LOGINShe was born of two worlds… and belonged to none. Wolfless and rejected by her own kind, Freya, the hybrid daughter of a witch and a wolf, was sold by her father to the most feared Alpha in the land—Alpha Logan of the Northridge Pack. Her only purpose? To bear his heir and strengthen his bloodline. But love was never part of the deal. Torn between his lingering feelings for his first love, Lucia, and the bond he cannot deny with Freya, Alpha Logan spirals—cold, cruel, and indifferent. And when tragedy strikes and Freya loses the baby, his words cut deeper than any blade: “You’re just a breeder.” Shattered and betrayed, Freya flees to the human world with the help of a mysterious ally. There, she finds peace… and perhaps a new beginning in Daniel, a kind stranger who sees her as more than just a tool. But fate isn’t done with her yet. A prophecy looms. A war brews. And when Logan’s brother returns to claim the throne, only Freya—his true mate and the key to his power—can save his legacy. But will she ever come back to the mate who broke her heart… or choose a new path, and a new love, forever?
View MoreThe silence that fell over the inner hall was heavy and suffocating, a vacuum left by the sudden departure of the two brothers.Freya felt the panic surge through her, a cold, tightening knot in her chest. She couldn't breathe. Her fingers dug into Samantha's hand, seeking an anchor, and she felt the gentle, reassuring rub in return.“It’s okay, Freya. We’ll go to the room. Just leave them for a while,” Samantha whispered, her gaze sweeping the tense hall.Xavier and Theodore, however, were not moving. They remained flanking the archway, rigid and alert. Their presence was a physical barrier, a silent promise that should Kia attempt anything—an escape, a grab, or a fight—they were ready. They were the kingdom’s shield, and their simmering tension was a reflection of the unspoken fear shared by everyone present: that the peace they had cultivated was about to shatter.Freya nodded numbly, letting Samantha guide her away from the watchful eyes of the council and the worried pack members
The moment the stranger’s voice sliced through the hall, Freya’s body stiffened. The slow, deliberate clap echoed off the high stone walls, and every wolf in the chamber froze. Conversations died mid-sentence, laughter collapsed into silence, and even the music faltered as though the strings themselves refused to play.Freya turned her head, her heart thundering against her ribs, and her eyes landed on him.The intruder strode through the archway with a casual arrogance that made her skin crawl. His dark hair fell in loose waves around a sharp face, his smirk pulling tight over lips that seemed carved for mockery. But it wasn’t his appearance alone that stilled the crowd—it was the familiarity etched into his features. He carried the same proud jawline as Logan, the same piercing eyes, though his gaze carried no warmth. Where Logan’s presence commanded respect, his own radiated disruption, a tainted reflection of what an Alpha could be.Gasps rippled through the hall.Logan stood at o
Since the day Logan brought the dress, Freya’s thoughts had been restless. Every time she walked past the spot where it hung — perfectly draped on the carved oak stand — her chest tightened. It was more than fabric; it was a question she couldn’t answer. Why had Logan given it to her? Why now?The memory of Avy’s words clung to her like a second skin: “Alpha Logan said you should wear it on the night of the full moon and meet him in the council hall.”Three days. Three days of sleepless nights, of pretending to be calm around Samantha, and of pushing away the ghost of Daniel’s smile when it tried to creep into her heart. She had made peace with the fact that her human life was gone, but peace did not erase the scars.Now, the night of the full moon has arrived.Freya sat on the wooden stool in Samantha’s room, her fingers clenched together tightly in her lap. Samantha stood behind her, weaving flowers into her long hair, humming softly. The fragrance of fresh blossoms mixed with the f
Freya was seated on the edge of Samantha’s wide oak bed, her fingers absently tugging at the loose threads of the blanket beneath her. The room smelled faintly of lavender and warm firewood from the hearth, comforting in its simplicity. She and Samantha had been talking — though in truth, it was more Samantha doing the talking while Freya half-listened, her mind circling the words Logan had spoken earlier.“…and then of course, the kitchen omegas spilled nearly half the stew before dinner could even begin,” Samantha was saying, rolling her eyes dramatically. “It’s a wonder anyone here survives with the chaos that happens behind the scenes.”Freya let out a small laugh, though her heart wasn’t fully in it. She wanted to focus, to enjoy the sisterly comfort of Samantha’s chatter, but her mind refused to settle. The memory of Logan’s gaze earlier, the weight in his voice when he had hinted at “something he needed to tell her,” lingered like smoke.Before she could chase the thought furth
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