The Lycan King's Secret Baby (Freya and Jaxon) novel Chapter 1

FREYA’S P.O.V

The world around me was a blur, my limbs ached and pain had become my silent companion, always waiting and lurking just beyond the surface. My body felt like lead and my head felt like someone was doing construction work inside of it. I couldn’t believe that this was what my life had turned to- a meaningless void of pain and sorrow.

The only reason for this pain was that my mate betrayed our mate bond to get laid with another she-wolf, and this was the third time this week. Some days, I wondered what they had that I didn’t that made him keep going back to them. In the earlier days of our marriage, I even tried to be more like them but it never worked.

I had been married to Alpha Jaxon for three years and things had only gotten worse from there. I was treated like trash by him and his mistresses alike. I wanted to go back so many times but a part of me thought that I could change him.

Maybe it was the initial touch and warmth he brought to me that convinced me that there had to be a kind gentleman under that hard exterior and that was why despite the pain coursing through my body, I still managed to set up a beautiful candlelit dinner.

When I first met my mate, I thought he was the most handsome man in the world. I was arranged to be mated to another- one more cruel than I could ever imagine. He was the Alpha of my last pack and he had treated me like trash.

Jaxon arrived at the pack for a meeting but one look at him and I knew that he was my mate. He was my savior. We met in deserted hallways and those first few days were like bliss. I knew instantly that I wanted to be with him

I didn’t leave a note to tell my family where I was going, I didn’t care about them. I just wanted to be free but little did I know that I was walking into a trap. His kindness was all a facade. He waited until we had gotten married before he showed me his true side.

But I believed today was different, I had some good news that I hoped would change his affection towards me. A few days ago, I felt nauseous and I had taken myself to the doctor only to find out that I was pregnant. One thing Jaxon always wanted was an heir and if he knew I was to give him one then he would have no other choice but to love me. The thought alone was enough to keep me moving as I lit the candles and waited.

I waited for the first hour but he didn’t show and I began to worry. In our three years of marriage, he had never failed to come back, even if it was to remind me that I belonged to him and to fuck me.

“He will come,” I tried to assure myself. “He always comes to me at night, especially on our anniversary.”