SWNOVELS Chapter Chapter Fourteen
In the early hours of the morning, Freya felt an uncomfortable discomfort. Her body began to sweat. At that moment, she suddenly leaned forward, eyes wide.
"It can't be," she murmured, concern palpable in her voice. His she-wolf had prematurely released her heat. Quickly, she freed herself from the sheet covering her and went to the wardrobe in search of her briefcase. She opened it urgently and took out a necklace, which she placed around her neck to prevent the she-wolf from marking her.
Freya also took out a box of inhibitors. She put the case back in its place and headed for the bed. Carefully, she placed the pills on the bedside table, aware that she would have to take them at any moment. He planned to use them when his heat was strongest, to dampen the intensity of his wolf instinct.
After making sure everything was ready, Freya lay down on the bed, trying to remain calm. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Crono, fully awake, subtly sensed his companion's pheromones in the air, triggering a refreshing urge to seek her out. Cautiously, he left his bed and headed for the door, leaving the room discreetly. He crept stealthily down the corridor to Freya's door. Putting his hand on the handle, he realized it was locked. Deciding to return to his room, he pulled a small tool kit from a drawer and made his way discreetly to the door. He muttered between his teeth with a defiant smile. "You're crafty, Freya, but you're not gonna get me." With precision, she inserted a sharp tool into the keyhole, holding the handle so as not to make a sound. He worked carefully until he felt the lock give. He turned the handle smoothly and entered undetected.
As he approached the bed, Crono noticed that Freya was wearing short, see-through pyjamas, which startled him and stirred his manhood, but he managed to control himself. His attention was diverted to the bedside table, where a small white box lay. He reached over, took the box in his hands and examined it carefully. Let's see how you behave today without it", he thought. With a knowing gesture to himself, he left the room.
The next morning, Freya awoke with a feeling of exhilaration. She felt warmth, even if it wasn't as intense as she'd feared. Resigned, she murmured.
"He remembers that his mother was a pure omega, which explained the intensity of his instincts.
Unaware that her pillbox was missing, Freya began her day as usual. She went downstairs for breakfast, when the servants informed her that Crono had left early. She decided to retire to her study, not noticing that her body was beginning to burn. Despite the growing discomfort, she was reassured not to be aware of her alpha's presence. Between reports and paperwork, Freya tried to remain calm.
In the afternoon, the feeling of suffocation became unbearable for Freya. She finished dinner and went upstairs. Arriving in her room, she went into the bathroom and prepared the bathtub. Lost in her need to relieve her heat, she plunged in, wishing only to stay there.
In the evening, Crono returned to the manor after laborious meetings with the local alphas. He was inwardly grateful that Agamemnon hadn't broached the subject of his daughter during the meeting. He felt exhausted and wanted to disconnect from it all. He climbed the stairs and headed for his room. A mischievous smile spread across his face as he smelled the sweet scent of vanilla, which he found refreshing and seductive.
"Your sweet scent contrasts with your temperament, you rebellious little beast. Perhaps you've noticed that your box of inhibitors is missing?" Crono was curious about Freya's condition. He headed for his room and placed his right hand on the handle, to his surprise, it turned and the door opened, he was surprised that it wasn't locked. A moment of indecision overcame him, wondering whether he should enter or not. On impulse, he cautiously opened the door and peered inside. Seeing no one, he decided to enter.
Pheromones intensifying, he glanced towards the bathroom door, realizing that his companion was there. The footsteps and voices outside the room made him swear inwardly, muttering to himself: "What should I do now? I'll be discovered. Having no other choice, he cautiously opened the wardrobe door and slipped inside.
Freya was immersed in her bath when she heard a knock on the door. Stepping out of the water, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her wet body before stepping out of the bathroom. She made her way to the bedroom door and opened it.
"Madam, here's the pitcher of water you asked for and the ice cubes," Lucia announced as she entered the room and placed the items on the table. She turned to Freya: "Is there anything else you'd like, my lady? I'm just about to finish my work for the day."
"No, thank you, Lucia. Go and get some rest. Good night," Freya replied kindly.
Freya watched Lucia leave the room and quickly closed the door. Leaning against the door, her eyes fell on the bedside table. As she approached it, she noticed that the box of inhibitors was missing. Growing concern seized her and she began to look around, thinking she might have fallen.
"Where are you, I'm sure I left you here," she murmured uneasily, feeling her body begin to burn, "Goddess Selene, make her appear. I'm sure I was on the table last night."
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Meanwhile, Crono smiled amusedly, waiting for Freya to return to the bathroom before retiring. However, his expression tightened as he felt her approach. He settled himself in a corner, taking advantage of the cupboard space. In the back of his mind, he prayed Freya wouldn't turn on the light.
Freya opened the wardrobe and bent down to pick up the first-aid kit lying on the floor. She then returned to the bed and took out everything it contained, but found no inhibitor or anything similar.
"At this hour, where can I find an inhibitor? I can't go out like this. I feel weak. I crease my face, "No, Freya! You can't desire that red wolf. Because his scent must be so strong. It's like his citrusy, woodsy scent is here." Unfazed by the steam emanating from her body, she glanced toward the window and spotted a piece of furniture. She got rid of the towel in her way and approached the window. He began to roll the piece of furniture towards the door, muttering: "It'll keep you out, but I don't think you'll come in. Crono, he's controlling his wolf instincts, and besides, you hate me."
Crono couldn't understand how Freya knew she could control herself at the call of a horny omega. He muttered between his teeth.
"She's ours!" he glanced through a crack at the young woman blocking the entrance to the room, but a shiver ran through his body when he saw her naked.
"Mine, she's ours, make her mine," Typhon growled, fighting his own instincts.
"Pull yourself together, Typhon. She can't know we're here." Crono struggled to keep his animal urges at bay, as he gazed at the tantalizing sight of two round monuments, moving with Freya's effort. "They're perfect, they fit in my mouth," she mumbled, biting her lower lip.