บททั้งหมดของ Twisted Mates.: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Freya made a noise that was something between a sigh and a groan. There were so many issues, so many unanswered questions. However, she supposed that when it came down to it, the question of most importance was: Was she truly prepared to do what it took to remove herself from what people saw her as? Why did she actually care about people's opinions of her? She could disappear or train herself to fight and defend herself whenever the need arises.Returning her gaze to Dante, she sighed again and then nodded.He gave her a crooked smile. "Right decision.""So when do we do this?""Very soon. I have a few things to finalize, so the matter can't wait. I take it you usually go to a club on weekends?"She nodded. "I will go to The Fairy's Way every Friday night as it's the nearest club to my house. It has proven to be peaceful and less crowded.""It's best not to do anything out of the norm for you. Friday night I want you to go to the club as usual. If you can, stay near the bar. At some p

Listening to Alpha Duke engage Jake in a serious conversation in which they kept their voices so low that no one heard them, Freya was forced to roll her eyes when she noticed that all eyes were on Jake."What? Haven't seen a handsome man before?" She mumbled to herself.Many females were staring in utter admiration at Jake, clinging to his every word. Even the high and mighty Ariel, for Christ's sake! The males were also staring at him, all pretty pissed with him for his effect on the females. An ordinary human at that.She simply didn't understand how everyone could be so taken in by him. Yes, he was charming, had a warm smile and was very nice to look at, but therewas something very wrong with his recent eyes. There was so much ice there. No matter how wide his smile was, it never reached his eyes. From the second she had met that night, he had rubbed her and her wolf the wrong way, yet no one else seemed to have sensed that...wrongness about him. That wasn't the Jake she fell in

Knowing that she would never be able to come back here, regardless of what happened, Freya packed a large douchebag complete with clothes, a passport, and a few sentimental objects with the plan that she could stash it in her car ready for Friday night. Unlike the other wolves, she was still new to the speed, strength, and smell thing. And, more than her wolf, she was dependent on training her physical body. Her wolf was dormant in terms of physical contribution.She didn't have a lot of stuff, so it wasn't hard to sift through it and only take the things she really liked or wanted. She already knew that her life would once again be left behind. Her job, the things that she was barely getting to know. It was shattering that her attempt to fix herself once more was going to be a waste. One thing she had learned from being independent was the importance of saving money, so at least she had some to take with her. The problem was getting the douchebag to the car without setting off the p

Alcohol was the only thing that kept Freya stable in times of overwhelming difficulties. Not that she was an addict, but, once it got too much, she went all out and the club was her favorite place to be. No men. No friends. Just she and her drinks. A bit boring to say, yet, Freya was okay with that. This pattern made her become fast+friends with the bartenders who sometimes passed her a free drink.On the part of clubs, most of them just like other establishments didn't believe in the superstition of Shifters being real. While others took extreme measures to make sure that if they were real, they wouldn't have access to their establishment. However, Freya broke such boundaries by freely walking in and out without raising suspicions. The mountain ash, silver and oak wood the club was built out of didn't harm Freya. It only made her uncomfortable most time.If another Shifter were to go to such a place carelessly, he or she would burn. They had to take extreme measures of either getting

Numerous times, Dante had strolled the length of the bar, searching for Freya. Where the hell was she? For a second, he wondered if she had backed out, but the thought had left his head as quickly as it came. Freya Parrish wasn't the type to wriggle out of a deal. She was as concrete as a rock once her mind was made up. He knew she had been in this exact spot not so long ago. Her scent still lingered and it was reasonably fresh. His wolf growled at the exotic smell, wanting to hunt her down. To hunt her down and take her, claiming her as his."Her scent disappeared not far from here," said Dante as he reappeared at his side. "Looks like she went into the private office, and she hasn't come back out yet.""What would she be doing in a private office?" If anything sexual was going on, Dante would kill him.Surprised by the intensity behind that thought, he double-blinked. The sight of his Beta and three enforcers grinning told him that they knew what he'd been thinking. They had all war