MasukFreya was drunk, heartbroken, and falling apart after discovering she was adopted and that the only family she had ever known was using her. He was warm and solid and she let herself disappear into one night with him. By dawn she was gone with a new name, new life, and no looking back. Then seven years later, she walks into an Alpha's estate pretending to be someone else, desperate for prize money to pay off the debt she took on searching for the baby stolen from her. Across the ballroom floor stood the stranger from that night, who they now called Alpha. He just does not know she is that woman who disappeared before morning seven years ago. And Freya also has no memory of his face at all. Freya is thinking one thing: why does the Alpha’s daughter bear a similar birthmark to her stolen child? But she holds her thought when a mate contract is slammed in front of her.
Lihat lebih banyakFreyaAlpha Adrian walked Lily and me out of the ballroom, and Lily held both our hands at the same time like she had decided this was exactly how things were supposed to be.I let her hold mine because I did not have the heart to pull away. But my mind was somewhere else entirely , circling, looping, coming back again and again to that small crescent-shaped mark at the back of her neck.It was the same. I was sure of it. The same shape, the same soft color, in the same exact place.My daughter had been born with a mark just like it.The possibility sat in my chest like something I was afraid to breathe on too hard, in case it fell apart. She could be mine. She was the right age. She had brown curls. She was clever and warm and she had walked straight up to me in a garden and let me in like I belonged there.But she was also the Alpha’s daughter.And that meant either this was a coincidence , or something far worse was true.I could not think about that right now. I needed to stay in
FreyaThe night of the Starlight Ball had arrived, and my heart had not stopped hammering since the sun went down.I stood at the front of a long line of Trial women outside the great double doors of the ballroom, listening to music seep through the walls. Behind me somewhere, I could hear Celeste laughing with whoever was unfortunate enough to be standing next to her. She had clearly dressed herself for maximum impact and was planning her grand entrance with the kind of focus most people reserved for very important things.I had my mask on.It was a masquerade ball , all of us wore them. Mine was made of small black beads that caught the candlelight, designed to match the gown I was wearing. Lily had lent me the key without another word, and I had dressed carefully, grateful down to my bones for that little girl and her quiet acts of courage.The gown fit me like it had always been mine. I did not let myself think about what that meant.When the doors opened, I took one slow breath a
FreyaAlpha Adrian had sent me back to my room in the same way you might dismiss someone who had caused enough trouble for one afternoon. Firm. Final. No room for questions.Now I sat on the edge of the big four-poster bed and stared at the wall, but I was not thinking about him or about Celeste or even about what had just happened in the garden.I was thinking about Lily.She was clever , I had to give her that. She had told me her mother was one of the maids here, and I had believed her without a second thought. She had those kinds of eyes, bright and playful, full of quiet little plans. I could not even be annoyed at being tricked.But the thing that would not leave me alone was her age.Six, maybe seven years old. Which was the same age my daughter would be now , if she was still alive.If she had not been stolen.My baby had come early. She was so small when they placed her in the NICU, all soft and warm and perfect, and I had loved her from the very first breath she took. Then o
FreyaMy whole body went still as Alpha Adrian Wolfe looked at me from across the empty room. I had heard women at the diner describe him in low, dreamy voices for weeks. Now I understood why.He was tall , the kind of tall that made a room feel smaller. His dark hair was slightly messy in a way that still looked sharp, and his gray eyes were steady and cold, like stone under winter water. He had the quiet confidence of someone who never needed to raise his voice to be heard.Those eyes narrowed at me slowly.“You seem to have given a false name at the door,” he said. His voice was even. Not angry , yet. “Who are you, exactly?”I swallowed. I needed this to hold together just a little longer. Nadia needed time to get away. I tilted my chin slightly. “There must be some mistake. I’m Nadia Cole. I handed my invitation to the guard when I came in.”He reached into the pocket of his jacket without looking away and pulled out his phone. He turned the screen toward me. On it was a photo of






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