Chapter 22

Freya Rose Nearly two weeks had passed since my party and I continued to ignore Tristan's persistent calls through our mind link. I still couldn't face talking to him. I had learned to tune him out, which enabled me to learn how to keep Selene out of my head too. She didn't like it one little bit. She went on some rant about how it shouldn't be possible to keep her out of my thoughts and that she didn't like the idea of me hiding things from her. I ignored her rantings and to be honest I'd been avoiding her as much as possible, ever since the Samael incident. She kept going on and on, about how perfect we'd be together, and how our children would rule the world, blah, blah, blah.

I tried insisting that I’d already chosen Tristan, but every time I brought up his name, she just acted like I hadn't even spoken. Instead she just carried on telling me all the fantastic benefits there would be in my future if I chose Samael. As I couldn't get her to drop the subject, I had resorted to hiding out in my room. I told her some cock and bull story about me being on my period and having cramps. It seemed to work and she has left me to it.

I didn't sleep well again. At first, I couldn't go to sleep at all. I laid there for hours trying to doze off, but my brain wouldn't switch off. Thoughts about everything and everyone flooded my mind, how much I missed my mom. How I'd been a coward and run away from home to hide out here. How I'd abandoned Tristan yet again and how it was about time that I grew some balls, went home and faced up to my responsibilities.

The decision to go home calmed my mood considerably, the idea of seeing Tristan made me excited and happy. It eased my mind, just enough for me to finally drift off to sleep. Although, flashbacks of the party, and my mom's death dominated my dreams and I shortly awoke again, completely covered in sweat.

I sat on the edge of the bed, panicking about the police. I mean, how do you explain two dead bodies in the middle of a hotel dancefloor? One decapitated and the other one with its heart ripped out. I didn't know how I hadn't thought about it all before. I'd had my head shoved so far up my own ass, that I'd left the hunters and my pack to clean up my mess.

Shit!

The thought suddenly dawned on me that my mom needed a funeral.

Oh my god I haven't even told my grandparents. Crap, I have to leave right now. There is so much for me to do?

I jumped out of the bed and headed for a shower, then got dressed. I ran downstairs and tried to find Selene.

“Selene?”

“Yes dear?” She replied while strolling down the hallway.

“Thank you so much for letting me stay, but I need to go back home now. I’ve just realized that there is so much for me to do,” I said frantically but as sweetly as I could.

I was hoping that she wouldn't be angry or disappointed with me. She smiled widely and brought me in for a hug then kissed both of my cheeks.

“It's been lovely having you stay, Freya. Don't forget that you're welcome here any time you’d like. Take care of yourself and please let me into your head every now and again so I can get the gossip. Okay?”

I giggled and nodded to her.

“Bye, Selene,”

She smiled and raised her hand. With a swift click of her magical fingers, I was back in my bedroom, in the pool house.

***

Tristan Cole I'd fallen asleep again on the couch last night. Just like pretty much every other night since Freya had left me. I couldn't sleep in our bed anymore. Waking up in the mornings was absolute torture. The first few seconds of waking up, I was always peacefully oblivious to the fact that Freya wasn't there. Then every time I'd instinctively reach out for her. All that greeted my touch was her cold and empty side of the bed. The reality would kick in and the pain would hit me all over again. Sleeping on the couch wasn't much better, but as I was having trouble sleeping, I'd stay up as late as I could watching Netflix and drinking beer until I passed out.

The house looked a complete mess. I couldn't pull myself together to even take care of myself, let alone the house. My whole world had collapsed the day Freya left. My family tried to support me, but like the light trapped behind the closed drapes in my house, I'd shut them all out and surrounded myself in darkness and depression.

Today I awoke to the familiar and beautiful scent of Roses and Jasmin filling up the air. I took in a deep sniff to make sure it was real and not just my mind playing tricks on me yet again. As soon as the scent hit the back of my nose my wolf went absolutely crazy and began frantically howling. He was acting like an overexcited puppy and I couldn't blame him. My heart was pounding and my body felt alive with the anticipation of finding the source of that scent.

I jumped off of the couch and galloped through the living room, following the delicious scent. It led me straight up the stairs and into our bedroom. I froze at the doorway in pure disbelief. Standing in front of me, by the bed, was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes upon. My heart skipped a beat when my wolf howled. She was finally home. She had her head down and was staring at the floor. My stomach flipped in summersaults as I watched her bite her lip and shyly tuck a piece of her shiny brown hair behind her ear, before gradually lifting her head to meet my adoring gaze.

“Tristan, I...” She spoken in a soft and apologetic voice.

She didn't get to finish her sentence though, because I'd sprinted across the room and threw my arms around her hips. Grabbing her perfect ass, I pulled her up around my waist where she belonged. She wrapped her legs around me like she always did, but this time it felt different, this time it was fierce and strong. She put her arms around my neck when I thrust my lips onto hers, kissing her like she was the very air I needed to breath. Her mouth instantly opened and invited me in. The kiss soon deepened and she let out the sexiest little moan I'd ever heard in my life. It made me rock hard within seconds.

I carried her for a few steps then slammed her up against the wall. She moaned again, making my wolf go crazy. He was begging to be let out and I wasn't strong enough to hold him back. My wolf took over my body and went straight for her neck. He growled with pleasure when he sank our canines into Freya's mark. She screamed out another sexy moan, which only encouraged my wolf more.

After carrying her back over to the bed, he set her down on the floor. She gazed into our eyes, her own instantly growing wider.

“Um, Tristan?” She asked over our mind link. “Is that you?”

“Technically yes, but also no. My wolf has taken over. He loves you just as much as I do. He has had years of sitting back and watching. He wants to be able to please you too,” I explained hoping that she would be okay with it, because I didn't think I'd be strong enough to overpower him.

He was so happy that she was home and he’d waited so long to be able to touch her, himself. She curled the side of her mouth into a sexy grin and replied out loud, “This should be interesting.”

She swiftly lifted her t-shirt up and over her head, before unbuttoning her jeans. She wiggled out of them and her thong, before sliding them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She stood in front of me, completely naked and absolutely perfect. She placed her hands on her hips and questioned sarcastically, “Well? Are you just gonna stand there staring at me? Or are you going show me just how much you love me?”

She smirked when my wolf enthusiastically whipped all of our clothes off. He purred while stepping closer to her. I thought about warning her that he might be a little rough, but she’d already grabbed the back of our neck and aggressively pulled our head down to smash her lips onto ours.

He placed each hand on her hips and spun her around so that she was facing the bed. Without warning he bent her over and parted her legs with our foot. I watched as he pulled our hand up into the air, before bringing it back down to slap her ass cheek. She inhaled then let her breath out with a hiss.

She began to moan as the sting wore off. He did it again, and again, until she was screaming with pleasure. It was so arousing watching her squirm around. I would never have had the guts to try spanking, but I was glad that he did. So was she, if her moans were anything to go by. He decided that she'd had enough and leaned down, placing a kiss in the middle of each red handprint that he'd left on her ass. She tried stand up, but he placed his hand on her back and bent her over again. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart to reveal her most sacred place, before thrusting our member deep inside her.

She fell forwards onto the bed with the force of the impact, but she rapidly got back up and held herself up on the bed with her hands. He placed one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, then bent over slightly so that we were low enough to fit her perfectly. He proceeded to glide our member in and out of her velvet soft lips, thrusting harder and harder with every stride.

I couldn't believe how hot this was, watching her through my eyes but having no control over what I was doing to her. She was screaming out my name by the time her legs began to buckle. He picked her up by her waist and lifted her onto the bed. She immediately knew what he wanted and assumed the doggy style position on her knees.

He hopped onto the bed and knelt behind her, then slid our member back inside her. He held both of her hips this time and began roughly pushing her forwards then pulling her back, slamming her ass hard onto our hips. The slapping noises were such a turn on and so was the breathy moans that were coming out of Freya. I watched her boobs bounce around and they were mesmerizing.

I spotted him wrapping her hair around our hand and yanking it back. I gasped at how roughly he had done it, but to my surprise, it just made her screams even louder. He pulled her hair back even further while tilting our head back to howl into our climax. He carried on pounding into her harder and faster while letting go of her hair. He leaned forwards and sliding our hand down her hip, then in between her legs. After parting her lips, he began vigorously rubbing her bud.

She moaned out and squirmed under our touch. Her arms began to shake and she collapsed onto the bed. She then stretched her arms out grabbing the covers and clenching her fists. He moved our fingers faster around her bud while sliding us in and out of her. He was pushing her forwards onto the bed with every thrust of our hips. Sensing that she was close, he pulled our member out of her and flipped her over on the bed, before climbing on top of her. She immediately wrapped her silky-smooth legs around our waist and my wolf used our hand to gently guide our member into her wet oasis.

He began pounding into her, hard and fast. She screamed or gasped with every thrust of our hips. He slid our hand between her legs again and rubbed her bud. He got faster and faster with every sexy moan that she let escape her lips. When her body was pulsating and her eyes began to roll back into her head, he extended our canines and sank them into our bite mark.

She screamed out in pure ecstasy as she reached her climax. My wolf purred and collapsed on to her body. He sighed with content as he slipped away and gave me back control. Freya and I laid there for a while, sweating and trying to catch our breath. Eventually when I could breathe again, I got off of her. I went to get a towel, because I’d never seen her cum so much, she'd definitely want to clean up.

I was actually quite jealous of him. I needed to up my game that's for sure. I cleaned myself up in the bathroom then went back into the bedroom and put on some shorts. Freya was still laid there on her back, but she was now laying spread-eagled. She continued to catch her breath. I placed the towel over her modesty and asked, “Do you want a drink baby?”

She couldn't speak. Instead she just raised her hand up in the air and gave me a thumbs up, then dramatically dropped it back down onto the bed like she'd just died. I laughed when I turned around and left to get us some drinks.

***

Freya Rose I laid there struggling to breathe. My mouth was as dry as a nun’s chuff and my ass cheeks were red hot and aching, but it was well worth it. We will definitely be letting him out to play more often, oh, and next time I have to let myself ascend too, I thought to myself. I shuffled down the bed and slid my feet down onto the floor. My legs felt like jelly and I really didn't want to get off of the bed, but I was soaking wet, and wiping myself on a towel just wasn't going to cut it. I managed to get to the bathroom and cleaned myself up properly, before shuffling back into the bedroom. I put on some leggings and a tank top and threw my hair up in a messy bun.

Tristan was taking ages, so I decided to head downstairs to see what he was up to. That was an amazing welcome home, but I really needed to start getting on with things. I didn't even know what day it was. When I walked down the stairs, I could hear him mumbling to someone. I didn't know if Tristan was on the phone, or if he was talking to someone in the house.

I reached the bottom of the stairs and saw that the front door was open slightly, but I couldn't see anything, because his hand was holding the door almost shut. I could hear him whispering though.

“I'm not discussing it with you,” I heard him say.

Then I heard a girls voice, but I couldn't make out what she was saying.

“No, Amber. I'm not interested. What we did was a huge mistake!”

Did he just say what I think he did? I knew he was lying. That son of a bitch. I knew it was Amber that he'd slept with. Urgh, I'm gonna fucking kill that bitch. I thought to myself while storming towards the front door.

“Well, see ya. Thanks for stopping by,” Tristan announced in a panicked voice.

He slammed the door shut and when he turned around to face me, he was as white as a sheet. I stood there with my hands on my hips and a face like thunder.

“Who was that?” I seethed at him.

He cautiously approached me and gently placed his arm around my shoulders.

“It was Amber. She was dropping off my birthday presents.”

He held up a bag to show me, then tried to guide me away from the door. At least he didn't deny who it was, but he also didn't know that I'd heard their conversation. I wasn't going to let it go, not now that I had proof. I spun around and squirmed out of his loose grip, before sprinting for the door.

“Freya what are you doing?”

“I heard your whole conversation, Tristan,” I yelled at him when I flung the door open.

I stepped walked out of it and slammed it behind me. I spotted her on the grass and I could hear Tristan behind me. He must have mind linked her, because she turned around to look at me, before screaming her head off.

“Run!” Tristan growled at her.

She began to shift while I gradually stalk led towards her. I knew I had time, and to be honest, it would be too easy to kill her mid-shift. I wanted a proper fight. I stopped walking and turned back around to face Tristan. The noise of breaking bones had ceased and I could hear her paws pounding against the ground.

“Thanks for telling her to run, Tristan. I'm certainly going to enjoy hunting that bitch,” I shouted out in a cruel tone.

Tristan's face dropped when I tilted my head back and stretched my arms out. I had built up a huge amount of power and expertise in the short time I'd lived with Selene, and I now had full control over all of my powers. I levitated slightly off of the ground before I'd even ascended, then I let out an ear-piercing screech that sent him plummeting to the ground and covering his ears.

I looked down at him while I ascended. My eyes shone bright and my body became engulfed in my electrical flames. They burned bright and moved all around me. I fanned out my magnificent wings then lowered myself gracefully back down to the ground. I knew it was a bit overly dramatic, but I'd learnt to love the theatrics of it while at Selene's. She loved watching me ascend and it became an after-dinner show for her. She'd clap and giggle like a little school kid, every single time. Tristan reacted in a completely different way, he stared up at me with fear and sadness in his eyes. I tilted my head while trying to work out why he was looking at me like that.

“What!? Why are you looking at me like that? You've seen me ascend before.”

He stretched his legs out in front of him and sat on the ground, looking completely defeated.

“Not like that, I haven't. Freya, don't you see that you've changed? The Freya I used to know would never have reveled in the thought of chasing someone down and killing them. To be frank this new, Freya, kinda scares me.”

His words hurt at first, but when I thought about them more, they plain old pissed me off.

“Well, of course I'm going to enjoy the idea of hunting that bitch down. For one, the clues in the title, I'm a fucking hunter Tristan! Or had you forgotten that? And two, the old, Freya would have totally wanted to kick Amber's ass too. Especially if she knew for a fact that you'd slept with her!”

Fair enough, he was scared of me right now. I mean who the hell wouldn't be? I'm a fucking superhero, but to try and guilt trip me into not going after his bit on the side, was beyond a joke.

“And for the record, you're no damn different Tristan! Who went after a hunter, hell-bent on killing him for exactly the same reason, huh? Ah, right it was you. You damn hypocrite!” I carried on yelling at him.

I was beyond pissed off and I was going to get it all off of my chest, whether he liked it or not.

“That was different. You full blown slept with the guy when I was still alive, in a coma, and needed you by my side. I, on the other hand, 'almost’ slept with someone when I thought you were dead!” He shouted back at me and stood up. “And another thing. Since you became a hunter, there's been men crawling out of everywhere trying to seduce you. How the hell am I supposed to react? I wish I could have the old, Freya back!” He screamed into my face and I instantly screamed at him back, “I can't change being a hunter, Tristan, any more than you can change being a werewolf. And, so what if I have men trying to seduce me. Now you know what it feels like, don’t you? I’ve had to watch hot girls throwing themselves at you, for years. Oh, and if it's the competition you're worried about, you shouldn't be, because I'm the one who's always fighting them off and protecting us both anyway!” His face screwed up with anger as soon as I said it.

“What's that supposed to mean? It's not my fault you've gone all hulk-bitch and now enjoy beating up guys like some fucking jock. You're the one trying to prove you've got a bigger dick than them!” He snapped at me.

I flipped out and didn't bother holding anything back.

“How dare you, Tristan. You're just jealous because you’re weak! Maybe you should be the one hunting down Amber, she's clearly just the type of woman you need. That's the only reason why you miss the old Freya, because I was a weak and fragile human being. It made you feel like more of a man. I don't think I can stay with you, Tristan. You can't protect me or our future pups. Hell, you can't even protect yourself!” I screamed at him with tears running down my face.

His eyes welled up too. He looked shocked and heartbroken. He screwed his face up in anger again and growled at me, “Fine if that's what you want, Freya, I'll do just that! I'll go and be with Amber. Will that make you happy?”

My heart sank as I watched him shift and run off into the trees after her.