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—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 MoreChapter 32It was morning already and Freya was up, when,The door creaked open, and the maid assigned to Freya stepped inside, broom and dustpan in hand. She moved with practiced ease, humming faintly as she worked. Her eyes scanned the room in a habitual sweep, checking corners and under the bed.Then she froze.Near the side of the bed, scattered in delicate clumps, were short strands of fur. Silvery, soft, almost glinting in the sunlight. She bent down, running her fingers over them. They felt nothing like the fabric lint she sometimes found. These were real.Her brows knitted together. "That’s odd... we don’t have any cats here," she muttered to herself. Her voice was low, almost as if she didn’t want to hear her own question.From the bathroom, the sound of running water echoed, steam drifting faintly through the partially open door. Freya was bathing, completely oblivious.The maid shook her head but kept her curiosity alive. She swept the floor with careful, deliberate strokes
Chapter 31The door knob turned slowly with a soft creak, making Freya's heart leap into her throat. Her ears perked up instinctively as the door swung open. But to her dismay, it wasn’t Daniel. Instead, one of the maids stepped into the dimly lit room, a tray in hand.Freya gasped quietly and darted into the bathroom, still in her wolf form. Her fur shimmered slightly under the faint light spilling from the hallway. She moved with such urgency that her paws nearly slipped against the tiled floor.The maid paused, her brows furrowed. “Hello?” she called softly, stepping in.From the bathroom, Freya reached up with her paw and twisted the shower knob. Water gushed out almost instantly, echoing through the silence.Hearing the water, the maid nodded slowly, placing the tray on a small table near the door. “Mr. Daniel gave me the key. He asked me to check on you,” she said to no one in particular. “I guess you’re bathing.”Freya remained silent, not daring to make a sound. She pressed he
Mia walked out of Daniel’s office with a dramatic sigh, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. She didn’t say a word at first—just sent Freya a cutting look, her lips curling into a scoff before she disappeared down the hallway.Freya sat still, clutching the edge of her desk, her back straight but her fingers digging into the wood. Her heart beat fast, not because of Mia’s disdain, but because of what she had seen in Daniel’s eyes moments earlier—conflict. Maybe even guilt.She didn’t have time to analyze it. Daniel stepped out a second later, his usual unreadable expression plastered on his face, posture rigid with authority.“Did you arrange the meeting with the event planner?” he asked, his tone clipped.Freya stood slowly. “Yes. She’s busy until this evening, so she can only be here by 8PM. We’ll have to stay late.”Daniel looked at his watch, then nodded curtly. “Fine. But you’re not leaving until everything is sorted.”Her jaw clenched, but she kept her voice even.
It had been several weeks since Freya began working at Daniel's company. The chaos and strangeness of the human world had gradually settled into a rhythm she was beginning to understand. She no longer marveled at electric kettles or double-decker buses, and she could operate a computer faster than most of her colleagues. There was a quiet pride in that—learning to blend in, learning to survive.But even with all the progress she had made, something was wrong.Irene had been quieter lately.She used to speak often—her voice echoing gently inside Freya’s mind like a heartbeat. But now, she came in short bursts, almost like she was gasping for air. Freya could feel her fading, like the connection between them was slowly unraveling."You need to return," Irene whispered that morning as Freya typed up a report. "You're getting too far from the source. I'm getting weaker."Freya bit her lower lip, fingers pausing over the keyboard. "I know," she murmured under her breath. "But I'm not ready
The grand hallway was unlike anything Freya had ever seen.Polished black marble stretched beneath her feet, gleaming under the crystal chandeliers that floated like stars above. Every step echoed in the silence, swallowed by the towering columns that lined the corridor. The air was sharp with the
Three days.That’s how long Freya had spent carefully avoiding Alpha Logan’s piercing gaze, his subtle questions, and the ever-watchful eyes of the guards. Her heart thumped with guilt and fear each time he passed by her chamber, but she held onto her resolve. She couldn’t falter now.The plan was
Chapter 24It had been a month since Rita died, but her presence still lingered in every hallway of the palace. Her laugh, her warmth, the soft hums she used to sing when she rubbed her belly—they haunted me like echoes that never faded. Some days, I swore I could still hear her voice. Other days,
Author's POVLogan stood by the large map of the territory in his war chamber, the tips of his fingers pressed into the wooden table. The torches flickered with the restless wind, casting long, dancing shadows across his face. He had already sent guards to every corner of the palace, doubled patrol


















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