CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
ASTRID’S POV
“Ma’am Astrid” A voice calls and I turn to look at who it is. I see a servant standing behind me with her head bowed.
“Hello” I greet politely and she gently raises her head. “How may I help you?”
“Alpha Asher said to tell you that dinner has been served and he is waiting for you at the diner”
“Oh, ok. Please tell him I will be right there”
“Yes Ma’am” She leaves and I nervously rub my palms together.
Dinner.
When Arya told me about this dinner earlier today, I had begged her to convince her brother to let me have dinner in my bedroom, but she refused.
I don’t know how I’m going to eat with Freya staring daggers at me.
I really do hate her eyes.
“Well well well” A voice speaks, followed by claps and footsteps approaching me from behind. I jump in fright and turn abruptly to look, only to see Freya walking towards me with a menacing smile plastered at the side of her lips.
I’m not going to tremble, I’m not going to make her think that I’m scared of her, because I am not.
She might be the wife, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to defend myself against her if she tries to overstep her limits.
“You must feel so high and mighty right now that you have servants coming to announce dinner for you”
“Freya I don’t want your trouble this evening”
“Well, I’m going to give you trouble, you little brat. You think you are pregnant for my husband you go…”
“A husband that doesn’t love you, a husband whom you had to drugged before he made love to you? What exactly are you bragging about Freya? You forced the guy to marry you when you know he feels nothing for you. Don’t you pity yourself sometimes?” I fire at her and she raises her up to strike me in the face but I’m fast enough to hold the hand in the air.
I aggressively twist the hand, causing her to scream and turn around, making it easier for me to torture her all the more. I hold the hand behind her back and pull her hair with my left hand as I forcefully place her head close to me mouth.
She tries to fight back, but she’s too weak to even move muscle.
I find it pathetic.
“The next time you see me anywhere in this castle, run or you pass by without saying a single word. Because if you ever open this fithly mouth of yours and talk trash to me ever again, I will make sure you leave my presence with broken limbs.” I push her to the ground and walk away.
My pregnancy hormones are all over the place and I’m as wild an animal right now. She had better watch out for me in this castle!
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One hour later, we all(Asher, Arya, Rowan, Freya and I) are seated at the dinning about to eat.
Freya hasn’t mentioned a word eversince she got in here, but the murderous looks she keeps casting at me makes me undertand that she has taken what happened a while ago to heart.
I promise that I will do worse the next time she tries to intimidate me.
I smile and avert my gaze from her.
“This looks like a banquet meal”
“Well, the servants told me you have been eating a lot lately, so I asked them to praper all these so you can eat as much as you can” Asher explains and I can’t help but blush.
It’s embarrassing to hear that he knows about my recent glutenous habit.
“And for you Freya, I hope you eat a lot too” He says smiling.
“How am I supposed to eat when she has broken my hand” She complains and I fight my urge to laugh.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Why don’t you ask her yourself”
She says pointing at me and the moment Alpha Asher turns to face me, I shrug me shoulders and keep an innocent expression.
“Well, she was about to hit me earlier for no reason, so I had to defend myself by stoping the hand in the air. I don’t remember breaking it and she clearly doesn’t look like someone with a broken hand.”
“So you went troubleshooting, aye?” Alpha Asher asks, giving her cold look.
“I… just…”
“Enough Freya, just serve yourself some food and eat” Alpha Asher cautions and she frowns yet again.
“My hand hurts, I can’t eat alone. I need you to feed me.” She complains and I roll my eyes as a wave of jealousy washes through me.
“My ass! I held your left hand, not your right hand Freya and I very well know you are not lefty, so what exactly is your cry”
“I don’t remember talking to you, Astrid”
“Stop lying!”
“Enough!” Alpha Asher scolds as he slams the table and I shove a spoonful of peanut butter in my mouth. The moment the smell of it hits my nostrils, the urge to puke takes over me and without warning, I turn by the side and puke all over floor.
I get onmy knees and puke all the more as Alpha Asher gently rubs my back.
When I’m done, maids flood in from nowhere to clean the vomit away and I feel so light and guilty.
Alpha Asher helps me to my seat where I sit down and immediately I do, Rowan helps me with agkass of water which I gulp down in one go.
Now I feel better.
“What did you eat?” Asher asks concerned.
“Peanut butter”
“Shit! Rowan, instruct the maids to clear way everything made of peanut butter from this table”
“I will do just that” Rowan gets up and leaves and a few moments later, he comes back with maids who do as Alpha Asher commands.
Once they are done and I’m calm again, he serves me some chicken casserole and starts feeding me.
I can see from my peripeheral view that Freya is just seconds away from exploding with anger.
“You… really don’t have to do this”
“I want to do it, now stay still and let me feed you in peace” He cautions and I stay still on the spot.
Freya angrily gets up from her seat and barges out of the diner, just like always.
“Arya, tell the maids to serve her dinner inh her bedroom”
“Why do you even care?” Arya asks annoyed.
“I don’t want my child starving”
“Ah… yeah. She’s pregnant” She gets up from the chair and disappears into the kitchen.
“You have to eat as well” I try to caox him out of feeding me but he just smiles.
” I can always eat later on, love. For now, you two need to eat first” He says with the most charming smile on and I bite my lips hard as I blush.
I don’t even want to look at Rowan right now, because the look he has on will make my laugh like an idiot.
I swear these these siblings are something else.
Anyway, I’m glad that Alpha Asher is feeding me instead, because if he was doing so to Freya instead, I would have exploded with jealousy.
I understand why Freya had to leave, but it serves her right.
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“Freya” I call as I walk towards the bed and I can get her sobbing gently, but she doesn’t raise her head up to look at me.
Drama queen.
I know she has been crying ever since she got in here, just so I would get in and feel bad.
Well, she has won, because I do feel bad, but there’s no day I’m ever going to choose her over Astrid.
I look over at the sitting area and see varieties of meals served on the table and smile when I notice that she has eaten.
She was definitely very hungry.
“Freya” I call softly.
“Go away!”
I walk to the other side of the bed and climb on it and scoop her into her arms. Her entire face in drenched with tears and I take my time to wipe them away.
“That’s enough. Don’t cry anymore”
“You hurt me”
“I know. Just be a good girl next time and I won’t have to do anything like this again”
“Promise?”
“I promise” I place a gently kiss on her forehead as I keep rocking her in her arms.
The moment she falls asleep, I’m going to have to go to Astrid’s room to cuddle her as well.
Am I really going to survive this?