"She is a Vampyre! What about her could possibly fascinate you? You've seen, no killed, plenty." Josephine's words tore at my heart. She had stormed after me, angry that I had embarrassed her in front of the pack. She wanted to prove a point, prove that there truly wasn't nothing special about Freya. Still despite her anger, I could see her tears welling in her eyes. They glimmered in the flickering light of the fire within the brick alcove of the parlor.

"It's not a fascination, Jo. It's something else." I struggled to tell her exactly what I was feeling without sounding like a douche. "You know my weird dreams? The ones I've had since I was little?" I run my hands through my dirty blonde hair tugging on the strands mercilessly in frustration.

"Of the redheaded girl?" I saw the moment realization passed over her. She had forgotten on the woman, or maybe she'd forced herself to forget, but dee down j could see she knew where I was going with this. Even still, she continued on in denial. "You said you stopped having them?" The accusation in her voice clear, but it did nothing to hide what was going on. "And even when you did have them, they were only blurt images of the woman." Jo was trying desperately to discount it, to make it less important.

"I lied. I knew it made you uncomfortable knowing I dreamt of another woman, but Josephine," Gone was my anger and frustration and in its place stood a calm understanding as I tried to gently make her understand what I was saying. "It's different now. Every time I really look in her eyes," Jo flinches knowing I spoke of Freya with such reverence. "These images come to life. It's like lost memories coming to the surface." That seemed to break the dam, tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she looked on betrayal in her gaze.

"You think the woman from your dreams is Freya? The vampyre?" Her lips curled up in a disgusted snarl. Immediately I wanted to jump to the defense of Freya but now was not the time.

"I think it's a possibility, yes." I say instead, eyes watching her carefully. She looked enraged, as if she could snap at any second. "I'm not asking you to stay with me, that—" my words are cut off as her lips are suddenly on mine. The desperation was clear as day, her lips fought mine, her body pressing against my own. Pulling away she laid her forehead against my own, catching her breath as she shook her head.

"That bitch," my body tensed at her words, muscles stiff I once again force myself to stay quiet. "Has only been here one night. I will not let her break us apart." Her small hands clutched my shirt, the way she pulled back and looked up at me caught me off guard. Something was wrong in her gaze, something off, I just couldn't put my finger on it. Clearing my throat, I disentangle myself from her and step back even further. The hurt displayed on her face nearly made me go back, instead I run my hand over my beard.

"Josephine. I'll need my space. I need you to respect that." I state firmly, letting my alpha appear in my gaze. She submitted but the anger was overcoming her hurt once again.

"Does that mean you're breaking up with me?" Her words were snapping, clipped. "For the small chance that bloodsucker is your mate?" I couldn't hold back my anger this time as I lurch forward, my beast in the forefront of my mind. I wrap my hand around her neck, slamming her back into the wall that was a decorated in an old panting of a old woman's portrait. There I pressed my body to Josephine's, canines elongated as they scraped her skin. She shuddered beneath me, eyes filled with a lust for me. Slowly she bared her neck to me, I fought with myself, but having been denied the redheaded goddess moments before my body craved the touch of a woman, any to try and sate its primal desire for her, Freya.

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Snarling I smashed my lips to hers, claiming her as she submitted to me fully. Immediately her body woke up, snaking her arms around my shoulders, nails digging into my back drawing blood. I hissed in anger, as it was her way of making me feel an ounce of what she had felt moments before. A low rumble left my chest as I ripped her shirt off, the tatters falling to the ground. I trailed my lips and teeth down to her bared mounds as she had a habit of going braless. The pert nipples stood to attention a shoe practically mewled beneath me, her body writhing for attention. However it wasn't the gentle attention she was used to, but angered and frustrated with pent up list for another.

It was wrong, we both knew it, but neither stopped it.

Bruises covered her neck, collarbone and breasts leading down to her tight stomach contoured with muscle. I couldn't help but compare to what Freya might've looked like, writhing for my touch. The thought only caused my beast to roar louder and Jo to whimper. She moved with jerky movements, clumsy with the need to see me naked, she tried to rip my shirt off but I did not allow her that pleasure. I snatched her hands by her wrists and brought them above her head, slamming her back again as I unbuckled my jeans and sliding my rock hard member out. An evil smirk filled my face as I watched her look at my girth and length eagerly.

"Take me. Please." Her plea earned another snarl as I reached out, spinning her around I released the hold on her hands. She knew what I wanted and complied without complaint. She slid her own jeans down to her ankles followed by her thong, I could smell her list for me as she leaned over bracing her hands on the wall. A female wolf was presenting herself to my beast and I couldn't stop, I was too far gone. Images of Freya's swinging hips, heated gaze, and wild hair was enough for me to grip the woman's hips in front of me and thrust my own forward in one swift move. Our cries filled the parlor and the house, but neither of us cared. Each wanting the other for their own selfish reasons.

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I gripped the counter of my bathroom in anger, my blue eyes staring with a look of self loathing. Josephine was a good woman, she deserved better than me. Our exploits had carried back up to my room, and now there was was peacefully asleep in my bed. She believed she belonged there, and once upon a time she did, but now all I pictured was fiery hair splayed over the black satin, pointy lips calling my name. Squeezing my eyes shut I start a shower and quickly try to rinse myself of the evils I had done. That was only going to make it that much harder to make Josephine believe I was truly done, their relationship had never been healthy. Being with one that isn't your mate was very disrespectful to the unknown mate and often it drove the mate to reject the unfaithful one.

An hour passed before I left my room and went to my office, there I laid on the sofa, eyes wide before slowly I allowed sleep to tempt me.

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"Alpha?" A familiar male voice filled my ears, I awoke with a start, teeth bared in a snarl as I looked for the danger. All I found was Lawrence, his face looked at me knowingly. Which was impossible, no one knew what I was going through. How could they?

"What is it?" I questioned, sitting up I wore only my sweats that hung low on my hips. The rest of my smooth torso was exposed meaning the bruising marks of Josephine's claiming kisses covered my skin. I was angered, but knew I'd done the same to her but not for claiming, just out of anger. Nostrils flaring I refocused on Lawrence as he spoke.

"You have a visitor." He had barely finished speaking when a familiar voice filled the room. Ancient and old, yet not an ounce of annoyance could be hidden.

"For the love of the gods, move out of my way mutt." I heard, followed by James' offended cry before my office doors swung open and in walked the beauty I'd dreamed of. Her green gaze quickly realized wasn't at my desk, so the small moment I had of relief left the second her eyes landed on me. Immediately she took in the marks, and regret flushed my system. I saw the heartbreak, hidden in those lethal eyes, to anyone else she probably looked bored. But I could see it.

"Sorry, James." Kailani's gentle voice followed as she too came in. Her gaze also narrowed in on me and my naked torso. I saw her judgment, but she kept quiet after sending Freya a concerned look.

"Lawrence. Get me a shirt." My beta obeyed wordlessly. Slipping past the women, he disappeared behind the doors as I made my way to my desk where I sat. I had to hide my embarrassment and regret, I couldn't look weak in front of the woman, yet a part of me believed she could see my true feelings just as I her. It was quite a large elephant in the room; one no one wanted to acknowledge.

"Alpha." The vampyre drawled barely able to keep her snarl in check as she languidly slid into a chair of her own. She crossed her legs, drawing my attention to the woman and by god she was perfect. Her legs were covered in black jeans the rips in the jeans the only thing allowing me a peek at her clear pale skin. Feet were in studded heels, and something told me they weren't used just for a change in height; the pair reeked of old blood. Curiously my gaze landed on her exposed naval, the soft outline of her stomach ended an inch above her naval, the tight lacy item covering her seemingly perky breasts, was revealing a mouth to make me want her but kept more than enough hidden. Made me use my imagination to— "I believe it is time we discuss the details of the coven you've gathered so far."

Her words were quick to shut off my imagination which was good because any farther and I would've launched myself across the desk and mounted her. As if knowing my thoughts she smirked, her black manicured nails trailing over her pouty lips absentmindedly. An innocence to her movements yet I knew they were anything but.

"Ah yes." I cleared my throat, opening a drawer and grabbing the file I'd been pouring over for months. I slid it across the desk. She responded slowly, deliberately waning over and grabbing the folder allowing a sliver of a peek down her shirt. I realized it was a test, as I quickly look away. I saw pride flash over her face but was quickly replaced with a cold air. She opened the folder and flicked through its contents. Anger flaring over as I assumed she spotted the pictures of the human remains. Follow quickly by shock, her eyes snapped to mine as she snatched a picture and flipped it towards me. I studied the picture looking for what shocked her, all I saw was a male vampyre with brown hair that fell to his shoulders, hazel eyes cold and merciless. "That is the Coven Master." I explained, hoping that had been the answer she was looking for.

"Bastard." She hissed, flipping the picture back to her. Anger seethed behind her gaze, I watched her iris' dilate making her eyes look nearly black save for the sliver of grin icing the illusion that they glowed green.

"Who is it?" Kailani questions, having been silent up until then.

"A man I knew long ago." Freya kept the picture as she closed the folder looking between myself and Kailani. "His name is Sigurd, but I knew him as Jarl Sigurd." Confusion swept over her gaze as she continued. "I believed him to dead; as I had been the one to kill him. I remember the death well, as I had challenged him and therefore taken over as Jarl once I'd won." Surprise flitted over my face as well as Kailani's as we looked to the ancient vampire that had apparently once been a Jarl, a ruler amongst the Norsemen of old.

"Why did you challenge him?" KailaNo once again spoke up, curiously looking to her companion for answers.

"I needed an army." Frey stayed vaguely, but I caught the lie immediately. I scowled and spoke up, challenging her lie.

"You lie. A vampyre in the age of Vikings needed no army, your own strength acted as one alone. So the truth, why?" I saw her reluctance, she didn't want to speak of her past. Sighing I pinch the bridge of my nose just as Lawrence comes in with a shirt. He wakes to my side where I slide it over my torso, glad to hide my shame. Lawrence takes his seat on the couch I had slept on, silently as I proceed with my question. "If we are to face a vampyre as old as you, we need to know everything. We can't let our lack of knowledge be our weakness and therefore our downfall." Annoyance covers her face but she quickly reigns it in and slowly spits out the truth.

"He was the one that sent the vampyre that Sired me, to kill me." I saw a glimpse of Blood Lust as she spoke of the male. "When he saw me he knew he was doomed. He was a pathetic little man, and for the evil he'd done to me, and my entire village," her voice cracked slightly before she pushed through to finish. "I'd performed blod orn on the cowered." I couldn't help but watch her mouth and tongue form the ancient sounding words that caused a shiver to cascade down my spine.

"What does that mean?" Lawrence questioned this time, eyes wide and curious, fascinated by the old culture this woman was from.

"Blood eagle."

A/N: unedited! Also first time writing a semi detailed mature scene lmao y'all let me know if you'd rather them be more... in depth 😂 anyways, Freya's outfit up top except for the studded heels lol just add those