CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
FREYA’S POV
I am just seconds away from losing my sanity. I went to bed last night hoping that by morning, everything will be back to normal, that some miracle will happen and everything will be the way it has to be, but that hasn’t happened.
This is morning and I’m still face to face with the reality that Astrid is in this pack, in this chambers, on this same floor, just in another wing.
When did things get to this level?
Even when she escaped, Alpha Asher went after her and brought her back here. What exactly is fate playing at here?
I’m furious.
I’m so furious that I want to kill someone. If I was in my father’s pack, I would have ordered for Astrid to be severely punished, but right now I can’t pass such commands and it frustrates in the worst possible way.
Arghhhh!
The room door creaks open and Asher walks in looking blissful.
Is he blissful because Astrid is here?
No, that can never be the reason why.
“We need to talk” I announce.
“Well, good morning to you too” He greets with a suspicious smile and I shoot him a confused look. “Today is such a nice day for me Freya, don’t ruin it for me”
“What makes it a nice day?”
“Nothing that concerns you”
“Could it be because you brought back Astrid to this pack?” I ask and looks at me surprised.
“I don’t know how you got that information, but you are right! So now that you know the reason for my cheerfulness this morning, you should leave me the hell alone!”
“Why are you doing this?” I ask and if he is sensible enough, he will feel the hurt in my voice and words.
It hurts so bad to see that he cares for Astrid more than he does me. She is nothing but a slave, I’m the one he should be caring for because I’m his fiancé, but the reverse is true.
“Why am I doing what?”
“Looking out for her?”
“Because she is a good person who unfortunately happens to be a victim of circumstances. She is like a lost puppy, a very cute lost puppy that has beaten severely by the rain. If that puppy stays out on the cold it might die. I’m not ready to let that happen to Astrid”
“Even if it’s against my wish?”
“Even if it is against your wish”
“You still have a chance to end the trouble that’s on it’s way” I warn.
“What chance and what trouble?”
“I haven’t told my father about all this yet, if I do, you know the havoc he is going cause in this pack just get Astrid back. This is your chance to give her up and save your people”
“I’m an Alpha Freya, if you think you can every make me dance to your tune, then you’d have to check up the meaning of the word “Alpha” one more time. This is my pack, I decide who stays and who leaves and I say Astrid stays, not even you or your father can change that. Also, I don’t think you need to tell him anything, by now the news would have reached him through the only survivor of Astrid’s search party. He will do well to fill your father in on the latest developments, so just stay home and rest your head”
He then walks into the bathroom leaving me totally dumbfounded.
Gah!
I storm out of the bedroom and head over to the West Wing where Astrid’s bedroom is located. When I get to the door, I knock three times and moments later, the door is opened by no one else but Astrid. The shock in her eyes makes me want to strangle her to death.
I cock my head to the side and raise my left brow at her as I wait for her to talk.
“Freya!” She calls in utter shock. I push her aside and walk into the bedroom. It looks very sophisticated and I can only imagine how strange it is for her.
Back at my father’s pack, her bedroom is nothing less than a cold dungeon.
“Look who is living the princess life”
“Freya, what are you doing here” She asks with her usual calm tone and I feel like ramming her head into the wall so she can die and let peace rain.
I hate her!
I despise the fact that she is here.
“I came to see the girl who turned from a slave into a princess over night”
“Freya this isn’t…”
“Stop talking when I’m talking!” I command in anger as I take slow steady steps towards her while staring daggers at her.
How I wish my eyes shot out real daggers towards her, like I’d shoot over a million and have her dead for good.
She is spoiling everything for me.
“The fact that we are both in this castle doesn’t make you my equal. I am still your mistress and you my servant every where we go. Is that clear?” I ask in fury but she doesn’t say anything. She just stands there and looks at me like I’ve lost my damn mind.
“Answer me!”
“Yes, Ma’am Freya”
“Good! So right now I want you to think about this yourself. My father wants you back in his castle and I know he will do everything in his power to achieve that. For now, he doesn’t know that you are here. I have given Asher many chances to hand you over, but it seems he doesn’t. However, I cannot stand your presence in this pack, so I’m going to go over to my father and tell him about your stay here. He’s gonna get furious and he’ll definitely punish Asher and his subjects for letting you stay here. Is that what you want?” I try to play with her conscience.
If Asher can’t get her to leave, then I’m going to toil with her conscience until she decides to leave by herself without raising any alarm.
“No, that’s not what I want. But I know Alpha Asher is not a weakling. If he wants me to stay, that means he knows how he’s going to handle your father and I trust that he knows what he’s doing”
“You stubborn bitch!” I curse as I give her a solid smack on her right cheek. “How dare you challenge my words. If you don’t leave, my father is going to destroy this entire pack, don’t you get it?” I ask raising my voice but she doesn’t utter a word. I inch closer to her and look at her straight in the eyeballs. “At first when I only hated you, I could bare to see you and have you serve me, but now that I despise you, you are too offensive. I just wish you could disappear from my life like a puff of smoke because you bring nothing but misery to me! You bring nothing but misery to everyone around you Astrid. You are such a cursed brat!” I push her to the ground as I storm out of the bedroom.
Asher won’t let her leave and she doesn’t want to leave either. Now I have to take matters into my own hands.
I’m going to over to father’s castle and spill the beans, I don’t care what happens afterwards.