Sold by my ex-husband, I became the Rogue’s breeder

Freya “I am sorry to say this but you can’t bear a child again because your womb has been greatly damaged” My lips parted in shock as his words echoed through my mind. Time slowed down and it felt like the whole room was spinning with the doctor's words fading in the background. No, it had to be that my hearing was impaired or maybe this was a nightmare. The pack’s doctor snapped me out of my thoughts. “Luna Freya, are you even listening?” Staring deep into her eyes, the reality of what was happening weighed in on me, causing dread to settle at the pit of my stomach as tears rushed into my eyes and my hands flew over my mouth. “No!” A scream tore from my lips. Today was the day that I was supposed to be discharged from the hospital and I came to ask her to know when I could start trying for a child again because, for the fourth time, my baby died in my womb— A stillborn. I wiped off my tears with the back of my hands, shaking my head slowly. “Five years of tryin

Thorne’s P.O.V My heart skipped a bit as soon as my eyes met hers. Towering over the petite woman who stood before me, her brown eyes glinting with fear as her shoulders sagged and she shuddered, retracting her step with every step that I took towards her. The maids trotted out of the room with their heads lowered, leaving me with a dark brown-haired woman who looked more like she could crumble to the ground any moment from now. Staring intently at her while studying her with eyes devoid of emotion, I was beginning to doubt if she was a powerful Lycan like I was told. The more I stared at her, the more I noticed that she wasn’t special in any way. Lycans were known to have this powerful aura around them and that was the major reason I hated their guts! But as for her, she looked timid, and scared and I was about to send her back to the dungeon when my gaze landed on the inked inscription around her wrist that read ‘Tierra’ meaning earth in Spanish. Only the powerfu

Freya For a second, it felt like space closed in on me and the only sound that I could hear was the sound of my blood drumming in my ears and the doctor’s words that kept echoing through my mind. ‘Congratulations Miss Freya, you are pregnant with quadruplets’ My eyes fluttered continuously, glancing at the doctor who stared at me with a straight expression on his face. And then, out of nowhere, I began laughing. First of all, it started with a low chuckle that ended up escalating into full-blown, uncontrollable laughter. The doctor’s face furrowed in confusion as he exchanged fleeting glances with the maid who stood at the door with confusion boldly written on her face. This was absurd! I mean was this a prank or what the hell was going on? As I shook my head, amidst the laughter that escaped my mouth, I tossed the pregnancy report back to the doctor. “Sir, I think that you are mistaken, there is in no way that I am pregnant” “We conducted a series of tests bef

Freya’s P.O.V Thorne and I stood frozen as time lagged between us and the only voice that kept ringing through my head was how I was done for! Not only was I carrying the children of my father’s enemy but I was also mated to him. Could my life get any worse? Tears slowly found their way to the back of my eyes, pressing at the back of my eyelids so much that it blurred my vision. How in the world was Thorne my mate? Thorne of all people! What kind of dangerous trick was the moon goddess playing with me? Why would she mate me with the man who wouldn't hesitate to kill me as soon as he found out that I was the Lycan princess? Despite the tears that blurred my vision, I could feel his cold gaze burning my face so much that my heart tightened in pain. Irrespective of the crushing realization that hit me like a tidal wave, I couldn't deny the fact that there was this burning sensation that lingered in my heart. My heart yearned for him. It called out to him. It was racing har

Freya’s P.O.V Curled in a fetal position on the bed while my mind replayed all the events with Thorne and Celeste that happened this week, my heart almost leaped into my throat when a knock sounded on the door. My eyes flew open instantly as I sat upright, confusion swirling through my mind because the maid that was assigned to me signed off for her duties for today so who could be at the door? Celeste? Or Thorne! My heart slammed against my ribcage as fear slowly gripped my soul while I jumped off the bed, steeling myself for whatever was coming next. With every tiny step that I took towards the door, my heart kept pounding against my chest. “Who…who…is that” My words came out as stutters while I gripped my gown anxiously. “Can you please open the door? I would like to have a word with you” That voice. It didn't sound like that of Thorne’s. Swallowing the heavy lump that formed in my throat, my eyes closed briefly as I took in a deep breath and pulled the door ope