Todos os capítulos de Rewriting Fate With The Alpha I Hate: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Freya’s POVMaybe I shouldn’t have asked that question.Killian’s heart already belonged to someone else.Freedom was the only thing I wanted now.“Freya…” Mrs. Queen came beside me again.I mustered a quick smile, noticing the little group tailing after her.Mrs. Queen might just be the key I needed to break into elite society.“This is the genius who saved my daughter.”I gave a small nod as the ladies circled me.“Wow, so beautiful. I didn’t know Alpha Killian had a wife?” It was a red-headed lady. Her gown was flawless, just like her skin—pale as snow. A thick designer scarf draped over her shoulder and wrapped around her neck.My eyes narrowed carefully, and I spotted her necklace.A full moon etched with flakes—she was from the Lunarcrest Pack.“Everyone knows Alpha Killian tied the knot a few months back,” Mrs. Queen chuckled nervously.She must have thought I was uncomfortable.Most ladies from reputable families had glamorous weddings, even if they barely had any guests.All I

FREYA’S POV“I didn’t do anything.” Those were the only words I could say.“If you didn’t, then who?” Lady Maeve snapped sharply, gesturing toward the maid. “Are you suggesting the she did?”Trusting people hadn’t done me any good in the past. It shouldn’t be any different in this new timeline.But something always pricked at me whenever I saw someone in need—because I knew how sickening it felt to be in trouble with no source of help.Unfortunately, I kept giving chances to the wrong people.“Why are you even here in the first place? Is this about the dress Killian gave Vivian?”“You don’t actually believe that, do you?” I scoffed, disbelief clawing up my throat. My gaze flickered toward Killian. “You think I did this out of spite because I was jealous of—”Your mistress.The sting burned at the back of my throat, but I didn’t find the courage to say the last words.It would only make me sound deranged because that was the image Lady Maeve was trying to sell.I had proven myself a th

FREYA’S POV The air was stale with the stench of my impending doom. Familiar faces bore down on me from where they stood—elders of the Greenville pack. Something about the way they lined up carefully ignited memories from my past during Killian’s passing Ceremony. The way none of them had stood up for their Luna, and without hesitation, they executed me like it was a chore they had longed to finish. Even if they hadn’t done it yet in this life, it didn’t stop the faint, boiling flame that surged through my chest.“Luna Freya,” the familiar voice called out, deep and filled with false pretense. I instantly knew who it was—Elder Darius. My knees pressed against the floor, hands clenched by my side as I lifted my gaze. Elder Darius was in his regalia, signifying his position as Elder. His long robe flowed on the floor like a tail as he moved forward. When he reached me, he stopped. In his hand was a huge book that seemed too heavy for him to carry. My heart missed a beat when I r

Freya’s POVAfter confirming my agony, I was locked up in the ancestral hall for five hours in order to reflect on my actions.I waited for the ice bug they implanted to do its worst, but—nothing.“Strange.”On the floor, my eyes started to grow heavy, as though a sudden weight was crashing over me.I wanted to stay awake. The heaviness continued to drag me under.Then it went dark.***The sound of my own voice echoed inside my head, and the smell of death choked my nostrils.The darkness swallowed me even more.“No!”I jolted, eyes wide with terror. My body moved until a quick hand found my shoulders.Stillness washed over me, along with a strange sense of comfort.Strong hands held me in place as soft pants escaped my throat.“Shhh, you’re having a nightmare.”I didn’t think too much about the voice as my head rested against a chest.My eyes shut quietly, squeezing closer for comfort.I was never scared of death. I had even tried to commit suicide a few times after my family fell a

Freya’s POVI swung the door open, my feet halting instantly when I saw Killian’s body sprawled on the floor.The once-neat room was literally torn apart, shards and broken pieces scattered everywhere.Killian was one of the strongest in the werewolf faction. He wouldn’t just collapse without cause—unless he was ill or probably serious injured.I took one step forward, then paused, my skin prickling.It was wrong, but I couldn’t help thinking—what if I just left him?No call for help. Leave him to fate.If he was gone, my impending death ten years from now would be altered… I think.“I should leave,” I mumbled to myself.The thought sent chills rippling through my stomach. If the roles were reversed, he would do the same.As a healer, I had morals. No matter their identity, I would always help—but this was Alpha Killian Greymark.My executioner.Should I save him, knowing fully well the fate awaiting me?With my breath stuck in my throat, I spun away from the scene.I shut my eyes, squ