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Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood.

she answered, spitting the words into the prince’s face despite the terror gleaming deep in her pupils. Cedrik felt a twisted surge of admiration. He tightened his grip on her wrists, feeling her racing pulse beneath his fingers—an undeniable proof that, though she defied him, her body recognized the predator that had cornered her. Freya’s resistance was not merely physical; it was an affront to his lineage, his Alpha status, and the war he led. Yet the more she fought, the more he felt the need to have her under his control—not as another corpse among many, but as something he needed to unravel, possess, and eventually dominate.

I make an excuse although it's not entirely untrue. "I don't think so." He muses briefly, "And by the way, you shouldn't be hiding such interesting things from me." "Interesting things?" I cross the table and go to him. He curls up his lips into a smile and I feel alarmed. I've understood he only shows me his smile when it's something bad for me; kind of danger alert. "I talked with Mason today in the morning and I found out Freya is now a CFO of the Howard Constructions." He says blissfully.

James Crowley uttered those remarks while looking squarely into both of my eyes as he spoke to me. I was taken aback since I had a sneaking suspicion that the person I was speaking to knew me, and I didn't feel particularly comfortable talking about myself to him at the time... Before I could say anything, I had to take a moment to myself down and take a long breath. "There is not a lot of information that can be found out about me. My name is Freya, I am an orphan, and my Nana, who is my grandmother, was the only person I ever knew growing up... That should be everything for the time being." I started those things with a grin on my face, and at the same time, I was cautious about not lettin

well, I’m not quite sure what, she just said it was important. “Do you need your refreshments refilled?” A young man came around to Cassius’ side of the table with a bright cheeky smile. “Um maybe just a little more for me please.” I say as he pours some more champagne into my glass. “What do you think she needs to speak to us about?” Cassius asks when the guy walks away from the table. “That’s a good question, but I think the both of you know the answer.” A voice spoke up from behind us and our heads turned to find Queen Fara walking towards us, the click of her heels sounding loudly against the stone walk way.

Oh, there's a gaaaassshh! Raul Frey's POV Yes! Yes, ladies! This is me, Raul Frey. One and only. My name must have sounded very foreign to you, but I'm telling you... just like Bennet, I'm half-blooded. Half-Filipino, half-god. Hahahaha!

] Freya was watching Clayton’s live stream in the hospital. She posted hers and Emerald’s picture during the opening of her art gallery. [She isn’t the lady he was always seen with.] [Girls! We don’t stand a chance. She is indeed beautiful. Not only that. Look at how hot her body is! Added to that she’s an equestrian.] Freya saw the comment and replied to it. [@Victoria she’s not only an equestrian but also an F1 professional driver.] [@Freya, the sport you mentioned needs a lot of money. So, she belonged to a wealthy family.]

“Trevor told me there are no dungeons. I don't want to imagine things. Both of you should leave my head.” “There are no dungeons.” Freye said with that calm frail voice that Maria once heard in the dungeon. “And there is no Freye either. I'm just a vision that's using the body of someone else.” Maria's breathing quickened and she glanced at the wolf, and back at Freye. Freye paced around the room slowly, continuing with what she was saying. “I'm not the real Freye, I'm just a vision. I know you have many questions after seeing me in that dungeon, but none of it was real, it was a vision.”

Freya hold her head with both Hands "You are kidding me Right No Not him" Freya yelled inside Tbc

I sat next to Freya, while I tried to pretend Derrick's gaze didn't give me chills. "Are you okay with this?" I whispered to Freya who laughed to something mum was saying. I knew Freya, she was a sensitive kid and this... was probably overwhelming for her. A muscle twitched in her jaw and she glanced at me. "No. I'm not fucking okay with this," she whispered back, her blue eyes flaring. Unlike mum and me, Freya had taken her dad's dark hair. Making her a brunette and I've never seen anyone look as hot as Freya. I knew she was causing some kind of commotion in school, judging from the fact that she was a cheerleader and a blue eyed teen.