Chapter 39

Titus

I opened my eyes and found Freya slumped on a chair beside my bed. She smiled when she saw me awake.

"That was a really quick nap," she teased.

"How long?" I asked.

"Forty minutes," she laughed.

"Sedatives don't work for long on wolves," I extended my arm and held her hand in mine.

It felt so soft against my calloused hand that I just kept drinking in the feeling, "God, I missed you so much," I said.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she leaned onto me and then cupped my face with her free hand, "I thought you left me," she whispered.

I felt like someone stabbed my heart, the pain, and fear of being abandoned was clear in her eyes and I wanted to kill my father for being the reason of my mate feeling hurt.

"I would never do that, Freya," I said tracing my thumb on the back of her hand.

"Your father called and said that you had left for training and won't be back for two years," a lone tear trickled down her cheek.

That son of a bitch, I was ashamed to call him my father. How could he be one when he didn't care about his son's happiness in front of his selfish ambitions.

"I am sorry, Freya. I wish I could have come back to you sooner, but my father was holding me, prisoner," I told her the reason for not coming to her sooner.

She gasped at my words and tears started running down her cheeks one after the other. I know what she might have been thinking about me that I had abandoned her and won't come back to her and all because of the man who was my father.

"I am so sorry," I said and pushed myself up sitting up on the bed with my back against the headboard.

"No, you don't have to be," she said wiping her tears.

"I should have known that my father would never let me mate you," my voice was engulfed in sadness.

That man had taken away my mom and sister from me. I won't be able to meet them until my father was alive, he would never allow it. I will have to kill him to be back with my family and pack but how could I take my Mom's mate away from her?

"It's okay, Titus. Now you are back and I am happy," she smiled, teary-eyed.

I pulled her on my lap holding her hand and she let me. She was sitting sideways on my thighs, her legs hanging down from the edge of the bed.

"How do I make up to you?" I asked sniffing her hair.

Lavender, that was what she smelled like. I have missed her scent so much and now when she was back in my arms I realized how heavenly she smelt.

"Mark her," Sabre growled.

"Are you out of your mind?" I shot back at Sabre.

"I am not getting a good feeling, mark her before something happens," he started trying to get out.

It took all my strength to stop him from taking control. My human form had gotten weaker and Sabre was trying to use this weakness to his advantage. I didn't want to mark Freya like this, I would marry her before I marked and mate her. She deserved to be treated like the Queen she was.

"You are an ass," Sabre hissed.

"Touche," I replied and blocked him.

Freya was sitting on my lap silently with her hand in my hair and gently massaging my scalp. My body started to relax from her gentle touch, she had magic in her hands and I didn't want this moment to end.

"You are so beautiful," I said looking into her violet eyes.

The night of her birthday I had not been able to determine her eye color. It had appeared dark blue to me but when I was seeing it now in daylight I realized that it was violet. I had never seen eyes like her ever before in my life and the silver of hair was in such contrast with them that it stopped my breath for a moment.

"How could I be so lucky?" I asked leaning until my lips were brushing hers.

"Titus, there is something you need to know," she said gulping a lump in her throat.

I wanted to ask her what it was but right now her proximity had such an effect on me that I felt like I was in a daze completely under her spell. She was so fucking beautiful so soft so mine.

"Only your thought was what kept me going through those days of hell. The motivation that you will be my reward when I get free was my strength," I said kissing the corner of her mouth.

Freya shut her eyes in what I guess was anticipation. Did she want me to kiss her?

"Titus," her voice was full of resolve.

"Don't stop me, Freya, I had been going crazy regretting that I didn't even kiss you that that night," I placed my finger on her lips.

"Titus, you need to listen to me," she said against my finger.

I was past the listening phase all I wanted was to feel her like against mine to kiss her until her toes curled in pleasure. I wished she knew what effect she had on me and how hard it was for me to control myself.

"Titus, you need to know this," she tried to tell me again but I pulled my finger from her mouth and crushed my lips against hers.

Her lips were so soft and she tasted so sweet that I wanted to kiss her all day. Freya didn't reciprocate my kiss but I didn't even care. I nibbled on her lower lip and gently pulled it with my teeth. She whimpered in my hold then fisted my hair and started kissing me back.

I traced my tongue on her lip and she opened up giving me entrance. Her tongue battled with mine, I could feel she was inexperienced and was trying to mirror my actions. There was so much I could teach her and do to her.

"Mark her," Sabre resurfaced again.

"Fuck of Sabre," I growled at him.

"You will regret," he snarled and then blocked me.

My wolf was one of his kind or maybe he was just behaving as an Alpha wolf should. Wanting to mark his mate the moment, he met her.

I was kissing Freya as a man starved and I had been starving for months to get a taste of her and all those hardships were worth if the reward was her sweetness.