Chapter Seven ~ He is so sexy

Tristan Cole

I'd gone over to Eleanor's to help her organize Freya's party. It took ages but we'd finally finished the party preparations, and it was clear that we both wanted Freya to have a great night. God knows she deserves it but, urgh, that was so damn tedious, I would have much preferred to pull out my own teeth. I said my goodbyes to Eleanor and headed home. I pulled up at my parent's house and got out of the car, then walked into the main house. As I walked through the living room my father called out to me from his office,

“Tristan, can you come in here for a minute please?”

Urgh, I’m not in the mood for him right now. I was still recovering, and spending the last few hours watching my brother break down into tears, then being bored to death with party preparations, had totally wiped it out of me. All I was in the mood for, was cuddling up to my beautiful girlfriend and having a nap.

“You wanted to see me, Alpha?” I said to my father as I walked into his office and sat down on the couch.

“Yes, do you have time for a chat?” He asked while putting his paperwork down on his desk.

“Yeah, sure dad. What's up?”

I slumped back into the couch and he instantly began talking,

“Okay, so you have your ceremony in less than three weeks, right? It would look better in front of the pack if you were there with your mate.”

I didn't know what he was getting at exactly, so I just replied,

“Freya will be there, don't worry dad.”

He huffed, and ushered me to sit in the chair in front of his desk. I obeyed him and sat down in front of him.

“I don't mean Freya; I mean your real mate,” he said in an agitated tone.

I furrowed my brow not quite understanding what he was saying.

“Freya is my real mate. You and mom both said as much when you stated that you would turn her yourself if I didn't. After what's happened I have decided that I am going to turn her. It's all planned for just after her birthday party,” I said while sitting back in my chair and folding my arms. That's what he and everyone else had wanted, wasn't it?

“No, Tristan, you can't. You need to find your true mate. You can't keep wasting your time on that girl. You are an Alpha and an Alpha needs his Luna,” he snapped angrily as he slammed his fists down onto the desk.

My eyes grew wide in confusion and anger, and I snapped back at him,

“What the hell are you on about? It was only a few days ago that you were telling me if I didn't turn her, that you'd do it your damn self. What the fuck happened while I was in that coma?”

I knew I shouldn't have yelled at him because he was my father and my Alpha, but I was just so angry, and I couldn't understand the sudden change in his attitude towards Freya. He took in a deep breath seeming to try and calm his anger down. He looked at me and said in a low voice,

“She cheated on you son.”

“No, you're lying! Freya would never do that to me, she loves me. You take it back,” I growled at him.

My wolf suddenly took over and slammed our fist into my father’s face. My father howled into the air as he charged right at me. I quickly took back over control of my body and immediately bowed my head in submission, but it was too late, my father was raging. I didn't even know how they got there so fast, but before I knew it my father was being held back by Tyler and Beta Dylan. I tried to speak but no words would come out. My father struggled against Tyler and Dylan then eventually gave up and said through gritted teeth,

“Let me go, I won't touch him.”

They let my father go and I just stood there in silence staring at the floor. I didn't know what to say to him, I knew I shouldn't have hit him, but I was still too angry to say anything nice.

“Why don't you go and ask her for yourself?” He said with a snarl as he pushed the other two out of his way, and then went to sit back at his desk.

“Fine, I will!” I snapped back at him while storming out of the office.

Freya Rose

“Freya, who is Mason?” I heard Tristan growl again from behind me.

“What?” I asked Tristan in shock, while quickly sitting up in bed to face him.

Oh, God, what do I say? What does he know? How does he know? All those thoughts and more kept swimming around and around in my head like they were caught up in a tornado.

“Don't bother trying to lie to me Freya. My father has just told me everything. I didn't believe a word he was saying, and we had a huge fight, then I punched him in the face. I told him that my Freya would never do that to me,” he screamed at me, his eyes getting darker with every word.

“I...” I tried to say something, but he held his hand up to cut me off.

“Then I came home to tell you what a liar my father was, and to tell you to pack your bags so we could leave together. And what do I see? I see this damn text on your phone!” He screamed at me again, while shoving the phone into my face so I could read the text on it.

My beautiful Freya. I miss you so much, and I don't think that I can live without you. I know you love Tristan, but I also know that he can't touch you the way I can, or pleasure you the way I did. I could make you so happy my Fianna. Please come back to me. Always on my mind, Forever in my heart,

Mason

Xxx

Oh crap! I sat there for a minute with my head down, trying to think of something to say to him, but all I could think of was sorry, and I knew that wouldn't be enough.

“Freya for Christ's sake. Did you sleep with this guy while I was in a fucking coma or not?” He screamed into my face.

I burst into tears and shouted back,

“I am so sorry, Tristan.”

I shuffled on the bed a little and sat on the edge of it facing him. Suddenly rage built up in his eyes and he pushed me down onto the bed.

“Is that why you won't sleep with me? Because I can't make you feel like this, Mason guy did?” He yelled at me while leaning over me on the bed, and all the while his eyes were streaming with tears.

I couldn't speak, I was crying too much for words to come out, so I just shook my head.

“How did he kiss you? Was it like this?” He said angrily and then viciously smashed his lips onto mine.

He was so angry and forceful, I tried to turn my head away, but he roughly held it in place. I tried to talk but only my mumbles came out against his lips.

“How did he touch you? Was it like this?” He shouted while grabbing my top with both hands, before tearing it apart, leaving my breasts fully exposed.

He leaned in and took my nipple into his mouth. He was sucking on it so hard, that it was causing pain to shoot through my chest. I held my hands over my chest, but he grabbed my arms aggressively and pinned them above my head. I'd never seen him like that before, his eyes were pure black, and his face was contorted. He didn't look like my sweet and loving Tristan anymore. The man was pure anger and lust personified. I tried to pull my arms away, and wriggled about, but it was no use.

“Didn't you learn from last time baby? You can't fight me, you're not strong enough, you know that!” He growled with an evil chuckle.

“Tristan, please don't do this, I love you. Not him!” I pleaded with him hoping it would snap him out of it.

He ignored my pleas completely and replied in a husky tone,

“How did he make you feel? did he make you feel like this?”

He began to unbutton his jeans, and my eyes grew wide when I realized what he was about to do. I have no choice, I have got to protect myself, I love him, but this is not okay! I screamed in my head. He pulled his jeans and boxers down, before throwing himself on top of me.

“Noooo!” I screeched as loud as I could.

“Ahhhh!” Tristan screamed as he shot up and quickly covered his ears.

I ascended instantly and the force from my ascension threw Tristan across the room. He flew through the air and smashed into the wall, then collapsed to the floor. I managed to quickly calm myself down enough to not go after him. I sat on the edge of the bed with my eyes lightly illuminated and my wings folded behind me.

“Freya, I am so sorry. I couldn't calm my wolf down. I can't believe that I almost...” Tristan said with complete devastation and regret in his voice. He gradually dragged himself up from the floor and faced me. “Oh, my God. Freya, what the fuck are you?” He said in a hushed tone that was laced with pure disgust.

What, his father didn't tell him that part? No, of course he didn't. I bet he just told Tristan that I was such a whore, that I slept with the first guy I saw on the bus, just for the sake of it. Urgh, I am so pissed off with Aiden. Why tell me not to tell Tristan about anything, then turn around a few hours later, and fucking tell him that I’d cheated?

My wings fanned out, and my eyes burned brighter as I felt my anger rising. I stood up and walked towards Tristan with my hands held out defensively.

“Tristan baby, please just listen to me,” I said hopelessly pleading with him.

“Stay the hell away from me! You can move your crap out right now. I don't ever want to see you... Whatever the fuck you are, again. I'm done!”

I tried moving closer to him, I was going to get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness. I wanted to be able to explain what I was, and well, explain everything really, but he backed away from me and screamed,

“Fucking get away from me you… You freak!”

I heard his bones beginning to break, I really didn't want him shifting and fighting me, or running away from me, so I said in a calm and defeated tone,

“I'm so sorry Tristan. I love you so much.”

I cried my eyes out while sprinting out of the bedroom, down the stairs.

I ran through the pool house, and out of the front door, slamming it hard behind me. I spotted Aiden, Clara, Tyler, and Landon walking across the grass towards me. Clara and Tyler had their eyes wide open in worry, but Landon was scowling at me. He looked like he was ready to shift and rip my head off. I looked at Aiden and he just had a huge grin on his face.

I was so upset and pissed off, because it was all Aiden's fault. He was just stood there smirking at me, so I sped up and charged right at him. Landon quickly shifted ready to fight me, but just before I got to them I let out an ear-piercing screech. I knew from their last reaction; wolves can't handle the high-pitched sound. All four of them instantly dropped to the floor screaming, and then fumbled about trying to quickly cover their ears.

I flapped my wings a few times and took off into the sky, swooping just over their heads as they rolled around on the ground. As I flew off into the sky I looked back and saw Tristan standing on the grass staring up at me. I watched as he tilted his head back to howl. I was hopeful that it would be filled with longing and regret, but it wasn't. It was low and booming, and it was crammed full of nothing but hurt and hatred for me.

I carried on flying until I reached Damien's cabin, I needed to be somewhere far enough away from Tristan and the pack. The journey was a lot quicker than it had been by plane or bus, I made it there in about two hours. I had time to calm myself down too, most of the journey was filled with me crying my eyes out and struggling to see where I was going.

I'd never flown before, so when the realization hit me that I was going to have to land, I could honestly say, that I crapped my pants. I slowed my speed, then lowered my legs so that they were facing down towards the ground. Slowing the motion of my wings, I just hovered there for a minute or so. I tried to get them to turn and lower me to the ground, but I honestly had no idea what I was doing.

“I just want to stop fucking flying,” I shouted in frustration.

Instantly my wings vanished, and I plummeted through the air.

“Arrgghhh!” I screeched as I flapped my arms and legs trying to fly again.

I hit the ground, bounced a few times and then slid across the dirt. When I finally came to a stop, I rolled myself over and flopped onto my back with my arms stretched out. I was in a lot of pain, but luckily, I didn't think I'd broken anything, but the bruises were going to be a bitch. I closed my eyes and just stayed still for a bit trying to catch my breath.

“Fianna!?” I heard Mason scream with worry and a little excitement.

I turned my head to the side and saw him running out of the cabin with Damien and Evan following quickly behind him. I really didn't want to see Mason. I had flown there to see my dad. I'll be honest though, there was still a little spark of electricity starting to build up inside me as I saw him running towards me. I did have feelings for him, more than just the angel connection, but I loved Tristan. What have I done? I really hadn't thought the plan out at all. If Tristan found out that I was there with Mason, he would never believe that I loved him, and not Mason. I'm such an idiot. Mason reached me and slid onto his knees beside me, he picked the top half of my body up and cradled me into his chest.

“Are you okay Freya? What happened?” He asked as he brushed my hair out of my face.

“I flew here, but I didn't know how to land,” I said while looking up into the sky.

I didn't dare look at him while he was being all caring and loving, it would have set my heart aflutter for sure. Just thinking about his cute smile and his beautiful green eyes, already had a low heat beginning to burn deep down inside me.

“You flew all the way here without knowing how to land, Angel cakes? That is so damn funny,” Evan mocked me then doubled over with laughter.

Mason quickly shot him a scowl while illuminating his eyes, and Evan instantly stopped laughing. I started to chuckle at him, he looked like a little boy that had just been told off by his mom.

I coughed out in pain. My ribs were killing me and every time I coughed, a sharp needle-like pain shot through them. I guess I'd done a bit more damage than I'd first thought.

“Bring her into the house, Mason. I have her room all set up for her,” my dad said with a smile.

You could see in his eyes that he was worried about me, but the smile on his face told me that he was really happy to see me.

“Yes Fionn, of course,” Mason replied and gently lifted me up and into his arms.

I tried to put my arms around his neck but instantly winced in pain.

“Lay still, Fianna,” he demanded in a low and husky voice.

I made the huge mistake of looking up into those beautiful, loving green eyes of his. My heart fluttered as electricity began to surge through my body. He smirked when he could feel the magnetic pull too. Oh, damn it! He knows that I lied about the bond being gone. It's going to be even harder to walk away from him this time. What have I done?

Mason carried me up the stairs and into my bedroom, that my dad had set up for me. My dad lifted up the duvet, and Mason gently placed me into the bed. My dad then walked over to me and went to take off my shoes, but Mason shot his head around to glare at him. I could see the light in his eyes was pulsating, Damien held his hands up and said,

“Freya, I'll go and make you a cup of hot chocolate, okay?”

I nodded, and he quickly left the room. I watched as Mason removed my shoes and socks and placed them neatly on the floor, before silently walked over to the closet and opening it up. I saw that it was full of clothes and they all looked like stuff that I would wear. He pulled out a strappy pajama top and brought it over to me. My face instantly flushed bright red with embarrassment when I looked down and saw that I was topless. In the rush to get out of the pool house, I'd forgotten that Tristan had ripped my top off.

“Oh my god! I flew all the way over here with my boobs out?” I asked while painfully moving my hands up to cover my face. I could just die right now, Evan saw me. Oh no, and my dad.

“Put your arms forward Freya,” Mason ordered with a chuckle.

I did as I was told, and he gently put my arms through the top and then the straps. He stretched it over my head, and I gasped as an electric shiver ran down my spine when his hands brushed against my bare breasts.

“Calm down Fi, you need to rest,” He said with a smirk.

He was definitely happy that the bond was still alive and kicking. He teased me as he finished pulling my top down, by running his finger across my bikini line. I jolted with the sparks and my bud immediately pulsed at his touch. He laughed and pulled the duvet up, and tucked me in.

“I love you Freya, I'm so glad you came back to me,” he whispered as he kissed my forehead.

He walked over to the dressing table and pulled the chair out, then walked it back over to me and placed it down beside my bed. Oh no, he isn't going to stay here, is he? I thought to myself in pure annoyance.

“Here's your chocolate Freya,” I heard Damien say as he reached the top of the stairs. Oh, thank God, I can get dad to stay with me instead, I thought with relief.

“Thanks, Dad, um...” I was about to ask, when Mason cut me off.

“Thank you, Damien, I can take it from here,” he said with dominance, then rudely slammed the door in Damien's face. I watched Mason in slight confusion, has he gone mad? I thought to myself, he's all crazy and possessive. Shit, I think I've broken him.

He sat on the chair beside my bed and placed the chocolate on the nightstand. I couldn't deal with all the crazy right now. So, I just smiled at him a little, then turned over so that my back was facing him. I closed my eyes and quickly dropped off to sleep.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw that it was now dark outside, I guess I'd been asleep a few hours or so. I gently reached down and poked my ribs, to my surprise they didn't hurt anymore. I do like this fast healing, I laughed to myself. I rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. Mason was still sitting beside my bed on the chair, but he had fallen asleep too. I quietly got up off of the bed and turned around and began to creep towards the bathroom. Mason's hand suddenly grabbed my arm and a moan instantly left my lips,

“Mmm,” I couldn't control it, my body loved it whenever he touched me.

“Where are you going, Freya?” He asked sleepily while rubbing his eye with his other hand.

“Bathroom, I need a pee,” I replied honestly.

He stood up out of his chair and spun me around by my hand. He grabbed underneath my thighs and lifted me up and onto his waist. I put my legs and arms around him to hold myself up.

“I can walk Mason!” I said in a sarcastic voice as I rolled my eyes at him.

“I don't want you to, I like carrying you,” he answered in a husky yet loving voice. I smiled at him and stared into his beautiful green eyes. He bit his plump bottom lip in response, and I almost wet myself when it sent my pulsing bud into overdrive. Damn, he is so sexy, resisting him this time is going to be a lot harder than I'd thought.