C31 The thought of the battle

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Freya’s Pov

Some few minutes back we had returned to the pack house. I was on my bed, back to the bed, my hand under my head while I stared at the ceiling. My mind ran aimlessly, in circles; major thoughts being, the court, fight, Merona, come out alive (very important), Luna, Demitri, my father. Those were the cycles of my thoughts.

Panic? I didn’t know if I panicked or if this was me panicking. No proper fear was traced but I felt it, something or rather someone was suppressing it down, shoving the fear right down into the ocean, trying to drown it. My only hope was that I don’t drown with it.

Fighting Merona, how the hell was I supposed to do that. What? Was I supposed to develop super powers or steal one? How did they expect me to win?

I sat up, blonde hair, hazel eyes came to my mind. They belonged to Merona. She was invading my memory and sensory organ. She was incredibly strong, only heaven knows how long she had trained to be the best, then there was me, few months into training and they want me to magic my ass into winning a fight with Merona. Merona! That chic would be fighting men should she be given the chance.

It occurred to me that they were adamant on seeing me six feet, I did not die in the gallery, maybe a public humiliation with death was more mouth watering and appetizing. At least that way, they would not have a neck on the stake for killing me. They’d simply say, ‘she was too weak, she lost, she couldn’t withstand little hiccups,’ and the case would close.

Merona wouldn’t show mercy. She wouldn’t like the sound of that. Mercy for her would sound like weakness to her. Plus public humiliation would stretch her lips into a teeth shining smile, and she would not quit till she saw that the last fleck of life in me was out.

My door bursted open interrupting my thought. I jerked up and looked wearily to the cause of my disturbance. Sitting up I saw Racheal.

“Oh my dear,” she said, walking towards me with a sad look.

“Are you alright?” Racheal asked, sitting gently by the bed.

“Has it already filled the halls?” I asked with a long face.

She simply smiled and patted my shoulder, she drew me close and hugged me.

“You can do this,” she encouraged.

A dry laugh cracked its way out of me.

“I can’t,” the words choked in my throat and I shut my mouth real tight into a thin line. I didn’t want to let the tears slip through.

She rocked the small of my back gently while whispering soothing words.

“I don’t think Merona is that bad,” she said, making me to snap back like a sudden crack on a pottery and stare at her.

“Oh wait let me explain,” she said sharply, making me retreat my glare, “I’m saying, she’s possibly not that bad as we painted,” she repeated like that made any sense.

“The bitch slept with Artemis, how worse could we possibly paint her,” I said in a disbelieving tone. I couldn’t believe she was siding Merona over me. Me!

“That was in the past,” she said slowly,

“What? So she did, and you said it’s not as bad, pardon me, what could possibly be more than that. Oh wait! Oh I know, maybe when she kills me,” I said, paranoid.

“Oh Freya’s that’s not what I mean—-“ she was cut off by a knock on the door.

It repeated, “Luna,” called the voice from outside the door.

“What is it,” I called out, not one bit interested in literally anything right now.

“The Alpha has sent for you,” the voice outside announced.

“I’ll be right with you,” I said.

Racheal sent me a pleading look, “we’ll see tomorrow, Artemis has sent for me,” I told her packing robe slipping my leg into my flip-flop.

“Are you okay,” she asked and I bit back saying fuck you.

Merona, that bitch, she was fixed on taking from me the little companions and to make all my people hers. Does she have a candy, handing them out for free that was making every fucking person fall for her.

I felt like crying, the emotions I had been suppressing obtrusively was surfacing and the after effect was turbulent. Hearing Racheal take Merona’s side had broken the little will I had in me to hold back the tears.

As I made to walk out of the room, Racheal followed me out. We parted and went our different directions. I couldn’t help but imagine that was what was going to happen soon to us.

It sucked when all I wanted to do was cry, but I had to remain strong because of the whole Luna thing. It wasn’t healthy, while I looked peaceful and calm outside, my mind was hell, experiencing crack on every level. It was like a storm brewing within me, a crack when I could literally shout and let the crack out instead of breaking and feeling it all inside.

In the halls, all that was heard was the battle. Aside from the battle the thing that followed was who was going to come out victorious, they of course already knew their winner; Merona. At least that’s what I heard walking down to Artemis' room. It was hard shutting them out. The voices were already above whispers in my head and now hearing it from people only worsened my feelings.

Knocking on the door that held my comfort zone, my feet itched with impatience, I wanted nothing but to be wrapped in his embrace. To get drenched and soaked in his scent. That familiar fog, I wanted that cloud that accompanied his presence, that washed me from any intruding thoughts and left me solely wanting only him. I crave for his touch, his body contact, the warmth emitting from his body. I wanted to get drugged by his stare…..

The door flew open and he pulled me inside, as if reading my mind his lips crashed on mine in a vengeful way. He attacked my lips like he was getting his revenge for starving all day.

In a swift motion my back crashed to the wall. His hand ran up and down my body. The knot in my stomach building, my hand went to his back clawing at him gently. His tongue was possessive, commanding, exacting even control. He showed all his attributes in the kiss.

With his tongue, he worked down my neck, my knees buckled when he pinched my nipple and I felt it hardened. He groaned and pulled the light piece of fabric off my head. His mouth returned to mine and I had to fight to keep up.

“Open your leg,” he commanded and I obliged, while on the wall I held him for support and spread my legs. He gave me one last kiss before trailing his tongue down my body, he went on his knees and sent one last look my way before his head disappeared between my thighs.

My body curled when I felt his hard warm tongue against my entrance, he held my thighs in place and I sucked in a breath. He sent it in again and moaned, my hand impulsively went to his head and kept his head. By reflex I opened my leg better, giving him a better space. His tongue found my spot and sucked on it, my knee went weak and I had to hold myself from falling.

Sensing this, he carried me to the bed, I felt the soft material behind my back. Without being told I spread my legs in front of him and he started undoing his pants. His lips met mine again and I snaked my hand into the bulge in his pants stroking it slightly causing him to tremble in my touch. I smiled, enjoying his reaction. I sat up and continued the torture, sounds flew vibrated from his chest but before I could continue he pushed me back to the bed.

“I’m the one in charge,” he said. He maintained eye contact with me while his hand disappeared into me. Pleasure struck. I sat up sharply but he pushed me back. His hand held my both hands in place while the other drove in and out inside of me. My body thrashed and twisted from pleasure like a worm. I began riding his finger, wanting more of him inside of me.

I felt the pressure building up in the pit of my stomach, “Artemis,” I called breathlessly, but just when I was about to cum he pulled his fingers from inside me.

A growl left me and he chuckled. “Who’s in charge here?” He asked, pulling down his boxer. I’ve seen his members multiple times but every time I still wonder how they’re ever able to fit it.

His hand grazed my centre slightly and trembled like one shocked by current.

“I asked a question,” he demanded, “who’s in charge?” One of his slipped into my mouth and his dick stood directly at my centre waiting to thrust into me. He bent slightly and cupped my wet pussy and a moan slipped out,

“You’re not going to——“

“You’re, you’re in charge, Artemis,” I said breathlessly.

He smirked, “keep your eyes on mine,” he ordered. My eyes were fixated on him. And without notice, he thrusted in and I gasped, my eyes closed.

“Your eyes Freya,” he said and I forced it open. He started thrusting slowly, our gaze fixed on one another moaning. I moaned his name and he picked up his pace.