Nobela ni Lisa

The moment Freya looked away, Vladimiros peeked through the arm that had been resting lazily over his face. His sharp eyes caught hers, and the mischievous glint in them only grew brighter."Tell me, Freya," he drawled, his voice smooth yet filled with an unsettling curiosity. "How long have you been locked up in there?"Freya stiffened at the question. She could feel his gaze like a weight on her, his eyes prying into her soul. She looked at him, her thoughts momentarily clouded by his sudden attention.She stammered, the words coming out in a rushed, breathless whisper, "M-my lord... I've been in there since I was born... I'll say, because I started living in the west wing... all by myself... at a very young age."Vladimiros let out a low chuckle, one that sent a shiver crawling up Freya’s spine. "How sweet," he murmured, as though he found it amusing. He raised himself slightly, propping himself up on his elbow, then gave her a long, almost playful look. "A father keeping his own d

Before Freya could respond, Vladimiros’ voice cut through the room, smooth and commanding.“Your father asked if anyone would love to marry you,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Would you marry me, my lady?”His smile was playful, but his words held a weight that made the entire room fall silent. Freya’s father tried to speak, his voice laced with disbelief.“My lord, she’s cursed. You can’t be with her.”Vladimiros waved a hand dismissively, cutting him off with a cold, imperious look. “Be quiet.”Freya blinked in confusion, her mind racing. Who was this man? Someone who had the power to speak to her father like that?A strange, unsettling feeling gripped her. She quickly pulled her hand away from Vladimiros’ grasp, her eyes searching for answers.Lylah, standing beside her, instinctively took a few steps back, her heart racing as she watched the tense scene unfold.Freya stammered, her voice shaking as she tried to make sense of everything. “I… I… I didn’t—” But before she co

Prince Fenrir stepped even closer, and then… he sniffed Lylah.Her heart stopped for a second.“You see,” he mumbled, his voice thick with liquor, “when you came to this palace… it was to help groom my sister. Since she’s never left that room of hers… she has no royal manners. No attitude.”He paused and stared at her, his eyes unfocused but burning with something strange.“I hate how close you are to her,” he said, his breath heavy against her cheek. “It gives me the creeps.”He was drunk. Too drunk.She tried to step back, but before she could move, the bottle in his hand slipped and crashed to the floor. She flinched.Suddenly, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her hard against him. Her body stiffened.“You’re… squeezing me, Fenrir,” she said, stammering, trying to push at his chest. But he didn’t budge. He was too strong.Her hands kept pushing, but it was useless. He was holding her like she belonged to him.That’s when it hit her—this plan… this wasn’t going to

Lylah turned to Freya, eyes serious, her voice low. “I know this is dangerous, Freya… but this is my plan.”Freya stared at her, her heart skipping a beat. “What is it?” she asked carefully.Lylah pulled her aside, glanced at the door like someone might be listening, then looked Freya in the eyes. “I know it’ll be a total mess to accuse the future Alpha of rape,” she whispered, “but that’s the only way we’ll get everyone’s attention.”Freya flinched. “What do you mean, Lylah?”Her eyes softened, but her voice stayed steady. “Your brother… he likes me. You know that. And in our clan, even if he’s only seventeen, he can still take a wife. As long as he can produce children.”Freya nodded slowly, her stomach twisting.“But this time,” she continued, “I’m going to comply. I’m going to agree to what he wants.”Freya’s eyes widened. “What? Lylah—no. That’s dangerous. You can’t play with him like that.”Lylah gave her a small smile. “I already changed the future by saying yes. In our last li

Everything was cold.Dark. Silent.Freya opened her eyes, but all she saw was black. The kind of black that swallowed everything. She couldn’t tell where she was. The air felt heavy, like it was pressing against her chest. Her breath came out in soft puffs, curling in front of her like smoke. It was freezing. She tried to take a step—nothing. Her legs wouldn’t move.Why couldn’t she move?“Lylah?” she called out, her voice shaky. “Lylah, where are you?”Then she saw her.Lylah was lying on the ground a few feet away. Her arms stretched out. Her face pale. Still.“No!” Freya screamed. “Lylah!”She pushed her body forward, tried to run to her, but her feet felt stuck. Like they were trapped in ice. Her arms wouldn’t move either. She struggled. Fought. Nothing.Tears spilled down her cheeks. She reached out, even if she couldn’t move. “Please… please get up...”Suddenly, light broke through the dark. A soft glow, like moonlight. She turned her head slowly.A woman stepped out from the li

"Move!" one of the guards shouted as he yanked Freya’s arm.The chains around her wrists clanked as they dragged her out of the west wing like an animal. Her feet scraped against the floor, but she didn’t fight. What was the point?She was already marked.They didn’t care if the chains hurt. They didn’t care that she was shaking. They pulled her through the long hallway without a single word of kindness.The heavy doors of the council hall opened.Voices went silent.Almost everyone from the pack was there. Elders. Warriors. Servants. Even children. All eyes turned to her.The girl in chains.The cursed one.They dragged her to the center of the room. She could feel their stares burning into her skin. Like she was a monster.The elders sat above the crowd, looking down at her from their high seats. They looked calm. Cold. Like they had been waiting for this moment.The head elder stood up."You’ve always been a cursed child, Freya," he said loudly. "From the moment you were born under