TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 62: Chapter 62
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: PUZZLE PIECES
FREYA'S POV:
I stand over the edge of our balcony, simply staring into the night, the exact spot he had run off to only seconds ago.
I remain for only a few seconds more before stepping into my much warmer room.
It's only now that I realize his shirt is still wrapped around me. It's big enough to wrap my much smaller frame, like a cozy blanket.
His scent is still ripe and pouring out of it.
I take a big enough inhale, it's almost as though he's still here, laughing at my not-so-funny jokes and wiping up some interesting comebacks.
Xena is already far gone on her desk, deep in slumber.
I take up her blanket and wrap it around her, not wanting to disturb her much-needed rest before I get mine.
I turn off the lights all the while cuddling in bed with my new adornment.
"Freya, hurry up!" Xena yells incessantly whilst clipping the last strand of hair perfectly away from her face.
I never really understand the need to clip her already short hair, it's not like the wind could blow it into your eyes like mine did.
I begrudgingly pull on my royal blue, armless top over my head, sliding it down my upper body till it's in place.
I double check its match with my black shorts. Not too bad.
This is the most I can do with my outfit today, too tired to even bother myself further with it.
I'm silently grateful she isn't shouting my ears out about it.
As long as I tagged along on this impromptu picnic, she didn't mind.
After that thing with Silas and that talk that was supposed to make me feel better, I admit I've been in some sort of slum for a while.
For other reasons unrelated to Silas, of course.
Though Xena has refused to believe that Silas has nothing to do with my current funk.
So, what does she do to help? She forces me to go into the outdoors with her on my rest day.
Ughhhh!
A normal friend would have simply offered some snacks and perhaps, let me sleep in.
This is the only day I have to be fucking lazy. But no, she decides it's the best time to have a picnic in the garden.
I was a fool to think she'd take this the normal way.
Someone that kills a bear on her own as a recreational activity isn't normal, ofcourse.
Just as I pull on my sneakers, she's already by my side assessing my outfit to be sure it's okay.
"Minimum effort, but I can live with this." She muses.
Xena herself is clad in a regal, floral yellow sundress, contrasting with her lightly tanned creamy skin.
It falls effortlessly over her natural curving body.
I'm envious of how easily things look on her without her even trying.
"You should try modeling," I say as my eyes rake over her figure.
She's tall and confident... though, she might just look tall because I'm fucking midget.
After weeks in the school, I have come to realize that she's an average height here.
"I'd rather slit throats than strut down an isle infront of people as an occupation. You ready?"
I back away warily. "Sure."
The location she had picked out was out in the fields under the shade of the trees.
Nothing too spectacular about it besides the beautiful view of the school from the slightly elevated ground we sat on.
I laid out the sheets while she dropped the basket.
"Don't you just love the outdoors?" She takes in a deep inhale, smiling warmly at nature.
"I would much rather prefer to be on my bed right now." I mumble, looking the other way.
"You are such a downer. You'd much rather mope inside than take in nature's beauty with your best friend?"
"Exactly." I deadpan seriously.
I know she means well, but I'm fine.
I'm sure a full day of uninterrupted sleep would do me more good than eating outside.
She rolls her eyes, placing the picnic basket right in our center and begins pulling out sandwiches and fruits.
"How were you able to get all this food though? Do you have some hidden grocery store under your bed?"
"I know someone in the kitchen; she lets me use it when no one's around sometimes. I utilized that privilege to prepare this picnic."
"Wow, you actually put a lot into this."
"Anything to get you out of this present mood you find yourself in."
I'm forced to smile at her thoughtfulness. Xena always manages to come through for me when she can, and I adore that about her endlessly.
I only wish I could repay her someway in the future.
"I guess it wouldn't be so bad to indulge you and your "I pause mid-sentence as she pulls out a thick black object wrapped in transparent cling film. "What the fuck is that? Is that food?"
She chuckles at my words, dropping the black object right in my front.
"It's chicken."
My eyes widen as she identifies it. Contrary to her description, it looks nothing like a bird.
"I cooked it myself. It's roasted chicken." She raises her shoulders in pride now.
I sigh, rubbing my temples slowly.
No human is indeed perfect and everyone has a flaw. I am sad to admit that, today, I have finally discovered hers.
"Please, tell me this is the only thing you made out of this pile of food."
"The cook helped with the rest."
"Thank Goddess."
"Is there something wrong?"
"Xena, there's a difference between roasted and charred. It looks like a rotisserie chicken from hell."
She scoffs now, pulling the chicken away from me and back into the basket.
"No chicken for you then."
I am very much tempted to thank her, but I hold my words back, not wanting to seem too harsh. Her cooking skills are bad but clearly, there's a lot of effort put into everything just to make this day less dreadful.
I sigh again.
"I'm sorry for bashing your cooking. May I please have some chicken?"
Her hurt expression quickly turns gleeful again and she takes it out again in seconds, pulling out a knife.
"I'll cut you a piece. You're going to love it, trust me."
I simply nod.
We start feasting in seconds, later staring into the wide open space.
I do not love the chicken as expected but I still take another bite of my piece to keep her happy.
The wind picks up, rustling the leaves in the trees amidst the tranquil peace.
It doesn't feel as bad as I thought it would be and I'm slowly growing on the feel of nature.
"What do you think about mates?" The question rolls out of me without thinking.
"Huh?" She turns to me with her mouth fully stuffed.
"You know, the wolf physically drawn to you once you hit 18."
"Oh." She swallows it all down quickly. "What about them?" "The concept of another person you don't really know forced to share your burdens against their will simply because you are mates. Don't you think it's all a sham? I never really like the ideas of it." There's no difference between what Silas has to endure and what the moon goddess forces on us.
"Well, if you look at it in such a depressing light, ofcourse you'd hate it." she chuckles.
I groan. "What other possible way could one see it as not a cage?"
"Imagine we are all puzzle pieces first, each having our own unique function, ofcourse, but we are incomplete. Out there, another soul completes us in a way no one else can. The mate bond just acts like a beacon to find that person." She finishes, taking another bite from her sandwich happily.
I muse on her words for a moment. It still felt like baloney but... not so bad perhaps.
The goddess simply wants us to find someone for us and once Silas is forcefully mated to Elena, his wolf would see her as specially made for him. My chest hurts again.
I stuff my face again with a sandwich as a distraction from my surfacing mood.
My ears pick up footsteps just as Elena turns her head towards the direction it's coming from.
Before I can ask, Adam pops up from behind the tree. "Adam?" We say in unison
"Hey Xena; hey Freya." He greets cheerfully. Just as my mood briefly brightens on seeing a friend,
Lucas pops out as well with his own smile plastered onto his face.
"Hello, lovely ladies."
Just like that, my smile washes away, replaced by a glower directed at him only.
"Lucas."
FREYA'S POV:
I stand over the edge of our balcony, simply staring into the night, the exact spot he had run off to only seconds ago.
I remain for only a few seconds more before stepping into my much warmer room.
It's only now that I realize his shirt is still wrapped around me. It's big enough to wrap my much smaller frame, like a cozy blanket.
His scent is still ripe and pouring out of it.
I take a big enough inhale, it's almost as though he's still here, laughing at my not-so-funny jokes and wiping up some interesting comebacks.
Xena is already far gone on her desk, deep in slumber.
I take up her blanket and wrap it around her, not wanting to disturb her much-needed rest before I get mine.
I turn off the lights all the while cuddling in bed with my new adornment.
"Freya, hurry up!" Xena yells incessantly whilst clipping the last strand of hair perfectly away from her face.
I never really understand the need to clip her already short hair, it's not like the wind could blow it into your eyes like mine did.
I begrudgingly pull on my royal blue, armless top over my head, sliding it down my upper body till it's in place.
I double check its match with my black shorts. Not too bad.
This is the most I can do with my outfit today, too tired to even bother myself further with it.
I'm silently grateful she isn't shouting my ears out about it.
As long as I tagged along on this impromptu picnic, she didn't mind.
After that thing with Silas and that talk that was supposed to make me feel better, I admit I've been in some sort of slum for a while.
For other reasons unrelated to Silas, of course.
Though Xena has refused to believe that Silas has nothing to do with my current funk.
So, what does she do to help? She forces me to go into the outdoors with her on my rest day.
Ughhhh!
A normal friend would have simply offered some snacks and perhaps, let me sleep in.
This is the only day I have to be fucking lazy. But no, she decides it's the best time to have a picnic in the garden.
I was a fool to think she'd take this the normal way.
Someone that kills a bear on her own as a recreational activity isn't normal, ofcourse.
Just as I pull on my sneakers, she's already by my side assessing my outfit to be sure it's okay.
"Minimum effort, but I can live with this." She muses.
Xena herself is clad in a regal, floral yellow sundress, contrasting with her lightly tanned creamy skin.
It falls effortlessly over her natural curving body.
I'm envious of how easily things look on her without her even trying.
"You should try modeling," I say as my eyes rake over her figure.
She's tall and confident... though, she might just look tall because I'm fucking midget.
After weeks in the school, I have come to realize that she's an average height here.
"I'd rather slit throats than strut down an isle infront of people as an occupation. You ready?"
I back away warily. "Sure."
The location she had picked out was out in the fields under the shade of the trees.
Nothing too spectacular about it besides the beautiful view of the school from the slightly elevated ground we sat on.
I laid out the sheets while she dropped the basket.
"Don't you just love the outdoors?" She takes in a deep inhale, smiling warmly at nature.
"I would much rather prefer to be on my bed right now." I mumble, looking the other way.
"You are such a downer. You'd much rather mope inside than take in nature's beauty with your best friend?"
"Exactly." I deadpan seriously.
I know she means well, but I'm fine.
I'm sure a full day of uninterrupted sleep would do me more good than eating outside.
She rolls her eyes, placing the picnic basket right in our center and begins pulling out sandwiches and fruits.
"How were you able to get all this food though? Do you have some hidden grocery store under your bed?"
"I know someone in the kitchen; she lets me use it when no one's around sometimes. I utilized that privilege to prepare this picnic."
"Wow, you actually put a lot into this."
"Anything to get you out of this present mood you find yourself in."
I'm forced to smile at her thoughtfulness. Xena always manages to come through for me when she can, and I adore that about her endlessly.
I only wish I could repay her someway in the future.
"I guess it wouldn't be so bad to indulge you and your "I pause mid-sentence as she pulls out a thick black object wrapped in transparent cling film. "What the fuck is that? Is that food?"
She chuckles at my words, dropping the black object right in my front.
"It's chicken."
My eyes widen as she identifies it. Contrary to her description, it looks nothing like a bird.
"I cooked it myself. It's roasted chicken." She raises her shoulders in pride now.
I sigh, rubbing my temples slowly.
No human is indeed perfect and everyone has a flaw. I am sad to admit that, today, I have finally discovered hers.
"Please, tell me this is the only thing you made out of this pile of food."
"The cook helped with the rest."
"Thank Goddess."
"Is there something wrong?"
"Xena, there's a difference between roasted and charred. It looks like a rotisserie chicken from hell."
She scoffs now, pulling the chicken away from me and back into the basket.
"No chicken for you then."
I am very much tempted to thank her, but I hold my words back, not wanting to seem too harsh. Her cooking skills are bad but clearly, there's a lot of effort put into everything just to make this day less dreadful.
I sigh again.
"I'm sorry for bashing your cooking. May I please have some chicken?"
Her hurt expression quickly turns gleeful again and she takes it out again in seconds, pulling out a knife.
"I'll cut you a piece. You're going to love it, trust me."
I simply nod.
We start feasting in seconds, later staring into the wide open space.
I do not love the chicken as expected but I still take another bite of my piece to keep her happy.
The wind picks up, rustling the leaves in the trees amidst the tranquil peace.
It doesn't feel as bad as I thought it would be and I'm slowly growing on the feel of nature.
"What do you think about mates?" The question rolls out of me without thinking.
"Huh?" She turns to me with her mouth fully stuffed.
"You know, the wolf physically drawn to you once you hit 18."
"Oh." She swallows it all down quickly. "What about them?" "The concept of another person you don't really know forced to share your burdens against their will simply because you are mates. Don't you think it's all a sham? I never really like the ideas of it." There's no difference between what Silas has to endure and what the moon goddess forces on us.
"Well, if you look at it in such a depressing light, ofcourse you'd hate it." she chuckles.
I groan. "What other possible way could one see it as not a cage?"
"Imagine we are all puzzle pieces first, each having our own unique function, ofcourse, but we are incomplete. Out there, another soul completes us in a way no one else can. The mate bond just acts like a beacon to find that person." She finishes, taking another bite from her sandwich happily.
I muse on her words for a moment. It still felt like baloney but... not so bad perhaps.
The goddess simply wants us to find someone for us and once Silas is forcefully mated to Elena, his wolf would see her as specially made for him. My chest hurts again.
I stuff my face again with a sandwich as a distraction from my surfacing mood.
My ears pick up footsteps just as Elena turns her head towards the direction it's coming from.
Before I can ask, Adam pops up from behind the tree. "Adam?" We say in unison
"Hey Xena; hey Freya." He greets cheerfully. Just as my mood briefly brightens on seeing a friend,
Lucas pops out as well with his own smile plastered onto his face.
"Hello, lovely ladies."
Just like that, my smile washes away, replaced by a glower directed at him only.
"Lucas."
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