Chapter 194
Deckard
I glance up at her, searching her face to see if she’s joking
—
– but Freya never fools around.
Not about things like this.
I smile faintly.
“Freya, your payment was arranged the first week after the battle,” I say. “But that isn’t the full extent of your reward.”
I rise to my feet, brushing past her without waiting for a reply.
“Come with me. Let’s take a drive.”
Outside, I spot Leonard near the steps and signal him to bring the car around.
Without a word, he understands, and within minutes, we’re pulling away from the Manor.
Freya sits beside me, strangely silent.
Her presence is so still, so quiet, it’s almost like she isn’t there but I feel her all the same.
Leonard knows where we’re headed.
–
The drive stretches on for thirty minutes, the road winding through fields and into more private lands.
When we finally arrive, security immediately springs into action, opening the grand iron gates.
We drive through into a stunning horticultural estate perfectly trimmed lawns, sprawling gardens, flowers blooming in a burst of colors.
At the center stands a massive mansion, bold and gleaming in the evening light.
Leonard parks smoothly by the main entrance.
I step out first, turning to wait for her.
Freya steps out of the car, her eyes sweeping over the estate, lingering on the towering mansion ahead.
I wait, expecting a word from her – something – but her silence stretches longer than it should.
“Freya?” Leonard calls, frowning slightly.
She hums absentmindedly, pacing a short distance back and forth, her eyes skimming the mansion like she’s evaluating.it… but I can’t read a damn thing on her face.
Finally, she stops, turns, and pins me with a sharp, cutting stare.
“Did I ask you for a house, my Alpha?” she says, her voice cold.
“No, you didn’t,” I answer, keeping my voice steady. “It’s just a show of appreciation.”
She tilts her head slightly, almost mocking.
“Well, thank you for appreciating me,” she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “but I will not accept anything less than what I requested
I feel my temper snap.
“What the hell are you requesting, Freya?” I bark, my voice echoing in the open space,
“You!” she yells, her voice raw, shaking the calm she always hides behind.
The words hit me like a slap.
I stiffen, glaring at her.
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“You cannot have me,” I growl, stepping closer, the rage in my chest building. “I belong to another. I don’t fuck with witches through your dense brain!”
Her eyes harden even more, flashing with something bitter and old.
“Then you still owe me,” she says, voice dropping into something dark and low.
get that
I throw my head back and laugh
a harsh, bitter sound tearing from my throat
–
unable to believe the absurd argument I’m having
with this stubborn, dangerous woman.
My laugh cuts off abruptly, swallowed by the rage boiling inside me.
“So tell me,” I sneer, my voice low and venomous, “what exactly will you do now that I don’t want you? Hmm? Force me? Cast a damn spell on me? Enchant me with your pathetic tricks?”
Freya smiles, calm and unbothered.
“Oh no, my Alpha,” she says sweetly, almost mockingly. “I told you, I cannot enchant you. I would never do that. You will come to me willingly. We are meant to be together.”
I let out a harsh laugh, stepping even closer, towering over her to remind her who the true Alpha is here.
“Well, you’ll be waiting a long time, Freya. Maybe longer than eternity!” I growl.
Her head tilts back to meet my glare, fearless.
“Well,” she whispers, her voice like silk sliding over a blade, “the waiting happens to be the sweetest part of the journey… so wail, I will.”
My blood boils.
“You’re out of your damn mind, Freya,” I snarl, stepping toward her until there’s barely a breath of space between us. “You think because you helped in the war, because you lifted a few curses, you get to lay claim to me?”
She doesn’t flinch. She stands her ground like the witch she is, stubborn and reckless.
“You made a deal,” she says, her voice steady. “You owe a life debt. I chose what I want.”
“I would die before giving myself to you,” I growl, the heat of my anger vibrating through my whole body.
“You already almost did,” she whispers back, a cruel little smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
I clench my fists so tightly my knuckles crack.
“Let’s go, Leonard!” I bark, not wasting another damn second here. “It’s useless staying!”
I storm back to the car, not bothering to look at her again.
Freya stands by the mansion door, smiling faintly, waiting for Leonard to unlock it from the inside of me without even lifting a hand.
It makes me even madder.
like she’s already clairned a piece
“Oh no,” I say coldly, leaning back in my seat. “You’ll have to find your own way out of this place. We had no plans of returning with you after dropping you off at your house.”
I shoot Leonard a look, a silent order to drive.
He hesitates for a split second–he’s not used to disobeying–but he knows better than to argue with me,
The engine roars to life, and we pull away, leaving her standing there like a damn abandoned stray.
She vexes me!
What the hell does she even want from me?
She’s wasting her damn time.
There’s no way–no damn way–I’m having anything to do with a witch.
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I have Amica. She’s everything I’ll ever need.
The very thought of touching anyone else–especially a witch–disgusts me to my core. I’d rather die than violate my own body like that.
The drive back to the castle is thick with silence and my own boiling anger.
After about thirty minutes, we finally arrive. I step out of the car, my mind already locked on getting back to Amica.
But guess who’s waiting for us?
Yeah.
You guessed right.
Damn Freya.
“Welcome, my Alpha,” she says sweetly, stepping past me like she owns the place. “Like I said earlier, I’ll wait.”
She disappears into the house like she belongs there.
snap.
“What the fuck!” I roar, my voice shaking the damn walls.
Leonard steps up quickly. “I’ll talk to her, Deckard, please–just give me a little more time.”
I turn on him, fire burning behind my eyes.
“You’ve been talking to her for how long now, Leonard? And tell me–has it worked?”
My voice drips venom.
“You’re wasting your damn time. If you don’t get her out, I swear I’ll do it myself. I’ll drag that witch out by her hair and throw her to the
mutts!”
I’m breathing heavy, fists clenching and unclenching at my sides.
“Does she even know who the hell I am?!”
I take a threatening step closer to Leonard, just to make my point crystal clear.
“I think you should remind her… before I show her.”
Leonard tries to speak, desperation bleeding from his voice.
“Please, let’s not do anything craz-”
But I don’t give a damn about his pleading. I turn and storm off, not even bothering to listen to whatever pathetic excuse he’s trying to
make.
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