C14 Loretta being a bitch

Freya’s pov

The audacity of this vulture to address me as a bitch. I once again paid no attention to her. I just chewed on my food as I took a mouthful.

“Let’s make one thing straight here, I’m his main bitch. We’ve been together for a long time, longer than you could possibly imagine so you’ll bitches can go fuck yourselves. He’s mine,” and that was the moment I reacted.

I scoffed, his main bitch? I chuckled, not even in a million years could she. With her absurd need to fix red everywhere like Cheryl.

Rolling my eyes I stood up not quite feeling hungry anymore. This sly had taken my appetite when she graced us with her reeking presence. It was like she arrived and my appetite was gone.

“You need to eat Freya,” said Racheal. I smiled at her, I could always do that later.

While my face was clear of emotions, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. One that distressed me and had somehow snaked pain through my head.

Artemis did not come back to me. He didn’t run after me. To hold me and explain. I remembered locking eyes with him as I got into the elevator. He had a broken look and I had let myself believe that he would run after me. How foolish of me.

I was climbing the stairs when I felt my body spin. My back to the wall and my face staring at… what was her name again? I think Loretta or something. I don’t care. Did this bitch just pull me?

“Now listen up bitch, I don’t know who you are or wherever you appeared from, I want you gone.”

This struck a nerve and I let out a bewildered chuckle. I should disappear?

“Funny because I was also thinking the same thing. Who the hell are you?” I have had enough of this good for nothing emotionless fuckers fucking with me. Feeling as though they were above all and that they could trample over anyone like a spec of dirt. I was not going to sit back and do nothing anymore.

“What did you say?” She asked fuming. “I’m his main girl,” she said.

“Surprising because there can only be one main girl and that’s me, his mate!” I spat out.

“What? That can’t be true, you can’t be his mate. Artemis always disposed of the idea of finding a mate or even having one,” she blurted out in disbelief.

I was hurt. Artemis never intended to find a mate? He didn’t want any so why did he accept? Why did he not reject me? What’s his plan? What am I to him? Does he even want me?

All these questions swirled my mind and made me a tangled mess. I was beginning to feel nauseous.

‘Was that why he didn’t come after me? Why didn't he bother to explain? Because he never wanted me, he never wanted us?’

My wolf whimpered in my head at the thought of her mate not wanting us. She was sad, not just her. We were sad but we did not dare let it break out through the surface and show. To make this devil from hell rejoice at our plight.

“That doesn’t matter now? Does it? He had found me and you can return to your humble abode now,” she became furious.

“You bitch!” Her hand struck me. I raised my face up, in the process, I felt a swift air sweep past my face. Was this slut about to slap me again.

When I looked up, her hand was held in midair by Racheal. “You will not disrespect the Luna of this pack in front of me,” Racheal said sternly.

“What? What’s this?” She smiled incredulously looking around before she settled her eyes back on Racheal. A maddening gaze.

“You little snake, you finally showed your true colour, huh?”

Racheal answered, “yes I did and they are not your favourite shade of red are they? Now get out or go to your room!” She said and pushed her away.

“What?!” She tilted her head from side to side like someone that was about to go into a fight.

“Are you okay?” Racheal asked me. I stifled a smile and nodded positively. I’m sure the staff around had enjoyed quite some show. I bet nothing this theatrical had happened here for ages.

“You go up, I'll bring your food for you.” That was Racheal. Her words and assurance was like a safe haven. She reminded me of Sonia. I missed Sonia. I wondered how she’s faring over there at the Eastwood. I do hope she is okay. That Evelyn will sure as hell give her a hard time.

Walking into the elevator I left the little chatter downstairs and pressed the button up on the elevator. When I arrived on our floor, I and Artemis winx. I stood and stared at his door. The two big metal doors enclosing how big the room was on the inside.

They were guards standby even on this floor, they were few but nonetheless they were situated on this winx. I sighed and attempted to walk into my room when I halted. Stopped myself.

“Why do I want to go into my room?” I asked myself aloud.

“Oh don’t tell me it's because of that bitch. Come on Fay you’re better than this!” Using the nickname Artemis had given to me.

I felt butterflies spreading their winxs at the pit of my stomach using his nickname.

And so what if he said he didn’t want a mate. I also recalled people calling him all sorts of names before; calling him a monster, a devil, a murderer, a killer of men. But I had not seen him exhibit any of those attributes. If they should see him this morning on my bed they sure as hell would not be able to spill such rubbish from their mouth.

As my thoughts delved deeper into this part it expelled every form of worry I had garnered in my head. And just like that I breathed out.

The doubt in me tried to resurface but I pushed it even deeper, so deep that it would have to cross a thousand feet in the ocean to simply peek its head.

Racheal came up through the spiraling stairs and met me in the hallway.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked once more for clarification.

I smiled, “yes I’m fine.”

“Okay now that we’ve established the fact that you’re okay. Are you insane! Or perhaps crazy. Why did you just stand there and let yourself get slapped by her? She queried. Her voice attained a certain level of degree as she spoke. She was angry that I stood like a statue and got slapped.

Chuckling silently, “Racheal tell me, how long have you been here?” I took her hand as we walked down the stairs.

“Why do you ask?” She queried.

“I want to know about this place,” by the looks of things here I have to get myself acquainted with this pack before it’s too late. If I am going to be a Luna, I need to tread carefully and know my foes. The thought of being followed hadn’t yet expelled my mind. To add I was scared and even more scared that my life may possibly be in danger. Remembering the notes I got when I went shopping. I couldn’t quite decipher if it was a threat and part of me didn’t want to let Artemis know. I could be calling a false alarm. Or could I ?