로그인Freya's POVMy abilities were tested, from my courage down to my integrity.As the Beta’s daughter with no wolf, i had always been forced to prove myself in other ways.Now… I had no name, no pack, no identity.Only survival.“Get this done and stop the sluggish movement.”The owner of the bakery, Mr. Hale, didn’t bother to look at me as he barked the order. His voice cut through the early morning noise of clanging trays and boiling pots.“I’m not feeding you for free.”I nodded quickly, lowering my gaze as I kneaded the dough harder than necessary.It had been three weeks.Three weeks since I woke up in this place.Three weeks since I became Liora.And three weeks since I stopped speaking.Not because I couldn’t.But because I didn’t trust my voice anymore.Words felt dangerous. Fragile. Useless.So I kept quiet.The bakery was small but busy, tucked into a quiet part of the human town. The scent of fresh bread filled the air from sunrise to sunset, wrapping around me like someth
Lucian’s POVPain was the first thing I felt when I woke.Not sharp — just deep. Like something had hollowed me out from the inside.The fire in my veins hadn’t faded. The venom still clawed at my system, making every heartbeat a reminder that I’d been touched by something unnatural. My wolf… was silent. I could sense him, but he wouldn’t speak, wouldn’t move. It was like we were separated by glass — I could see the outline of him, but the connection that had always been instinctive and constant was fractured.I sat up slowly, jaw tight, trying to remember. The fight. The ambush. The rogues.And her.Flashes came and went like lightning, a scream, warm skin.The sound of something tearing.And her eyes — gods, her eyes. Wide and bright and terrified.I gritted my teeth, dragging a hand over my face. I didn’t know what was memory and what was venom-induced madness. But the blood on my hands said enough.When I reached for my neck out of habit, my chest tightened.The chain was gone.A
Freya's pov When I opened my eyes, the trees were silent. My body ached everywhere, but it wasn’t just pain — it was the knowledge of what had happened. My skin crawled. My soul felt like it had cracked open.He was gone. Only claw marks in the dirt and blood on the leaves remained.I curled into myself, trembling. I thought I wouldn’t cry anymore after what happened with my parents — thought nothing worse could ever happen again — but the tears slid down anyway, hot and desperate.My scream tore through the forest, raw and hollow. Then there was only silence again.For a long time, I just sat there, staring at nothing. The moon had faded, the sky dulling into gray. I didn’t even know what part of the forest I was in anymore. My bag lay a few feet away, dirt-streaked, torn open.When I moved to pick it up, something glinted near the roots of a tree — a thin, dark chain tangled in the leaves. My chest tightened as I recognized it. His.I didn’t remember grabbing it. Maybe I’d pulled i
Freya's pov I packed as many clothes as I could into a small bag, nothing more. No memories, no gifts, nothing that tied me to this place.They didn’t deserve that.I only needed what could keep me warm and hidden and alive.The sound of the car fading outside told me they were gone — my parents, off to chase Micah’s apology that never existed. I took one last look around the room, making sure I hadn’t left anything that mattered. Not that anything ever did.I slung the bag over my shoulder and quietly opened the back door. The night air hit me sharp and cold, but I didn’t stop to feel it. My feet moved fast, down the worn path that led past the training field and into the woods.No note. No goodbye. They wouldn’t care anyway.The forest was darker than I remembered, every shadow moving like it wanted me gone too. I wasn’t supposed to be out here alone — not without a wolf. But I wasn’t supposed to be rejected either, and that had already happened.Branches snapped under my boots as
Freya’s POV“Mom…” I called softly, my voice barely escaping through the lump in my throat.The door to their room was half open, and I froze when I heard the argument tearing through the silence.“How the hell did that happen?” my father’s voice roared, shaking the walls. Something crashed against the table, making me flinch.“We both know what happened!” my mother yelled back, her tone trembling between fury and heartbreak. “She’s wolfless, and that’s why he rejected her!”My breath caught. The words felt like another rejection — louder, crueler — echoing straight through my chest.I took a hesitant step closer, the wooden floor creaking beneath my feet. Through the narrow gap in the door, I could see my mother pacing, fingers tangled in her hair, tears glistening down her cheeks.“Well, you gave birth to her,” my father snapped, slamming his fist onto the table again. “She’s your daughter. If anyone’s to blame for this shame, it’s you—for giving birth to a wolfless girl!”His words
Freya's pov Today was the day.The day the pack’s future Alpha—and my mate—would finally return after three long years of training at the Alpha Institute.“Freya…”My mother’s voice floated in as the door creaked open. She leaned against the frame, eyes sweeping over me with a look that said she wasn’t impressed.“Don’t tell me that’s how you plan to meet Micah?”I glanced down at my simple outfit. “Why not? He’s my mate. He’s seen me in worse… and better.”She arched a brow. “He’s been gone for three years, Freya. Maybe… welcome him with something he actually remembers loving.”That earned a reluctant smile from me. She always knew how to get under my skin.I turned back to my closet, fingers brushing over the few dresses I had until I pulled out the one that always made Micah’s eyes linger a little longer. I slipped it on and stared at my reflection in the mirror, a shy smile curling on my lips.“Now that’s more like it,” my mother teased, stepping forward to kiss my forehead. “You







