“I wanted you,” Freya said in a low voice. “I still want you.” She tried to turn around to look at him but he didn´t let her, still holding her in place. “I´ll always want you.”
“Liar,” he whispered cruelly and unbuttoned his pants. “You´ve only ever wanted that mortal. But you will say my name and not his, when I make you come.” His fingers forcefully pressed inside of her and she clenched around them but he pushed through, making her frantic with lust and she began trembling.
“Yes, make me come,” Freya moaned in abandon with her face in the pillows. “Do whatever you want with me.”
“There are some things on my mind, that you´re not going to like me doing.”
“I don´t care. Please, I just need you to...” She rolled her hips, needing to feel close to him again but he let out a strange sound, almost as if he was wounded. He pulled away from her and sat on the edge of the bed. His brows were drawn over his beautiful eyes and there was such unimaginable pain in them.
“That time when you ran to me, worried that I had been hurt in the Third Realm...” His eyes turned hard again. “It was all just because you thought I would die before I´d killed Swarog.”
Freya´s eyes filled with tears, partially because he was right. But she had been stupid then, blind and childish and thoughtless. Now she knew better and as steadily as she could, she said.
“The mortal means nothing to me anymore.”
Her sincere words had no effect on Wolf.
“You went behind my back.” His voice sounded strained but then his eyes turned dark. He stared at her face. “Perhaps, I should compliment you on your plan, because it worked.”
His words devastated Freya and even more so when he said: “I loved you.”
Loved?
“Wolf, …,” she began, trying to comfort him but to no use. The obscure pain in his eyes was replaced by a blazing intensity.
“Please what?” he cut her off. “There is no use in begging. You were disloyal, you were planning on separating from me and I cannot accept that.” He raked a hand through his hair and paced back and forth.
“I don´t wish to separate from you,” Freya said, she tried to touch him but he caught her wrist. He made a movement as if to push it away but stopped in midair, pulling her hand to his lips and he inhaled her scent as if he was unable to control himself. Not even when he was like this.
“Words from an old dream,” he murmured mostly to himself. “That was never fully mine.” Then he released her hand seemingly disgusted with himself for his weakness and his gaze flickered with emotion when he looked at Freya. “It pains me being near you. Tonight you will leave Ice Falls.”
Freya gulped. Where would she go? Back to the other god´s who would gloat, who would snicker at the fact that she had been forsaken by not only them but by Wolf as well?
“You said that this was my home,” Freya said. “You said that I was going to stay here forever.”
“Ice Falls can only ever be home to me and my queen,” he said. “And you are no longer my queen.” He pulled her up to her feet and she noticed that he didn´t seem to be seeing her. He was seeing through her. Then he ripped the gown that she was wearing so that it cut in two and she was standing naked before him. He reached behind her, his hand shaking and removed the diamond necklace around her throat and threw it on the floor and the pieces of diamond shattered. Quickly the frost absorbed them and Freya wished they could absorb her too and make her disappear.
Wolf tossed her old clothes at her.
“Cover yourself.”
First he stared at her furiously but then turned his face away as if he couldn´t stand looking her. Unsteady Freya pulled her dress over her head and the simple garment felt unfamiliar.
“You´re making a mistake,” Freya said but the words made Wolf lose his temper even more and he grabbed her by her shoulders shaking her, a twisted expression on his face.
“You were the mistaken one. I would have given you everything, been everything that you needed.” Her head was bobbing and he seemed to catch himself and stopped shaking her. He swallowed harshly. “You were everything that I needed.” He placed his forehead against hers and he was cold as ice.
Freya couldn´t stand the brutal look in his eyes and he let her go.
“Know that I won´t forgive you as long as I live and know that I will freeze the Emerald Forest,” he said. “For as long as I live I will find ways to punish you for what you´ve done.”
“No, you won’t.” Freya had never felt something like this before. It made her feel as if her skin was shearing. “Because you will come to your senses and…”
“There is no sense in me left,” Wolf snarled and he clenched his fists. “But I give as I get and if you try to find someone else to kill Swarog for you, I will slaughter him. You will never be in peace with the mortal.”
“You´re being unreasonable,” Freya tried and her breath crystallized. “If you´ll just let me explain.” But she shouldn´t have said those words because suddenly the walls started to shake as did the floor and the bed slid to the other side of the room. The crystal chandelier fell with a crash, barely missing them.
“Run,” Wolf said and his eyes were crazed. When the windows began shattering, Freya ran.
Chapter Fifteen
Freya gasped at the blizzard hitting her face, the air painful as it entered her lungs. The sky had settled on a deep steel grey making it look like the night of doom had arrived. In the distance the mountains had disappeared into the dark, suffocating the snow they
