From Rejected Luna to Alpha Queen

Freya's pov“I'm really sorry. I know you were hoping for a different result but the test shows you are not pregnant," the doctor said softly, like she was scared it would break me. Maybe it did. It wasn't exactly the news I was expecting. I couldn't feel myself for a moment. I just felt numb, waiting for her to tell me she was wrong and they were not my result. “Are you sure?" I asked, my chest tightening. I couldn't even look at her face because if I did, I might cry. I was so close. How could I be empty again? What was wrong with me? Is it wrong to want something that was mine? To be called a mother? She nodded. "Yes. Luna Freya. I am sure.”My hands trembled under the table. Luna? It almost felt like a mockery. I was nothing but a disappointment. A disgrace. I still couldn't believe what I was hearing as I whispered. “But I have been feeling sick. I even fainted two days ago…I thought… I thought maybe…”I was finally carrying his pup. My mate's pup. Alpha Thorne. I would

Freya's pov Hours, days and weeks passed and Thorne hadn't come to check on me, except for the maids who had brought in food. He locked me in my room, scared that I would leave him.I prayed for a miracle and one day, the miracle came in form of his beta. He took one look at me and hissed. “Luna"“Don't call me that," I replied weaklyHe stared at me for a moment, eyes roaming my body. "The Alpha is away tonight. He went for a council meeting"I stared at the opened door. "Why should I care?”"Leave. You should leave.”I blinked. My heart started to beat faster. “Really?"He nodded.“What if… "“Just go," he said. “And don't ever come back"I stood up on my feet and moved to my suitcase. I blinked the tears away. I was finally leaving.“Why are you helping me?"He looked away. “This place isn't safe for you anymore. I kept the doors opened for you…you have one hour. After that, I can't protect you anymore"My throat tightened. "If he finds out …"“He won't," he cut in immediately. “

Freya's pov “Hold still, Freya. You are going to ruin the braid," Sera said. “I am holding still" Her fingers paused in my hair and she met my eyes in the mirror. “You are holding still? You look like you are having a full conversation inside your head," she sighed. "Whatever you are arguing with yourself about, stop. You look beautiful. Focus on that.”I looked at the woman in the mirror and she was unrecognizable. She had colour in her cheeks and her hair had been braided back in the style of the royal pack's ceremonial tradition, with small flowers that Sera had spent forty minutes weaving into my hair.And that person was surprisingly me. I was putting on an expensive but simple ivory dress, falling to the floor and leaving my collarbone bare, revealing a faint crescent birthmark “Sera"“Mm"“Do you think…” I stopped and tried again. "Do you think he is ready for this?”Her hands slowed slightly. "My brother has been ready for very little in his life and has done it anyway.”

Freya The caravan left me at a crossroads just after dawn on the second day. The driver didn’t look at me when I climbed down. He only pointed with two fingers toward the east road.“Follow that until you see the old birch split by lightning,” he said. “After that, ask again.”I nodded. “Thank you.”He grunted like gratitude was unnecessary and flicked the reins. The wagons rolled away in a cloud of dust, leaving me standing alone with the wind tugging at my coat.For a moment, I wondered if I had just made the worst mistake of my life. It looked like it, but I quickly shook it off, then I started walking.By midday my legs ached, and the soles of my shoes felt too thin for the gravel roads. I stopped at a roadside stall where a woman sold dried apples and watered wine. She squinted at me when I asked about neutral territory roads.“You’re headed to Thornfield?” she asked, lowering her voice instinctively.“Yes.”She studied my face like she was trying to place me and I held her ga

Freya I didn't know what to think after Mira's revelation. Even after I'd thanked her and gone back to my room, it still didn't feel real. All these years, I'd been mocked and branded as useless, meanwhile that was far from the truth. The idea of power was exciting, I wouldn't lie, but deep down, there was a certain fear that came with it too. Mira had told me to keep quiet about it, which meant Thornfield could easily become hell for me if things were to go south. In order to give myself something else to focus on, I decided to fully blend in to what was going to be my new home. I had expected Thornfield to feel like a graveyard. Not of bodies, but of spirits.I had expected hollow-eyed people. The kind who shuffled more than walked, the kind who carried exile like a permanent stoop in their shoulders,but what I found was something far more unsettling.Competence.On my fourth morning, I woke to the steady thud of an axe splitting wood. The rhythm was clean, and without even rea