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last update publish date: 2026-09-12 01:25:07

Freya Ashwolf

My right shoulder blade feels like it is on fire, the shattered bone sending jagged white-hot spikes through my spine every time I breathe. I stare at the stone floor of the Moonfang Healing Sanctuary, my dark skin pale under the dim torchlight, swallowing down the bitter taste of my own blood.

Before Sebastian Blackmoor had walked into my private recovery chamber, he had cornered the Blood Physician in the corridor. A cracked bone structure. A compromised right shoulder. Those wo
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  • Desiring My Plus-Sized Omega Rival   81

    Freya AshwolfRowan set his empty wooden bowl onto the rough oak table, his face flushing dark with rare, quiet pride. "Thank you, Freya. Let us finish our meal."My younger brother had held this ambition inside his chest for months, too buried in shame to speak it out loud. Now that he knew his elder sister supported his path, a bright, dangerous fire burned in his wolf eyes. He eagerly devoured a second serving of the roasted venison.When we finished eating, I reached out to clear the grease-stained wooden trenchers from the tabletop, but Rowan instantly caught my left wrist, stopping me in my tracks."Freya, do not strain your shattered shoulder with heavy labor," Rowan commanded, his youthful voice dropping into a stern tone. "Leave the heavy lifting to me. Go back to your chamber and let your bones rest under the shadow-herbs."I managed a soft, weak smile. "Thank you, Rowan."Returning to my small sleeping quarters, the thin smile on my face dissolved into absolute nothingness.

  • Desiring My Plus-Sized Omega Rival   80

    Freya AshwolfAs Selah Frostfang watched Lady Serilda’s royal carriage disappear into the mist surrounding Nightfall Haven, her dark lips twitched into a cruel, triumphant sneer.The icy female had spent weeks plotting ways to drive the wretched omega out of the High Lord’s sight, but the moon goddess had delivered the victory directly into her hands. Before Selah could even spread her poison, Freya Ashwolf had surrendered her position and walked away from House Nightbane.Selah knew all about the rogue ambush near the Blood Moon Gardens. She had originally planned to stage her own rescue of little Caelan to earn Lucien’s favor, but the black-skinned omega had thrown herself in front of the rogue claws instead. Now, Freya was battered, broken, and stripped of her ability to play the ceremonial violin. She had fled back to her dilapidated den in the lower Ashwolf territory without touching a single coin of the royal family’s platinum.To Selah, this was the ultimate gift. The path to b

  • Desiring My Plus-Sized Omega Rival   79

    Freya AshwolfLucien Nightbane looms over my bedside, his towering frame cutting through the cold torchlight inside the Moonfang Healing Sanctuary. He pulls off his clear-lens glasses with a slow, deliberate motion, folding the frames closed one temple at a time before setting them on the heavy oak table. Without that harmless mask, the untamed alpha dominance beneath his golden eyes blazes raw and dangerous."What is the matter, Freya?" Lucien's deep voice rumbles through the silent chamber, heavy as thunder rolling over the mountains.I shrink back into the wolf fur blankets, my dark brown skin flushing hot under his intense glare. My right shoulder throbs with a vicious, dull ache, every broken bone reminding me of the iron club I took for his pup."I am merely feeling a slight discomfort in my shoulder, High Lord," I reply softly, forcing my voice to remain calm and flat. "It is nothing worth your concern. But I wish to be released from the Moonfang Healing Sanctuary tomorrow morn

  • Desiring My Plus-Sized Omega Rival   78

    Freya AshwolfSitting propped against the rough stone headboard, I listen as Gideon Frostclaw outlines the fate of the rogue blood hunters, my stomach twisting into tight knots. Lionel is a traitor and a savage. He dragged helpless pups into his violent schemes, got caught in the dark timberlands, and now begs the High Lord for mercy as if his hands are clean.Although I do not regret taking that iron club across my shoulder to shield little Caelan, the dark reality of my injury hangs over my soul like a death shroud.My right shoulder blade is cracked. The Blood Physicians made it clear: if the bone does not knit perfectly under the moon, my right arm will lose its power. I am an omega whose entire worth in the Ashwolf Moon Dominion was built on playing the ceremonial silver violin. Without my arm, I cannot perform under the full moon. My future, once bright and clear, has dissolved into cold, suffocating shadows.If my wolf heals me, I might hold the instrument again. But what if th

  • Desiring My Plus-Sized Omega Rival   77

    Freya Ashwolf"Are you hiding in this dark washroom by yourself, trying to tend to your own broken body?" Lucien’s deep voice echoes off the damp stone walls.His sudden intrusion sends a violent jolt through my entire frame. Panic spikes my blood, making my omega wolf thrash beneath my skin. I frantically haul my torn gown over my chest, spinning around to face him while clutching the wooden medicine swab like a dagger. "Get out, High Lord! Leave this chamber now!"Lucien folds his clear-lens glasses closed, one temple at a time, sliding them into his dark leather coat. The illusion of the harmless, calm leader vanishes instantly. His sharp, golden alpha eyes flare with a cold, terrifying intensity as he stares at the bloody gauze pooling at my feet."If I walk out that door, how do you expect to smear this cooling salve across your back?" Lucien growls, stepping closer until his massive shadow completely engulfs me. "Do you plan to struggle here alone until the moon falls from the s

  • Desiring My Plus-Sized Omega Rival   76

    Freya Ashwolf"Father!" Caelan chirps, rushing forward with a broad smile to wrap his small arms tightly around Lucien's muscular thigh.I stare at the High Alpha in absolute disbelief as he looms in the stone doorway of my sanctuary chamber. My heart hammers against my ribs, and my omega wolf stirs beneath my skin, hyper-aware of his dominating presence. "High Lord Lucien... I am resting fine. You did not need to make a special journey from the Nightbane Crimson Citadel just to check on my wounds."Lucien does not answer immediately. His sharp, golden eyes sweep over my pale face, ignoring my feeble protest entirely. He steps inside, setting a heavy leather satchel filled with rare, imported blood-plums and enchanted meats onto the wooden table. "What do you intend to eat?"His dismissive tone catches me off guard, leaving me floating in a strange mix of helplessness and irritation. "I have no appetite, High Lord.""That is unacceptable," Caelan says, puffing out his small chest as h

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