Chapter 37

Freya

I was looking at Gabriel dumbfounded, how could he even think that I valued Titus more than him. They both were my mates and I liked them equally but what Gabriel wanted from me was something I couldn't give him at the moment.

"Tell me, Freya, where did I lack?" he asked, "What's the thing about Titus that you still favor him over me?"

"I don't favor anyone over the other, Gabriel," I replied.

"Really?" he arched his brow.

"You don't hesitate to doubt my intentions even though I had always prioritized you over everything else," his eyes were filled with resentment.

I was thinking about giving him a good reply when the door burst open and Dora entered, "Freya, it's Titus," she said.

Gabriel and I looked at her at the same moment, "What about Titus?" I felt my heart sinking.

"He is here but he is gravely injured," she answered.

Titus, was here?

My heart shrank and then expanded to the fullest, I pushed aside Dora and ran out of the room without wasting a second. I couldn't believe that Titus had finally come, but why was he injured? Climbing down the stairs two at a time I rushed out of my home and in the direction of the packhouse.

There was a huge crowd outside the packhouse, I pushed aside everyone to reach the center of the crowd and I felt like someone stabbed my heart. Titus was kneeling on the ground in only his shorts and his body full of wounds. A guy was lying on the ground with his head in Titus's lap, I haven't seen the guy before but he looked severely injured.

"Titus," I called out and his eyes shot up to mine.

"What happened?" I was beside him kneeling within seconds.

"James and I got injured while fighting off the warriors while we escaped from our pack," he replied.

"We need to take him to the pack clinic, someone help, carry him to the clinic," I ordered and a couple of males came forward.

They lifted the injured guy and were taking him to the clinic when Dad, Beta Greg, and Gabriel's father came to the spot, "What's going on here?" Dad asked.

The moment his eyes fell on Titus his expressions changed to concern, "Titus, what are you doing here, and why are you injured?" he asked.

"We need to take Titus's companion to the clinic, Dad. He needs immediate medical attention so does Titus," I interrupted.

No one said anything till we reach the clinic, the doctor started treating Titus's friend immediately. Titus was standing beside the bed where his friend was being treated. He was gravely injured, there was blood all over his body. His calf was bleeding while one of his arms had a chunk of his flesh missing. There was a long cut on his cheek and his abdomen, it looked like he had just walked out of a battlefield.

"You need to be treated as well," I said to him and he just looked at me with blank eyes.

"I won't be able to forgive myself if something happened to, James," he said holding my hand in his.

Sparks erupted when he touched me and my heart missed a beat. There was so much that I wanted to ask him but I was not finding any words. Right now I was worried about his well-being and I was afraid if bleeds anymore he might faint or worse bleed to death.

"You need medical attention right now," I pointed at his battered body.

"I have been through worse Freya, I won't die of these wounds," he replied with a sad smile.

"Who is he?" I asked pointing to his friend.

"He is James, my childhood friend, he was supposed to be my beta when I took over as the Alpha of our pack," Titus answered.

Another doctor walked into the room and straight towards Titus as Dad and Beta Greg followed him at his heels. The Doctor gestured to Titus to sit on the other bed in the room and he obliged to the doctor's request.

I could sense Dad's concerned gaze fixed on me, he must be worrying how I was going to handle my two mates at the same time. Truly speaking I had no idea and I didn't want to think about anything other than Titus's well-being. He looked in such a bad shape that I doubted if he would be able to leave the clinic for the next two or three days.

I watched silently as the doctor cleaned his wounds and then stitched them where it was required and applied the dressing on them. Titus's eyes had lost the glint that they had the last time we met. He looked skinnier and there were bags under his eyes. His hair was a mess, it appeared he had not trimmed them for some time now.

Titus's friend was being given a blood transfusion, he looked in a worse condition than Titus. What could have happened to them that they were so severely injured?

The doctors left after they had made sure both the patients were tended to. Beta Greg had already left only Dad and I was in the room apart from Titus who was now asleep from the sedative the doctor had given him while his friend was still unconscious.

"What do you think would have happened?" I asked Dad.

"From what I can deduce Xander is responsible for Titus's condition," Dad replied.

"How could he do something like this to his own son?" I asked aghast.

I had heard stories about Xander Cresswell's cruelty but I had never imagined that he would go to this extent with his own son. Looking at Titus closely I realized that he had scars on his shoulder and arms from what looked like whiplash.

"Did he gave Titus lashing for disobeying him?"

I felt nauseous and light in my head imagining what Titus might have been through in the past months, but the question was why?

Sorry guys I was a little busy so couldn't update yesterday.

I was making a trailer for my fantasy on Booknet.

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I am posting the blurb and an excerpt just in case you guys are interested in reading it.

Blurb

Leah's monotonous life was filled with fear, humiliation, and abuse by none other than her only family; her uncle.

Belonging to the magical world of witches and wizards she was made to go through the tiresome and horrendous training by her uncle to master her powers and become the most powerful witch.

One day Leah wakes up to find her powers gone for a reason unknown to her. Fearing her uncle's reaction she elopes and comes across Michael, a playboy football star.

ESCAPING ONE MONSTER ONLY TO GET ENTANGLED BY THE OTHER.

EXPECT BOOKSCRIPTION.

Excerpt

"What are you doing to me?" she asked breathlessly.

"Casting a spell," I replied leisurely.

If she was so obsessed with magic I better give her a good reason. I leaned and took her nipple in my mouth and she arched her back.

"Why arent you chanting any spell?" she asked again.

"This magic is different from the ancient one. We chant the spell in mind and bind it with actions," I said blowing a cool breath on her moist nipple.

"Ohh god," she exclaimed.

"Not God, Michael, remember my name, sweetheart, cause you will be screaming it in a few moments," I said as I cupped her other breast and squeezed it.

She whimpered in delight but couldn't keep silent as usual, "Why did I be screaming your, name?"

"Cause it is what, will seal the deal," I replied chuckling and taking her bud in my mouth again.

She dug her nail in my shoulders where she was holding me and I groaned. She was so sensitive that even a little effort from me was taking her to the edge.

"Please," she moaned.

My eyes shot up to her from where I was sucking her breast and found her looking at me with parted lips and hooded eyes. She tried closing her legs but I placed my hands on her thighs and pushed them away.

"Michael," she rasped.