Chapter 7: Chapter 7

FREDA

It was unbelievable to me that my mother would say something like this. I lost it when she said that. I didn't do anything, so how dare she try to blame me for it? Despite knowing that I wouldn't act in such a manner, she consented since he is my partner.

Is she aware of the damage he has caused me? She ought to be aware of what made me act in this way.

With an authoritative, deep baritone voice, my dad responded, "Don't talk to your mom like that, young lady."

His tone made me want to give in to his voice, but I was able to ignore it.

"You should know what he did before questioning me." What would you do if it were your turn? You would perform worse than I did, I'm sure.

"How would you feel if my dad was telling someone that he loved her and not only that you were there?" Would you have felt comfortable rejecting me the moment he saw you because of the person he thought he loved? How might you respond? I angrily exclaimed at her, "You can't understand a thing because you haven't experienced it," and I raced out of the room.

Seraphina happened to see me coming when I was about to shove her away.

I entered my room and shut the door loudly from the inside. Tears were streaming down my face as I shut the door. I let the tear fall softly as I closed my eyes. I knew that the salty liquid I could taste on my tongue was made up of tears.

As this was going on, my heart hurt. Tears were obstructing my vision, and I could feel my eyes becoming hazy. I noticed a dryness in my throat. I am as strong as I have portrayed myself to be, and most people probably think so too. In many contexts, I am strong, but I feel weak around my family.

When I quarrel with my parents, I head straight to my room because I can't stand to argue with them. I'm happy around my parents and friends. I refuse to talk to anyone and will cry for hours on end. I've been attempting to break this habit, but it's not succeeding. I would prefer that no one, especially the pack members, know that I cry every time I have a heated disagreement with my parents. I was prepared for them to think poorly of me since I knew they would think I'm weak and all sorts of other things.

I had always wanted a kind and considerate spouse, but that all changed the day I met him. He doesn't want me, so I took all of my frustration and rage onto him. I desired him, and I knew that I would never win his approval, but I also understood that there was nothing I could do.

I was in my room for hours at a time, and by the time I came out, night had fallen. I've decided to give my pal my apologies. He doesn't want me; therefore, I'll let him go. It was obvious to me that he would not benefit from my presence. I will release him once he has recovered from the effects of the cold room, as I knew he wasn't content here. I'll let him go so that harmony can return.

I will select a deserving person to govern with me. I refuse to accept the individual into my life.

As I approached the room where he was confined, I noticed my mother sitting in the chair. I turned away from her, remorse in my eyes, and she got up as soon as she saw me go into the room.

Lucius was lying quietly on the bed when I looked at him. I felt awful because I could tell that I had done him harm. I'm sorry for putting him through this. Knowing that I was accountable simply made me feel more guilty.

The realization that I had made a grave error threw my heart into a feast of sorrow. I'm prepared to put the past behind me. I'll let him leave and keep my eyes on the promising future.

My mother apologized, "Sorry for what I said earlier," and I rolled my eyes at her. I informed them of what he did, so I knew this was going to happen.

I have always been angry when I cry because I knew that no one understood what I was going through. I constantly cry when I'm angry with my parents, even though they are unaware of it.

With a stunned expression on my face, I turned to face my dad. "I hope you don't go to your room to cry like you always do," he said.

"How do you know that?" With an ashamed expression on my face, I inquired.

My dad's response made my cheeks red. "I knew that was your habit whenever we had an argument," I said.

My dad looked at my mother, who had stopped speaking since we began our chat, and said, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

With a long expression on her face, she was staring at me, and I could see she wanted to say something. She's trying to convince me of something, but I already knew what she wanted to say. Unaware of my plans, she was going to advise me to be gentle with him.

"You don't have to worry." When he gets back on his feet, I'll let him get out of the pack. When I said, "You don't need to talk me into anything," she gasped.

It was clear to me that my actions would not bring me happiness, but it is sufficient to see him happy. I'm not going to let my feelings stop me now.

My dad looked at me, his eyes piercing my body as he questioned, "How are you going to lead this pack?" It was like he could read right through me.

"The fighting challenge that the pack members want to organize would do the trick, and not only the pack members are eligible to fight in the duel; others from another pack can join," I stated, and my mother looked at me in astonishment.

"No, you don't have to do that," my mother begged, tears welling in her eyes.

She always acts in this way when she needs anything done for her, but I'm not prepared to fall for it. I refuse to allow her emotions to make me do anything against my will. I've always gladly fulfilled all of her requests, but right now I'm not prepared to do that.

"I have made my decision, and moreover, he has a fiancé and will be getting married in a few months." Only if he is here in my pack will I be able to prevent him from being happy. "He would be better off without me," I remarked in a dejected tone.

Though it's a difficult choice for me to make, I'm willing to go that far for his happiness because I will never accept him back.

"I'll reject his decision to stay here and be with me and send him away to his so-called fiance, whom he loves," I stated, and they both gave me shocked looks.

I know they weren't expecting me to say this, but now that I've spoken, there's no turning back. I will not retract my statements. My attention will be on it.

"Mum, dad, it's already nighttime." Both of you may depart. "I'll handle it from here; moreover, I have the right to make amends because I'm the one who caused this," I remarked, wearing a dejected smile.

"Good night, Freya," my father replied, motioning for my mother to come with him.

With a depressing smile, I glanced around the room. I will stop at nothing to ensure my partner's happiness; even if I knew what I was doing wouldn't make me happy, My friend shouldn't be depressed because of me.

I took a stool with me and took a seat. In addition to wanting to make sure he's okay, I want to watch him sleep. For now, this is the only thing I can do to help him. The stool was near his bed, and as I looked into his face, my heart began to race.

After some time, I dozed off with my head resting on the bed.

Things moving were what woke me awake. Something in my hair moved. I felt like someone was fluffing my hair, and then I opened my eyes. I abruptly sprang to my feet, and soon

I felt my head strike something as I was standing up, and I heard a groan. All the episodes flashed through my mind, and I realized I was still in the ward as I looked around.

At an earlier time, I was lying more comfortably and blissfully on Lucius's lap. My eyes widened in dismay.