“I, Freya Simon, Member of the Blue Crescent pack, reject you, Xavier Malcolm and Xayden Malcolm, as my mates and alpha Princes. I sever all the bonds and ties with the Royal Red Claw pack,” I doubled over when a wave of pain sliced through my heart. Tears were rolling down my cheeks but only one thing was on my mind, I have to run away from them, as far as I can. The sound of footsteps accelerated my heartbeat but I couldn't live my life like this especially when I have two pups growing up in my womb. I will not let my pups open their eyes and live in this toxic environment. I was pushing my body as hard as I could when a fast car hit me hard and before I could decipher what was happening, Darkness engulfed me. ********** Freya was forced to live her life in a miserable environment because she was a hybrid, an outcast in the werewolf world. Being abused and tortured all her life, She thought of running away from the pack to live her life in peace but on her 18th birthday twin Alpha Princes claimed her as their mate and promised to give her a happy and peaceful life. Freya was happy but all her dreams were shattered when she got to know that she is just an addition in the harem of the Alpha Princes. Being their fated mate changed nothing for her but when she realized that she is pregnant with their pups. She decided to run away from this miserable life for her pups but then she stumbled on Three Lycan Princes, Who are her second-chance mates. Will she be able to give a chance to her second-chance mates or Will she just reject them?
View More“Are you out of your f*cking mind, Freya? I know this is your personal vendetta and you want to punish me indirectly for not taking your side from the start, right?” Luna Laura was seething in anger, and Freya felt like she wanted to kill her with her bare hands, but couldn’t do it. “I don’t understand what you're talking about, Luna Laura?” Freya asked in a plain but respectful manner. “You know quite well what I am talking about, You W*tch! You wrapped my sons around your little finger, so they can’t see your truth, but I can clearly see your black soul from here,” Freya wanted to roll her eyes after hearing her comment, but stopped herself from doing so.“If you have nothing to say, then I have to go to my room. I am sleepy,” She said, and Luna Luara almost punched her on the face, but Kandrix stopped her in time. “What the hell, Mother? She is our mate, and you have no right to disrespect her like this,” Louis said, and Luna Laura looked at him with teary eyes. “Right, right!
The halls of the Lycan palace had grown quiet again—but this time, it wasn’t peace. It was fear.Freya walked through the corridors like a storm, dressed in velvet. Every eye that followed her knew something had shifted. She wasn’t the trembling hybrid the council once doubted. She wasn’t the outcast mother fighting for scraps of love.She was the Queen now.But she wouldn’t rule through mercy alone.The traitor who had burned her sons’ sacred scrolls and fed Ruvan secrets… was still breathing inside these very walls. Hiding beneath loyalty and royal blood.And Freya intended to rip them from their mask.She stood at the edge of the war room, where her mates and a group of high-ranking nobles had gathered to discuss battle positions.Kandrix was the first to notice her entrance.His gaze sharpened as he stepped toward her. “What did the Seer say?”“She said the snake is one of us,” Freya answered, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Someone of royal blood. Someone is still present in th
The moonlight cast silver shadows over the great hall as Freya stepped into the circle drawn in crushed sage and moonstone dust. The air thrummed with magic… old magic, wild and ancient, the kind that made skin crawl and truth tremble.Across from her stood Brenda, the ancient blood witch, draped in violet silks, her white hair tangled with bones and charms. Her eyes were clouded but alive, like a storm long held at bay.She bowed low to Freya. “You called, Queen of Shadow and Flame.”“No need for the formalities, Brenda. Just call me Freya,” She nodded in yes but didn’t answer. Freya inclined her head. “We need to see into the dark. Into the past. Into Ruvan’s mind. If we’re to stop him, we need to understand how far his corruption has reached.”Brenda’s wrinkled lips curled into something between a smile and a warning. “That kind of sight comes with a price.”“I’ll pay it,” Freya said, without hesitation.Behind her, Kandrix, Louis, and Jasper stood to watch, tense and silent. They
The morning after the raven’s message arrived, the palace was no longer silent.The walls echoed with war preparations, Kandrix summoned warriors, Louis ordered the betas to uncover ancient weapons, and everyone could sense the energy of chaos rolling off the Lycan Kings. But while everyone else readied their swords, Freya found herself seeking answers.Why now?Why her children?Why this rogue king, whose name had only ever been whispered in fear — Marco, the Kin of shadows?She sat at the war table with her mates, eyes locked on the scroll.“The blood of the child… or the war begins.”But something didn’t sit right. Her instincts, sharpened by pain and survival, whispered that this wasn’t about her at all. Something wasn’t feeling right about this sudden attack, and also about this message. Like something was begging to be unwrapped, and she was ready to unwrap it. She bit her lower lip and started thinking about everything. This was personal.And not to her.To them.“You’re hidin
The air had shifted.For the first time in what felt like ages, the packhouse was quiet. Not in the way of silence before battle, but in the warm, almost sacred way of healing. Of restoration.Freya stood in the nursery, watching her children sleep. The soft rise and fall of their chests, the way their tiny fists curled in sleep, it was a sight that made her chest ache with love. She reached down and brushed a dark curl from one twin’s forehead.“You’re safe now,” she whispered. “No one will take you from me again.”Behind her, she heard the soft creak of the door. Kandrix’s scent reached her first, earth and forest after rain. Comfort. Strength.“I didn’t want to disturb you,” he said gently, stepping inside.“You’re not,” she replied without turning. “I just… needed to remember who I’m doing all this for.”Kandrix walked to her side, his hand brushing hers, his fingers intertwining with hers in a silent show of support. “They’re incredible. Just like their mother.”She exhaled slowl
Melinda didn’t scream. She didn’t beg. She didn’t even speak as the guards led her into the council hall the following morning.But her silence wasn’t strength, it was fury. A boiling, poisonous hatred simmered just beneath her skin, eyes burning with a rage that refused to fade. The defeat in the council chamber had cut deep. But it was today, as the entire pack gathered for the formal punishment decree, that her illusions finally shattered.Freya stood tall beside the High Elder, dressed not in the silks of royalty but in the warrior leathers of her hybrid bloodline. Her shoulders were square, her chin lifted, her eyes burning not with vengeance, but with the fire of a woman who had bled for everything she now held.Her children present in Kandrix, Louis, and Jasper, hands as they were watched over by warriors and healers alike. Safe. Loved. The sight of them playing peacefully was more powerful than any title or throne. They were the reason Freya had survived. They were her victory
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