C15 Freya's POV; Jealous husband

~Freya~

Walking through a narrow path, we finally arrived at the maze. Taking my hand, we walked round the maze as we engaged in small talks and warm conversations.

"What do you think about Lucien?" He asked.

His question took me by surprise as I didn't have anything to say. I'd never really thought about Lucien in any way.

"I don't know," I responded, the uncertainty in my voice evident.

"I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, I was just curious to know what you thought about him, that's all," he stated.

Inhaling sharply, I couldn't help but delve deep into my mind as i began to recall past events. I couldn't really make out tangible words, he's cold today, warm tomorrow and a total a*shole most times.

"I can't put words together, his mood interchanges on different occasions," I responded.

"I understand, he can be a real pain the butt," Jasper said, chuckling softly.

As we strode round the maze in silence, the feel of the night's wind on my skin sent waves of relaxation through my body.

Walking hand in hand, Jasper and I talked warmly with each other. Our intimate moment was interrupted by Gabriel. He approached us swiftly. The look of displeasure evident on his face.

"Luna," he called.

"Yes Gabriel?"

"Prince Lucien has requested your presence in the mansion," he stated firmly as he rolled his eyes looking at mine and Jasper's hands intertwined.

I was taken aback by his words. Lucien hadn't sent word to me in six weeks, and now he pops out of nowhere demanding my presence? He couldn't even apologize in the slightest way?

"I refuse," I responded arrogantly as I tossed my hair to the side.

"He said you'd say that and instructed me to tell you, if you don't follow me into the mansion he would rip your dress apart stitch by stitch till you're left naked," Gabriel stated firmly.

Hearing Gabriel's words, I swallowed hard as my feet quivered.

"I think it's best you go answer him Freya," Jasper said, patting my shoulder softly.

Rolling my eyes, I reluctantly followed Gabriel back into the mansion. Making our way into Lucien's study, I was stunned at the sight in front of me.

As I stepped into his study, my breath caught in my throat. Lucien stood shirtless by the window. His back was to me, but even from this angle, his presence was overwhelming.

I hadn't seen him this way before, but he didn't look like he used to. My eyes scanned his features enthusiastically.

He was tall—at least six foot nine. His short thick black hair had grown long as it draped over his broad shoulders, cascading in waves that contrasted starkly with his smooth, tanned skin. I couldn't help but let my gaze travel down his chiseled back to where his eight-pack abs began, each muscle taut and perfectly defined. He held a glass in one hand, bringing it to his thin pink lips for a measured sip, revealing a calm, almost predatory confidence. Then he turned slightly, and I caught a glimpse of his face. Heat surged through my veins as his silver eyes met mine, piercing and intense, as if they could see straight into my soul.

The light beard framing his chiseled jaw added a rugged touch, enhancing his already stunning features. Every line and angle of his face seemed crafted to perfection, exuding an aura of dominance and power. My heart raced, and I felt a thrilling mix of awe and anticipation.

"Leave," he commanded, dismissing Gabriel with a wave of his hand.

Bowing slightly, Gabriel left the study closing the door behind him. Walking towards me, he dropped his glass on the side table as he glared at me, the fury in his eyes palpable.

With each step he took, I unconsciously took steps backwards. What was he going to do to me? Feeling the cold wall against my back, I swallowed hard as he ate up the distance between us.

"What are you wearing?" He asked, his voice deep as he scanned my body.

"A dress," I responded, rolling my eyes.

Scoffing, he gripped my waist pulling me close to him. The feel of his bare body on mine sent waves of unexplainable heat through me. I couldn't understand why I felt this way.

"I warned you not to dress this way Freya. And now you wear it around another man?" He asked, arching his brow.

"What's it to you?" I argued.

He said we should live on each other's terms, yet he always interfered in my life.

"You're mine!" He growled, his deep voice husky as his grip round my waist tightened.

"You don't own me Lucien Wolfson. You said we would live on each other's terms, why does it bother you?"

Chuckling darkly, he threw me against the chair as he loomed over me. Leaving but an inch of space between our lips, I could feel his hot heavy breaths graze my face.

"Freya," he began, his voice deep as his lips grazed mine, "I don't give a damn about living on each other's terms, every heartbeat, every breath you take belongs to me," he stated, his voice husky as his eyes pierced mine.

The feel of his lips against mine left a burning sensation in me. I wanted him. But why and how could I want him? I couldn't understand what was going on with me. But I refuse to be controlled by him.

"Need I remind you? You made the rules yourself, we owe each other no vows."

"Vows or not, you can try to fight it, but you are mine."

His gaze drifted to the cleavage on my dress. My feet quivered as his fingers trailed my neck to my bust. My heart raced yet my body craved for more.

Grabbing the small opening on the cloth which showed my cleavage, my heart raced as I pondered, what was he going to do? Why wasn't I fighting back? Moon goddess, what sorcery is this?

"I promised you, the next time you dressed this way, I would rip your clothes apart stitch by stitch," he growled coldly.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized what was about to happen.