, unable to manage or function properly. Our inner beasts, the wolves within us, would undoubtedly go feral if we didn't take swift and deliberate action. Alec's mate, Camilla, had been taken from us, and the void l