Who She Belongs To

Freya’s POVOak Creek Pack was no longer the same. Growing up, this central pack had been the highlight of the territory. People from all over the world came just to get a glimpse of this spot, but that was until my father passed away. There was barely anyone for tourism now. I knew the two packs had been merged into one, but Killian would always prioritize his pack first. We had only been married for three months; I didn’t expect things to pick up so soon. “Rogues have been invading this part of the pack for a while now,” the old man revealed. Killian narrowed his eyes toward me with a flicker of hesitation. “Rogues? How's that possible ” I asked.The old man shook his head. “Yes, you are correct, young miss, but the rogue attacks here have been frequent. And when they attack, they kidnap women—and sometimes children.” My fingers tugged at my shirt. I married Killian so my people wouldn’t have to worry about things like this. A pack without an alpha was bound to fall.

Effortless Claim

Freya’s POVThis effortless claim he always displayed whenever he got the chance was suffocating. It wasn’t supposed to make me feel excited, but with the way he stood up for me in front of his mother—I loved it. Moon Goddess, is this life giving me a chance to experience everything I longed for? I prayed silently in my heart. But I wasn’t a fool to get carried away by mere words. We got inside the room; that was when I realized Killian was going to stay here. Last night, I had fallen asleep in his arms and felt how my throat was beginning to close tightly. I was grateful for falling asleep. Thinking about last night, Killian hadn’t been well. Killian was on the bed, taking off his shoes. He groaned, rolling his socks off. Another wave of relief rolled off me the moment the first pair was off. Maybe it was instinct, or the healer inside me. I leaned in, placing a hand on Killian’s head. His thick brows furrowed, his lips parted slightly. “What is it?” he asked in a

Clean you up

Freya’s POVPersonal space—I didn’t think this man understood any of it. “No one. And it’s none of your business either.” Killian’s lips curled down with displeasure. His hand lifted to his robe; his body eased away from it, muscles flexing as he pushed the fabric off his shoulders. Killian stood there, ruffled hair looking like wild grasses tangled together. His chest rose sharply when he took a breath. I gripped the edge of the tub, keeping my body steady as I swallowed hard. My gaze drifted downward, a faint pang of disappointment flickering when I saw the black shorts clinging low on his waist. I looked away, cursing myself for wanting to see things I shouldn’t even be thinking about. The tub was naturally almost the size of a small pool. Killian climbed inside, pushing the water forward until it pressed against my chest. “What’s the matter, Freya? Disappointed?” We both knew what he was talking about. I kept my gaze away from him, even as the heat radiating f

Beg Me, Freya

Freya’s POVThis was all just a distraction. But maybe that distraction was exactly what I needed right now. In our past life, I loved him. Waited. I wanted him to want me as much as I did. Now, he was here doing exactly that. But knowing the fate that awaited both of us in a few years… “If you’re too shy to say it—use your hands.” His chin pressed against my stomach, one hand still positioned around my waist while the other guided my hands. “Let your hands show me what you’re too scared to admit.” The sound of my strangled breath made his eyes darken. Maybe for today, I could just pretend he wasn’t my executioner. We were just two vessels wanting to explore emotions we’d kept buried for too long. Finding his hair, my fingers sank inside with ease, guiding him to my chest.Killian took my flushed nipple into his mouth with slow, deliberate ease, tilting his head just enough to draw me deeper. Heat lanced from the center of my spine and surged upward, igniting eve

Possessive Rage.

Killian’s POV After everything—she just left. Like I didn’t exist. Or like she hadn’t just moaned my name moments earlier. I watched the retreating figure of my wife until she disappeared. Not once did she look back. She had suffered ten years of neglect and emotional torture. My wife had loved me so much, and I had taken everything for granted. I would be a fool to think everything was going to be exactly the same in this new life. Deep down, I knew my Freya was still there beneath all that hardened exterior. I told myself I was going to break every layer until I got her back. My hands reached for my chest and pressed hard against it. A ragged sigh coursed restlessly through me, and my head fell forward. “Why does it feel like my own heart is crumbling?” I mumbled. Freya, what are you doing to me? After she left, I stayed in the tub to cool off my arousal, while giving her the space she needed. I didn’t know why, but it took a while for my courage to break thr

Before he wakes.

Freya’s POVKillian's breath was warm against my skin, and I should have moved away, seeing how he had practically glued himself to my body. They say alphas have sharpened senses, but why was he so still? Almost peaceful. Did he really trust me so much that he could sleep so deeply?I stared at his long lashes, closed. Reaching for his face, I tilted it upward to see him clearly. Maybe a part of me wanted to confirm if the person holding me so tenderly was truly Killian.He was.I narrowed my eyes at his hair, then my gaze settled on his lips. Memories of how I had pressed my lips against his in the bathtub flashed through my mind. I bit down on my lip as heat trailed from my face up to my ears.I moved.But Killian’s hand only tugged me back toward his chest. “Don’t leave,” he rasped into my hair.I looked up at him, just to make sure he wasn't awake. He wasn’t.So what was he saying?Before I got the chance to figure it out, my phone beeped from the nightstand. I struggled

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Who She Belongs To

Effortless Claim

Clean you up

Beg Me, Freya

Possessive Rage.

Before he wakes.