Todos os capítulos de Rewriting Fate With The Alpha I Hate: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

FREYA’S POV I squeezed my chest, lips parted for air but found none.This feeling, how long was it going to last.I hated every bit of it. Because it reminded me of everything I was trying to escape. And Killian, he was the embodiment of that reminder.“Freya…” He was my torment, and I needed to be free.“Concerning the divorce. You haven't given me a response.” I forced the words from my lungs, even as the air shrunk between us.“Why are you asking for a divorce? I already told you—” Killian stood up, and I followed his gaze as it bored down on me. “We are not getting a divorce. Stop dreaming.”“Dreaming?” I scoffed, feeling the tightness easing up. “I plan to make this dream our reality.”The silence closed in. Killian’s eyes went cold—darker. But I forced myself to stand tall, even as I feared he might pounce at any secondWith Sea awakened, I was still lacking behind with training. Fighting him off would be a problem.Killian's lips curved up, a twisted and sadistic smile. He no

FREYA’S POV “Freya, this is false accusation.” Vivian chimed. Madam Grace’s eyes narrowed toward Lady Maeve for support, and as expected, she ran to the rescue. “Freya, a Luna should be considerate. When did you get so brazen? Madam Grace would never do something like that.” Lady Maeve took her tea, slowly bringing it to her lips. Her brows arched. “You must have imagined it.” For a moment, I almost doubted myself, but the heat beneath my skin told another story. It didn’t matter. They harmed me first, and I wouldn’t let them off. I leaned forward on the seat, a low smile crawling over my face, stretching my hand toward Lady Maeve so she wouldn’t have any chance to deny it. “Mother, could it be that you’re trying to protect your servant?” “You’re talking nonsense!” Vivian scoffed. I pulled back, another idea flashing through my mind. “You're right, mother would never harm me.” Lady Maeve sipped her tea, her shoulders propped up, signaling her victory. But I wasn’t done. “

FREYA’S POVThe way he moved felt like a wolf going for the kill.“Killian, you must have misunderstood… I was only—”Killian snapped,”Not a word from you.”Why was he pissed off? In the past, he didn’t mind.His eyes narrowed on me, holding me—nailing me to the spot so hard that breathing became strained.“Get up. Let’s go.”I blinked, my hands loosening their grip on my dress.Did I just hear Killian correctly?“Did you hear me?” he snapped again.Before I could respond, he grabbed my hand. His veins stretched over his arms as he yanked me up.“Killian, what are you doing?”Killian exhaled, then slowly shifted his gaze from me to Lady Maeve. He was always soft when it came to her. She was his greatest weakness, and she didn’t hesitate to use it—twist it as she pleased.“I want to speak with my wife,” he said stiffly. “Is that also a crime now?”I stared at our joined hands, my heart racing. I clenched my teeth as his musk scent masked my senses.Too close for me to breathe.“Killia

Killian’s POVOnce we got to the hallway, she tried to tug me back. Feeling her hand slip from my grip, I backed her into a corner.Her body collided with the wall, and she yelped.“Why do you find new ways to test me, Freya?” I breathed. Her eyes still held that defiance—the kind that made my blood burn hot with fury, anger, and, twisted as it sounded… need.The need to claim. The fucking need to make her mine.“It's not my fault you're being emotional,” she mumbled, her body slipping slightly on the wall. "Agree to the divorce and I won't be in your face anymore."Cupping her chin, I held her up, forcing those grey eyes that held nothing but storm beneath to meet mine.Her scent sharpened, slicing through my senses.“Give me one fucking reason why I should let go of what’s mine.”Her throat bobbed as she turned her face away from me, panting.My heart raced, blood pounding loud in my ears. I leaned closer—then stopped.If I crossed that inch, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pull back.

Freya’s POVA lot of people might say I’m losing my mind—but that’s what happens when you’ve been in the clutches of death.Thankfully, Killian didn’t return to our room last night. He probably spent it with his precious beta, Vivian.I should have been happy he wasn’t there, yet I barely slept a wink.A servant arrived to announce breakfast. It was a family rule to dine together, especially when guests were present.Tessa followed behind me, a box nesting on her hands.“Greetings, Mother,” I said, performing the slight curtsy she had taught me a few months ago.Lady Maeve came from a royal family and valued elegance to her core. With the royal family backing her, dealing with Lady Maeve required strategy and not blunt confrontation.She didn’t respond, her attention fixed on her phone as she scrolled leisurely. Probably still reeling from yesterday’s events.Madam Grace, seated beside her, scoffed, curling her lips into a cruel smile.Without Lady Maeve’s response, it would be cons