Aunt Freya Legacies Novels & Stories

But sadly we didn’t have much time to get into the specifics when I heard a shrill, bitchy laugh come from behind me. “Oh Alyssa, are you too busy with Alphas to be doing your job?” Freya asked with an entourage of Alphas’ daughters behind her. She was acting like a queen already, looking down on her subjects, even the Alphas who still outranked her. “We didn’t mean to keep her for too long, we just had questions about this lovely place?” Alpha Evan smiled with fake sincerity. Freya seemed to stumble as she recognised her uncle. She hadn’t seen him in years. For a moment it looked as if she wanted to say something to him, but she kept her mouth shut and turned on me instead.

(while trying to mass upload, I accidentally uploaded the chapters without chapter 048(it has been uploaded, sorry for the confusion), I understand that this might have made you confused but I hope you can merge this to it. I'm really really terribly sorry and thank you for not giving up on Freya, Alan and Eliza's story. I also thank you for understanding in advance lovies!")

“I’m trying to figure out what that even means now.” Kaelan’s expression softened slightly. God. He almost looked emotionally intelligent tonight. Terrifying. “You remember everything?” he asked quietly. Freya nodded once. “The battle. Her death. Heaven.” She swallowed hard. “All of it.” Kaelan leaned back against the chair silently absorbing that. “And?” Freya laughed weakly. “And apparently discovering you died centuries ago is deeply unpleasant.” A faint huff of amusement escaped him before fading quickly again. “You know,” Kaelan said after a moment, “I hated Lealla when I first met her.”

Inner Devil: ‘Not bad, but let’s be honest, we want the version that argues, sulks, and spoils us with five-star breakfasts. Inner Devil 2: ‘Yeah, I refuse. Auntie, Ma’am, Freya has retired from the bachelorette life, FYI!’ Inner Devil: ‘Yeah, we need soul!’ When Freya opened up Aunt Kate’s gift, she was stupefied! She was gifted with bondage-style lingerie! Inner Devil: ‘Okay, now we are talking.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Freya, you gotta use this tonight!’ When Kenneth’s Aunt Scarlett gave Freya some sexy dice and card games, remarks flew!

Freya Amar was lying next to me on the couch as a group of us hung out in the living room after breakfast, discussing what had happened this morning. I was thankful that Amar chose to be next to me, as petting him helped take away some of the stress I was feeling after what I had done. "How the hell did you one-up Aunt Rhi?!" Layla asked as she looked at me, her reddish-orange eyes full of curiosity. Layla had Uncle Jay's copper tanned skin tone, and Aunt Mia's curly dark brown hair and facial features. She also had Aunt Mia's bubbly personality.

Her breathing was clearly off now. “Actually, we can. The High Council gave us permission to deal with you as we saw fit. But it's funny that you believe that a week of suffering is too much for you to have to handle. You took me from my bed and handed me off to be taken like I was nothing to you. There were laws in place to protect me, too, but that doesn’t matter to you, does it? You only cared about yourself and how it affects your family. Well, your family is gone now, because of your idea. I was killed, and almost raped, because of that idea,” I replied. “I am your Aunt, Eva. Can’t you just let me go?” Freya asked.

I paused, "the physical attraction. I just recognized his growl everytime, before I met him in person." "Probably, Wynzlette! You're Aunt Lavander's daughter. She'll put you first. Freaking magnet of love! That's obviously howls of Love, baby cousin. Definitely a story written by the moon goddess. It's just that it was manipulated. Ugh! I'll ask Papa to help you as early as possible..." "I don't want mom to know about this. Please, promise me, Freya." I convinced my cousin. I heard her heavy breathing and her irritated complaint on the other line. "Alright. But next year, if we can't find the effin' golden fang, don't blame me, Wynzlette..." she said meaningfully.

“She followed her heart and lived life on her own terms. At least, she was happy.” He paused deliberately, then added. “Unlike Aunt Freya.” Lucian stiffened at Aunt Freya's mention. He pursed his lips in disapproval as Carlos said, “Aunt Freya has lived in hell for centuries. Bound by duty, trapped in a loveless existence, and forced to obey rules that crushed her soul.” He met Lucian’s gaze without fear and without getting intimidated. “My mother chose freedom, and I am proud of her choice. She did the right thing. She didn't suffer like her poor sister.”

her Dad said as he massaged her scalp. “Oh c’mon, what did you mean by Alphas?” she muttered. She knew she was tired and needed a rest from the long journey and the tiring ‘grande’ welcome. But she wanted to look strong for her Dad. “Well, there are two Alphas ruling the pack and you are to pick the right one” her Dad answered as he stood up and adjusted her duvet, tucking her in. “Hmm” Lyra hummed. She was slowly drifting off to sleep. “What about mum? She did not come to welcome me”

Her lips parted slightly, and I saw the emotion welling in her eyes again. “I’m scared,” she whispered. “Not just for me, but for the baby. What if this family—this legacy—what if it eats us alive?” I drew her closer, her heartbeat pulsing softly against my chest. “Then we build our own legacy. One where love isn't transactional. Where power doesn't come at the cost of peace. We’ll raise our child in light, even if we’re surrounded by shadows.” Freya exhaled, a trembling sigh that sounded like the first breath after surfacing from deep water. “You always know what to say.”