Aunt Freya Legacies Novels & Stories

She screams louder, trying to free herself from Lucas’ hold. “Xena, calm down!” “Don’t you dare try to protect him right now, Lucas. Let me go.” She yells, desperately reaching out to me. I have no time for whatever has crawled up her ass, making her so violent this morning. Instead, I rub my temples and sigh. “What is it now?” I ask. “Don’t act like you don’t already fucking know. Freya trusted you even though she was scared, but you were the person she chose to reveal her secret to, but you went behind her back and leaked out her secret.”

Asher knowing his wife just holds her and let her continue talking making sure not to say everything is going to be alright when he was not sure everything was going to be alright. Freya is already in a room her hands and legs tied to the chair she is seating on but her eyes and mouth are free. “Why are you doing this? What do you want with me?” Freya cries. Baxter walks close to her. “I love you Freya. Don’t you see it? I tried to be ok with you getting with him but I’m no ok with it. You’re mine! And mine alone” He screams at her. Freya refrains from saying anything to anger him. She just seats down in tears thinking of what to do then an idea hits her. If it does not work she’s dead and s

she snapped, “Let me remind you, my mate won’t forgive you if-" “Shhh.” Freya lifted a hand, “I would’ve thrown you into a brothel for daring to ruin my dress. But knowing we might become allies, I thought we could be pleasant. I am Freya, mother of Valtor’s first Queen who died at the hands of our enemies.” Crystal swallowed hard, absorbing the weight of that revelation. “Allies? I don’t understand,” she said after a beat. “And I’m not interested."

Letta said, making Freya furrow her brow. "What about Mom?" Freya asked. "I have to take care of Uncle. Isn't he still injured? He doesn't have any family here, so it has to be me who handles all his affairs,” Letta said, causing Freya to immediately grip her mother's hand. "Then, Freya will stay here with Mom. Besides, Freya also wants to take care of Uncle Hero,” Freya said, making Letta furrow her brow. "Uncle Hero?" Letta asked, making Freya nod her head.

I took her to the river where my husband had crashed. Pointing at the rushing water, I asked, "Freya, do you remember this place? This is where your uncle crashed and drowned." Freya's face twisted in fear. She clung to me, begging for mercy, admitting her guilt. "Aunt Grace, please let me go. I really know I was wrong. Aubree is already gone. Let me be your daughter. I'll take care of you in your old age, okay?" She still had the audacity to mention Aubree.

“But you? Forget it. Although you’re part of the Snow family, you don’t have any status, and you don’t have any rights to inheritance. As for Osher, if I hadn’t given you the formula, it would’ve gone downhill in the next two years.” “You…” Rodney’s face flushed in anger. He was such an excellent person, but she spoke as if he was worthless. “Tsk, as a man, aren’t you ashamed of living like this?” Freya then took out her cell phone to make a call. Rodney did not know what she was doing until he heard Freya sweetly call out the word ‘Aunty’. That was when he realized this woman had called his mother. “Freya Lynch, give me the phone.” Rodney reached out to grab it.

“Yes, she is back and she is a horrible woman. My sister and I fought for you so many times because that woman was changing your rules, and she was trying to ruin your legacy” Confusion set in on me because what legacy did I have? Who was this weirdo? “Didn't you mention that your sister is dead?” “Yes, she is, and Freya is the reason the rogue King killed her. That woman is so heartless and wicked, but you are the nicest person ever…” She rubbed her hands gently on my arm and that kind of ticked me off the wrong way. It made my skin crawl. I forced out a smile, shifting. “Are you an omega?”

Alex: I stood by the far corner of the hospital room, my arms crossed as Aunt Freya examined my mother. The pack hospital said she collapsed due to stress but my father had Aunt Freya brought in to be certain. He stood beside her, worry lines etched on his face. After what felt like an eternity, Aunt Freya opened her eyes. “She will be fine. She only overused her strength a bit” “What for?” “I'm a witch, not a seer, Alpha Lukas. I don't know” she said with a small smile. “With rest and proper care, she will be up in no time”

Since Ysabelle’s grandparents had passed away, this voice could only belong to Ammons mother, Freya! “That’s right!” Ysabelle stared coldly at her. Freya was in her forties, yet she was still charming and youthful. “What are you doing here? You even shot my son?” She was openly hostile to Ysabelle. “I’m here to take back what belongs to me!” Ysabelle replied. “what yours? Is there anything that belongs to you here?” Freya gave her the cold shoulder. “Grandpa gave me everything in the house before he died. And I went back!” Ysabelle said. “You bullshit!” Freya sneered, “Who do you think you are? What makes you think that you are worthy of all these?”