Freya And Rhysand Novels & Stories

"Not her. She's exclusive." Frederick's playful facade faltered for a moment, replaced by a hint of frustration. "You have a fiancé, come on, dude, just one—" Rhys narrowed his eyes. Frederick didn’t miss the feral look in his eyes and nervously chucked. "Never mind, I was just… kidding." His gaze flickered between Rhys and Amara. Rhys was someone he shouldn’t mess with. Rhys's grip on Amara's wrist relaxed, but his protective grip remained. "Hands off of her," he reiterated, his tone cold. "Eyes too." His gaze lingered on Frederick for a moment longer, a silent reminder of who held the power in that room.

Freya Everything around me faded as my eyes refused to move, staring at the man before me, I drank him in, a good head taller than me with thick red hair and pale skin, his eyes stood out against his complexion and damn were they show stopping. He had a strong jaw, wide shoulders, and thick arms. He obviously looked after himself. My eyes trailed down his body on their own accord as reality seeped back in. My mate. Shay was over the damn moon, I could feel her excitement inside our head and the almost dance she was doing wasn’t exactly subtle but the rational, cynical part of my brain had me trying to rein it all in.

**Freya's POV** I woke up to warmth, an arm was draped across my waist. My eyes snapped open. Gray walls. Heavy curtains. A bed that wasn't mine. And behind me, pressed against my back, was Dante. His chest rose and fell slowly. His breath was warm against my neck. His face, what I could see of it when I turned my head slightly, looked younger and less dangerous in sleep. Then the memories came flooding back. The drug. The sex. The bite.

she cried, and I felt helpless all over again. Freya has been appearing in her dreams, chasing her around Moonhowl Pack, threatening to destroy every seed her womb carries. “Shh… it’s fine. She can’t lay a finger on you. That, I promise,” I reassured her, gently caressing her back while she leaned into me. I couldn’t stand the sight of my fated mate, the only she-wolf who brings me peace, falling apart like this. Freya wouldn't be able to handle the consequences of all these.

Wolfless. A fate in a pack considered worse than death. “Father,” I hear Raven cry out as she scrambles to my side, taking my uncut hand in hers, jamming it into mine and interlocking her fingers tightly. “We can’t let Freya go.” “She doesn’t belong here,” my father’s voice softened. Not for my sake, but for hers. “Freya is my best friend,” Raven insisted. “Mother is right, she is family. She can’t help that this happened, she didn’t ask to be this way.”

“The ones who lost control, for a moment.” I press my hands against his chest, trying to shove him away. But his skin is ice, and I feel it through my fingers. My body betrays me, shivering. “Where…where is she?” I manage, voice shaking. Betty. I replay the chaos, the flashing lights, the danger, the hands that almost grabbed her. “She’s safe,” Rhysand says, voice softening. “I would never let one of my kind hurt my mate’s friend.” His fingers trace my jawline, grazing my cheek. I flinch, but I can’t pull completely away.

Freya's POV " What are you doing here? You want to kill me finally?" I asked him, taunting him, enjoying how haphazard his gaze seemed to be. He muttered a jabble of words and spittle, opening the cage door and dragging me out. I expected a lot of things. A slap, maybe insults. " I hate you..I hate you so much that my blood curdles just staring at you" he said, voice taunt. Those words seemed like razors in the skin of my heart.

Sarah said, tilting her head to Freya's direction. Freya opened her eyes and looked back at her, "Yeah?" "She's in love with Hunter Caldwell. One of the Alphas who's your mate."

“Yes. I was young, impulsive, foolish even. The midwife was going to lose both of them. The Princess and my child, but Lyssandra stepped in. She saved Freya and began to love the girl as her own. After that night, we began to see each other. Drawn closer by the matebond. I was alpha but my father never wanted me to be mated to Lyssandra. He tried to have her killed but I knew without her love and nurture, Freya would die,” “Did you free her?” I asked softly. “Yes, I freed her, we ran and just never looked back. We became rogues. Finding food wherever we could. Mostly hunting and residing in our wolf form until we were captured and brought to the Rogue Kingdom,” “And then you became King, tak

FREYA Rose I had managed to calm Tristan down, but it didn’t last long because as soon as the warriors Amber sent for had just arrived and as soon as Tristan knew they were there, he began thrashing around in my arms again. This time, I couldn't hold him back, and he broke out of my grip and then burst through my winged fortress. He roared into the air and launched his massive body at the six men who had just about made it through the door. Tyler and Kelly dragged Paul out of harm's way, and I just stood up to watch Tristan fighting off the men as they tried their best to contain him. Turning to Cassie, I asked her,