Kingsley's POV
Freya and I chased each other through the moonlit forest, our hearts beating faster as the attraction between us grew. We journeyed through the dense woods, the moonlight spilling over us and illuminating our path.
Our eyes were locked with lust and desire. Catching up with Freya, we halted under a tall oak tree, pressing our bodies closer together. Moonlight filtered through the leafy canopy, casting reflections on our fur.
I gently embraced Freya, her body warm and soft. Our breaths mingled, creating a heady scent. I gasped as Freya's face flushed like a blooming rose.
Our lips drew nearer, breaths intertwining. Lips and tongues entwined with passion and intensity. My hands explored Freya's body, delicately caressing her skin. Freya whimpered, her body trembling as desire gradually spread.
Our passion blazed in the moonlight as we embraced, bodies close. Caresses and kisses deepened, our bodies trembling with the rush of passion. My breathing quickened, feeling the warmth and wetness of Freya's body.
Our werewolf instincts were unleashed in the moonlight, and we became lost in our love for each other. Our bodies melded together, forgetting everything around us. We focused solely on our feelings and desires, relishing the moonlit moment.
Suddenly, Freya pushed me away. I opened my dazed eyes, looking at Freya in disbelief, my wolf whimpering from the abrupt cessation of passion.
"What's wrong?" I asked, gazing into Freya's eyes.
In the next moment, I noticed Freya's eyes glistening with tears, her body shaking slightly. She was becoming scared.
"Kingsley, can I still trust you?" Freya asked, looking at me earnestly.
I took a deep breath, understanding the significance of this question to Freya. Was this why she was scared? Afraid of being hurt by me again.
Reflecting on it, I couldn't help but feel like the complete jerk I once was. I remained silent for a moment, opting not to answer her question at the time.
"Freya, there was a time when I was a real illegitimate child. If Grace hadn't faced fertility issues after giving birth to Joyce, I might have remained a hidden illegitimate child forever. My father loved my mother but left her for the sake of the pack, eventually accepting Grace as his mate. I don't mean to justify my past actions, Freya. It's just that before I met you, I believed love was the most ridiculously unreliable thing in the world."
"In the pack, I wasn't accepted by the other wolves, and I led and fought in numerous wars, both large and small, to earn their approval. In the most brutal of those wars, I lost my best friend and Beta, Shawn Jones, who was Tracy's brother."
As I spoke, I glanced at Freya, who surprisingly seemed calm and patient.
"Freya, if it weren't for Shawn, I might have died in that war. While absolute loyalty for a werewolf is enough for them to willingly give their life for the Alpha, there's no denying that he saved me. Before he died, Shawn entrusted Tracy to me. As I mentioned earlier, I thought love was something that would never enter my life, so at the time, I didn't grasp the weight of a vow. Under the moonlight, to lay my departed best friend and Beta to rest in peace, I vowed to take good care of his only family member, his sister Tracy."
"However, as time passed, everything began to change. I never anticipated that Tracy would become increasingly dependent on me. I tolerated Tracy repeatedly for the sake of my best friend. It wasn't until I discovered that Tracy had secretly changed her contact name in my phone to 'Sweetheart' that I realized her true feelings. By then, I had already met you. I talked to Tracy about it, but the bond of the vows prevented me from truly getting close to you. Breaking the vows would result in the mate I loved being suffered, so I had to carefully restrain my urge to get close to you while secretly seeking ways to break the vow."
I looked up at Freya, who was now in tears.
"But the good thing is, I've managed to break the vow. But, Freya..."
I reached up and gently touched Freya's head, then planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
"I'm not saying this to excuse myself. What's done wrong is done wrong, and regardless of the reason, I have hurt you at one time or another. That's a fact I can't deny, and I deserve to pay for it. I offer my sincerest apologies for that, Freya. I'm sorry."
"I'm only sharing this because I've realized the importance of being honest with you. You're the only mate I've ever truly identified with. I should have no reservations about you, and I should respect you, love you, and trust you. You're entitled to know everything there is to know about me, not hear it from someone else."
"So, when you ask if you can still trust me, I think I can answer you now. I wish you could trust me once more, or rather, I wish you could try to believe in love once more. I understand what you're afraid of. Just as I was once deeply hurt by me, you fear another betrayal and deception. I know that more words are ultimately powerless and pale, so..."
I looked into Freya's eyes, earnest and reverent.
Then, I slowly got down on one knee, and with one hand, I gently raised Freya's hand to my throat.
Freya's eyes widened in shock, "Kingsley, you..."
Then, I raised my right hand to the white moon.
"I, Kingsley Wright, in the name of the Alpha of the Shadowmoon Pack, and in the presence of the Moon Goddess, swear to regard Freya Yost from the Moonlight Pack as my only mate for the rest of my life. I pledge to be loyal and submissive to her for the rest of my life and to honor and respect her as much as I honor myself. I will love her as I love my own life, until death do us part."
The moment the vow concluded, a warm sensation surged through my heart, and I realized that I had devoted my life and soul to the person I love the most, Freya.
"Now, allow me to ask you, Freya, to mark me on my neck as your mate."
I looked over at Freya, my eyes burning and rolling, my heart thumping so hard I swore there wasn't a moment that made me feel more alive.
Marking was traditionally the Alpha's prerogative, a declaration that a certain female werewolf was in his possession and would be his Luna.
However, at this point, I gave that right to my Luna, Freya, because my wolf desperately desires to submit to her and show his loyalty to her.
As expected, Freya, after her initial shock, let out a quick guffaw, confident and flamboyant, like a born queen.
She looked at me and spoke, "It would be my honor."
She then lowered her head and brought her soft lips gently closer to my neck, her warm breath puffing on my skin as my wolf whimpered with anticipation. Freya opened her mouth and left a mark on my neck with her sharp teeth.
I closed my eyes but felt Freya's soft tongue licking and sucking at my neck.
In an instant, a sense of warm swept through my body, my eyes turned amber, and passion was instantly ignited as I reached out, wrapping my arms around Freya, and swooped her down onto the soft grass before kissing her on the lips.