LOGINFREYA.
I didn't head for a garden or a lonely place to lavish in agony. Instead I stormed out of the palace, sat at the back seat of my father's favourite Rolls Royce and told the chauffeur: "Take me straight to the Crest Swiss Hotel." He glanced at me from the rear mirror, understanding what my order meant, but he didn't speak. Crest Swiss was where billionaires came to have dirty fun, orgies, swings and it is expected that a royalty like me must never be in such a place. But at this point, I was past the point of caring. Why should I keep my virginity while Lucian gets to fuck around with my own sister! I picked my phone and called a grey number. "Arrange the hottest callboy right now and the perfect room for us. The most expensive." "I'll send you the details shortly, ma,” the voice at the other end of the line replied briefly. Good. If Lucian wants to go low, I don't mind digging six feet in return. I had barely dropped the call when my phone rang. It was Lucian calling. I snorted and ignored him, but he kept calling again and again. Then came a text. "Where are you?" I deleted it. Then came another: "Are you being dramatic again? Your attitude at the podium pissed Lilith off. If you apologize to her now, I'll consider coming for the mating ceremony." Really? I should apologize to my little sister for what exactly? For being present at my own wedding eve? I rolled my eyes in anger and deleted those messages, too. The next moment, the hotel sent the details: "Room 403, Wing A. He is waiting already." Perfect. I laid back on the seat as the memories came rushing back. I’d trusted Lilith with all my life. I’ve protected her more than I did myself. And even though she wasn't an Alpha blood like me, I defended this secret, and shielded her from life's harsh reality. I endured the whispers and jeers, as long it wasn't directed towards Lilith. Yet she stabbed me in the back the moment she got the opportunity. And Lucian… You bastard. I'll pay you back in ways you'll never imagine! “You seem stressed,” the chauffeur said, breaking my train of thoughts. “There's a complimentary shot of tequila just by your armrest, it could help calm your nerves.” I looked at him suspiciously for a second before reaching for the armrest and true to his words, there was a tequila shot there. Is this what my dad takes to calm his nerves? I sighed and gulped it down. Driving deftly with one hand, the chauffeur refilled the glass with another and I threw the entire glass down my throat. I was barely three glasses in when my vision began to blur. I had never tried alcohol before so I don't know if my drink was spiked or I'm just lightheaded. When I got down from the car, all I could see were neon lights and smiling hotel personnel. What's wrong with me? The wine? I staggered towards the entrance and slipped into an elevator. "Room 403, Wing A," I kept muttering. But I had long passed Wing A. I swayed through the hallway and found the room number. I pushed the door open and there he was. My callboy. He was stark naked, fresh from the bathroom. His jaw hung low as he stared at me like I was in the wrong room. But I could make sense of nothing. I rushed at him, tearing my dress with each step. In my tipsy haze, I tripped over the lush carpet but he grabbed me in his strong arms and stared into my eyes. I melted against him and stood on my toes to kiss him. He didn't reject me like Lucian always does. He didn't push me away like I was a bad wish. He pulled me in, kissed me back and wrapped a firm arm around my waist. I pressed myself against him, his hard dick anchored somewhere below my belly button. He smelled like heavens and his touches drove me crazy. I was on my knees the next moment, and took him in my mouth. A soft moan escaped his throat. It was more from surprise than pleasure. My approach was novice, but my intent was overwhelming. This was the only way I could break that jinx— Lucian couldn't hurt me! The callboy caressed my hair as he guided me. My vision still swam against each other. My brain remained fogged. But I knew I wanted this. When he threw me on the bed and spread my legs, I flung my head back and shut my eyes. I felt his warm breath on my pussy and when his tongue met my labia lips, I screamed. He was gentle but steady. Pleasure coursed through me in electric waves as he suckled and tongue-fucked me. As I wriggled on the bed, I remembered how Lilith screamed as she was fucked by my mate. I recalled how my own sister took from me what was mine. What wrong have I done to deserve such treatment from my sister and my mate? I was knocked back to the present when I felt his dick pressed against my entrance. I grabbed the sheets and shut my eyes tighter. Gently, he eased his way into me. Then he met a breach. He glanced at me, his eyes questioning. I could make out his extremely handsome face, his dark hair covered in sheen. I nodded. I was a virgin. This was the gift I had safeguarded so painstakingly for Lucian, yet he threw me under the bus without thinking twice. "I give it to you, callboy. Fuck me,” I whispered dreamily. I saw confusion flash across his eyes as he slowly shook his head and tried to pull away but I stubbornly clasped my legs around his waist, boxing him in. I could feel his wet tip twitching against my entrance and all I could think of was getting railed by this gorgeous stranger. “No, I don't —” his voice was gruff with passion but I reached forward and placed my finger on his lips, shutting him up. “Please, I want this… no, I need it. I need you inside me,” my voice trembled with uncertainty. What if he left me hanging? Just like Lucian did… But my train of thoughts was suddenly interrupted when the call boy suddenly pinned my hands above my head and leaned in to take my lips in a hungry, voracious kiss. I felt a hot, flaming heat pool in my stomach but before I could bask in the euphoria of his lips against mine, he pushed his full length into me. I screamed into his mouth and he sent his tongue in it, lapping up my saliva. I felt a tickle of warm blood run down my thigh. I felt my wolf rouse, but went back in. As though she was... unsure. Slowly, the stranger found his pace. He didn't speak gently but he wasn't arrogant. His moves became stronger, his slender fingers caressing my breast, driving the pleasure home. I laid there, twirling my waist to meet his rhythm. The feeling was incredible, the moment was insane. My phone kept ringing furiously somewhere in the room, but I didn't care. The callboy flipped me over and fucked me till I collapsed on my tummy. I took him in my mouth again and sucked the living daylights out of him. He lifted me and I gasped at his... unreal strength. He slid into me from beneath and my scream rent the air. For another hour, he held me and drilled me. I bounced against his firm cock, each bounce driving deeper into my womb. I threw my hair back and he kept going. It was as though he had waited for this his whole life. When we both let out the final scream and growl, it was nearly sunrise. I closed my eyes instantly, my whole body trembling from the incredible sex. My thought was broken when he suddenly spoke: "Do you know whom you just had sex with, Freya?" My heart jumped at my name. How did the call boy know my name? I was supposed to be anonymous. I sprang up to my feet, grabbing a handful of the bedsheets to cover my exposed breasts. The moment my eyes landed on the “call boy” my heart instantly stopped functioning for a minute. "Damien?!" I gasped in shock.FREYA"Clear!" Sarah shouted.The defibrillator pads hit Damien's chest with a dull, heavy thump. His body lurched off the surgical table, his limbs twitching as the electrical current surged through his muscles. The heart monitor did not change. The flat, high-pitched whine continued to fill the small room, drilling into my ears until my head throbbed with the sound."Nothing," the assistant whispered, his face pale under his surgical mask. "Still in standstill.""Increase the charge to three hundred," Sarah ordered, her voice tight but steady. "Now."Dante let out a low, ragged sound, his hands clawing at the metal rail of the bed. I did not look at him. I could not take my eyes off Damien's face. His lips were turning blue, the ashen color of his skin spreading down to his neck. I gripped his cold hand with both of mine, squeezing with every ounce of strength I had left, trying to send my own life force through his veins.*Breathe,* I commanded him in my mind. *You do not get to le
FREYAThe silence in Damien's chest was louder than the gunfire, louder than the wind tearing across the broken stones of the fortress."Move," Kendrick roared, dropping his broadsword onto the flagstones with a harsh clang. He fell to his knees in the blood and rain, his large hands shoving Dante aside to press hard against the blackened hole below Damien's collarbone. The Hamilton Alpha did not look at the smoke rising from the courtyard. He did not look at the dead hunters scattered across the walkway. His focus narrowed to the pale face of his second son."He has no pulse," Dante choked out, his silver eyes wide with terror as his hands hovered over Damien's still chest. "Father, his heart has stopped.""I said move," Kendrick growled, his voice carrying the full weight of an Alpha command that made the stone under our knees vibrate. He slammed the heel of his palm down onto Damien's sternum, driving his weight into the compression. Once. Twice. Three times. "Dante, secure his ai
FREYAThe roar that tore from Dante’s throat was not human. It was not even the sound of an ordinary wolf. It was the sound of a beast that had crossed a burning mountain to slaughter the men who had dared to touch what belonged to him.Adrian had less than a second to react.The prince dropped the dagger and tried to twist sideways, his own Lycan form surging beneath his skin, but Dante hit him with the force of an oncoming train. The impact sent both males crashing across the walkway, smashing through the wooden railing and rolling into the debris of the ruined outer wall.Stone shattered. Iron bent.Adrian threw his hands up, his claws digging deep into Dante’s silver-furred shoulder, tearing fur and muscle in a spray of dark blood. Dante did not even flinch. He clamped his jaws down onto Adrian’s left arm, shaking his massive head with enough violent power to snap the bone inside the sleeve. Adrian howled, a sound of pure agony that tore through the noise of the battle raging belo
FREYAThe wind tore at my hair as I stood on the stone rampart, the drop to the mountain gorge yawning black and empty three feet behind my heels.Adrian did not lower the crossbow. The steel point of the bolt remained leveled directly between my eyes, steady in his gloved hands. The easy charm he had worn in the solar was gone, stripped away to reveal the cold, calculating cruelty underneath."You really thought two incompetent guards would be enough to give you a clean run," Adrian said, his voice flat and dangerous over the whistle of the wind. "You thought you could slip out into the dark and wander back to your mongrel lovers."My wolf paced beneath my skin, restless and hungry now that the silver cuffs were gone, but I knew better than to charge him across open stone. A Lycan prince with a loaded silver bolt at point blank range was a death sentence."They were your guards, Adrian," I said, keeping my chin raised. "If your men are that easy to turn against each other for a few c
FREYAThree days inside the stone tower taught me how to measure time by the cold. The fire in the hearth was rarely lit now. Adrian had ordered the servants to bring only the bare minimum of firewood, a calculated petty torment designed to keep me shivering under the thin blankets. The draft from the high iron windows was constant, carrying the damp smell of mountain moss and distant rain. My side had begun to scab over, though the skin around the wound remained red and tender from the trace amounts of silver the blade had left behind.I did not spend those days weeping. I spent them watching the door.Two guards held the shift outside my room. The first was an older Lycan named Garrett, a bitter man with graying hair who spent most of his time leaning against the stone wall and complaining about his knees. The second was Curtis, a young, nervous soldier who had only recently been assigned to the prince's personal guard. Curtis was desperate to prove his worth, his posture always s
LUCIANThe crystal glass shattered against the stone hearth, showering the polished marble floor with aged wine and sharp shards.None of the three royal guards standing near the door dared to move. They kept their heads bowed, their eyes fixed on the rugs, their breathing suppressed beneath the heavy weight of Lycan authority rolling off me in waves."Say it again," I ordered, turning slowly to face Lord Kaelen, my father's senior military chancellor. "Tell me again what my brother did."Kaelen swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing above his high collar. "Prince Adrian deployed private contractors to the Hamilton border eighteen hours ago. They executed five wolves, laid a chemical ambush in the ravine and captured the Ashford girl. She was transported to the Blackridge keep two hours past midnight."My hands closed into tight fists, the claws extending involuntarily, slicing through the leather palms of my gloves. Adrian. My younger brother, the arrogant second son who had spent his
“Surprise!” Damien smiled, flashing his perfect set of white teeth and throwing his hands in midair as if this was supposed to be funny. Damien was the son of the ruthless Alpha Kendrick, my father's sworn enemy and from my teen years, I've been warned to steer clear of the Hamilton brothers.“How
FREYA.“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Everyone around us chanted as I stood directly opposite Lucian. My heart did a frantic dance and I felt heat flooding my face. I blinked and leaned forward to kiss my fiancé — it was my first time ever— but he suddenly backed away and laughed awkwardly.“Oh come on, Freya
FREYAThe first thing I became aware of was the softness beneath me and it felt nothing like the cold hard floor where I'd collapsed in my own blood. For a moment, just a fleeting beautiful moment, I thought maybe it had all been a terrible nightmare and I'd wake up in the palace infirmary with my
FREYABy evening, preparation had already begun for the mating ceremony. I walked into the bedroom — which was supposed to be mine and Lucian's. But the sickening thoughts of what happened here came rushing back to me. Lilith’s scent was everywhere.I began to pack a few of my things into a box. I







