Todos os capítulos de Freya's Revenge Mates: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

Freya’s POV I am Freya, and I stole my sister’s husband before gruesomely killing her. Wait! Before you judge me, please hear my story. The day I murdered my older sister started like any other day. I had quickly rushed to the hospital because I was feeling very sick that morning. I had never really believed in miracles before, but as I now sat staring at the doctor's results in my trembling hands, I realized that maybe miracles did exist. Because I was finally Pregnant. After two years of disappointment, shame, pain, failed tests, and tears— I was finally pregnant for my husband Sebastian, the love of my life. A laugh bubbled up from my throat in disbelief and I pressed a hand to my stomach, as if I could already feel the tiny life growing inside me. This was it. This was what I had been desperately waiting for, for the past two years. I needed to tell Sebastian immediately. I took my phone and quickly dialed his number. It rang once. Twice. Three times. Then it went to Vo

Freya’s POV“No… no, no, no!”Sebastian knelt beside Amelia, his hands pressing against her neck, searching for a pulse. My heart slammed against my ribs as I watched him, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps.She wasn’t dead. She couldn’t be dead. I couldn't have killed my sister.I hadn’t even pushed her that hard, it was just a little shove.Sebastian’s shoulders were rigid, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might snap. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he turned to me.His eyes were filled with pure, unfiltered rage.“You stupid fucking bitch. You killed her!” He yelled."No." I shook my head."She’s dead,” he said, his voice like ice. "What the fuck do you mean no?"My stomach dropped.“Please No.” I shook my head violently. “No, she’s not! She—she just hit her head! Please Call an ambulance! Maybe she—”“She’s dead, Freya!” Sebastian roared, rising to his feet. “You killed her! You killed your own blood sister.”I flinched.Killed.The word sliced through me, lea

Freya’s pov I thrashed in his grip, but it was like trying to fight a mountain. The golden-eyed man barely reacted, his fingers tightening slightly around my wrist, a silent reminder that my strength was nothing compared to his. He was tall—too tall—and his presence was suffocating. The moment his strong hand touched my skin, a shiver of horror ran down my spine “Let go of me!” I hissed, twisting in his grasp as my feet scraped against the cold stone floor of the dimly lit auction house But he only chuckled, a deep, rich sound that made something inside me coil tight in warning. “You’re feisty. I like that.” I glared at him, my breathing ragged. “Who the hell do you think you are?” The golden eyes glowed faintly as he smirked down at me. “Killian Solaris. And you, little omega, are coming with me.” Omega. That annoying word burned like acid in my veins. I refused to be weak again. I wasn’t going to be their fragile Omega or whatever thing they wanted to coddle or control. I was