MATED TO THE VAMPIRE KING SON Chapter 54

FREDA'S POV

I was curled up in my element, my body yearning for freedom. My original plan crossed my mind. To get away from the world of wolves, vampires, and witches. I had never liked the supernatural and my family didn't make it better.

One would think being the next vampire Queen would clear off my status of being a wolfless eighteen-year-old. No, I felt the same way I felt back home. Trapped, underestimated, and misjudged.

Lady Elara's training became intense. It wasn't just about the protocols anymore, but about accepting my new life. It dawned on me that I had to accept my position whether I liked it or not. Damien wasn't going to let me go.

I had to accept the people, their laws, their powers. It had barely been weeks since my life had reached its turning point, but I knew within myself this wasn't what I wanted.

How about college? Where was my zeal to be a normal girl? Go to college, have a dorm room with fancy lights, make friends who talk aboutthings other than dominance, rituals, and hunting seasons. 

The smoky cedar wood scent filled my nose, distracting me from my thoughts when Damien walked into the room. I lifted myself from my curdle position, shifting my gaze to him.

Just like yesterday, his toned chest made my mouth go dry again and my cheeks burned the more he came closer to me. 

He caught my gaze. "I met Elara on the way," his brows arched in a displeasing manner.

"She's tough. Just like you mentioned." I muttered.

He started to pull off his shirt and I looked away. "You must listen to her, Freda. I will not have you take something as training with Elara lightly. Understood?" He charged with a stern tone.

I couldn't tell if his voice made my heart race or his bare-chested body. A sudden longing awakened in my body. The longer I looked at him, the more the feelings stirred up.

"I do not want to train." I moved away from the bed to the shelf where a pile of books I had been reading was kept. I picked out the coronation book. "I do not wish to know anything about you Vampires." 

He was silent or would I say unbothered. My eyes landed on his waist as he tried to pull off his pants, but I looked away yet again.

"Cancel training with Lady Elara. It makes me uncomfortable." I swallowed hard. Damien tied up his bathrobe, preparing to have a shower. "Damien, I cannot follow the rule, she…"

"You do not have a choice, Freda! You do as the king says!" his voice hardened and echoed in the room.

I rushed toward him before he could step in the shower and I pushed against his chest. "Why do you keep me here then? Is this my palace or my prison?"

"This is my palace and you are my mate! Refuse any further and you'll be locked in here forever!"

My eyes watered and I slowly moved away from him. "You're a monster!" My voice broke. 

He pulled me back by the arm, staring down at me. His eyes flickered regret, but it was quick and back to the scornful look of a predator. 

"This will change your life, Freda. Being my mate isn't an easy job. Brace yourself for the worse. I would not accept your timidity!"

The tears rushed further down my cheeks. "I understand," I said, walking farther away from him, pacing the room restlessly. "I see where all this is coming from. Maybe we are not mates after all. Maybe this was just your plan, to take over your father's throne, get a weak mate you can put under your control."

He rushed to me, pressing my shoulders with both of his hands as he shot me a glare. Eye to eye, panting heavily. "You're right! You are indeed weak and pathetic. There are several other ladies I could get"

My tears couldn't stop running.

"If you knew me, you would know that there was no reason to bring you into my chamber. But, fudge the ridiculous mate bond that made me burn for you the moment we met!"

My heartbeat raced as his skin became paler and his eyes red with anger.

"Tell me you do not feel the unexplainable attraction I feel for you. Tell me your heart does not race when you're…" he pulled me by the waist. "…this close to me."

At this proximity. It felt like I could hear his heartbeat and he could hear mine. It was synchronized, knocking at the same time. The explosion of heat covered me when our chests touched.

Damien was right. He could have any woman, but he chose me. Because he couldn't help it. And doom me, I knew it was the truth. I felt it too. I had dreamt about him before we met. Fantasized about getting this close to him. 

"Freda…" he breathed my name, staring down at my lips.

"Damien…" I did the same. My throat had dried up and my eyes had begun to blink restlessly.

His breath smelled like mint and amber and I could inhale how close his lips were to mine. He was my mate, I couldn't resist him for too long. Even when he locked me like a prisoner, the attraction was undeniable.

His lips touched mine for a moment before he hungrily ravished my lips. I gave in, too quickly as I could not stop myself either.

His large palm held my face and he stopped the kiss. "Next time Elara comes here, you listen to her with all enthusiasm." He patted my cheek and walked into the bathroom.

I stood with my lips parted open, missing the moment that just happened. 

At the same time. It struck me. I wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't getting the freedom I had always wanted. I might get love from Damien, but he would only let me love him according to his will.

I walked back to my bed, lay, and wrapped my arms around my legs. This wasn't a gift, moon goddess.  I needed to leave.

It was time I started planning my escape. How would I leave this castle? If Damien found out my plan, all hell would break loose. I needed to be careful.

He might kiss me tonight and slay me by the blade of his sword tomorrow. If I would leave, I needed to plan it slowly and strategically, so that he wouldn't have suspicions.  

Where would I go? Certainly, not home where they would ask about my father and would want to wage war against the vampires. Damien would be able to catch me faster that way.

I thought of Father. How long would Damien keep him in prison? Why is his pack not after Damien by now? Was no one looking for us?

I needed to find a new life, a new home, a new family. I wished to forget my wolf heritage and my vampire concurrency.

Besides home,  I had nowhere else. Was this escape worth it? How far would I go to stay away from Damien?

Damien appeared from the bathroom shortly wearing only a short. He dried his hair and came to lie on the bed with me. Silence buried between us for a long time.

My tears soaked my pillow gradually and I tried to be as quiet as possible. Was asking for a normal life too much? Why do things need to be as complicated as this in my life? 

"I understand this is new to you, Freda. It will all make sense in the end" His voice broke through the silence. "I'll warn Elara to take it easy and slow, for you"

I refused to respond. I had nothing to say. No choice whatsoever.

A sudden warmth embraced me when Damien hugged me from the back. Like a shepherd looking after his sheep, I felt affection. He snuggled me closer, his breath on my hair.

"I apologize, my queen." He softly said, close to my ears, his lips grazing the tip.

I remembered this was the man like a mist in my dreams. His affection hung around my dream and it seemed to be the case in reality too.

My anger seemed to vanish for some moment and in no time, I slept like a baby with his lips brushing my neck continuously.