Freya’s pov

“What do you mean,” Racheal came to my side. I stuffed some clothes into my duffel bag, she pulled my hands and veered me around, “What are you doing?”

“I'm getting the hell out of here, we are getting out!” I said once more.

“What? Why?” Williams yelled from behind.

“Because,” I spun and faced him, “because I'm mated to a monster.”

“Okay, even if we wanted to leave, we can't, Artemis would have his guards keeping watch,” Racheal held me again, ...