Freya And Rhysand Novels & Stories

Ariana was looking lovingly at her daughter and husband and enjoying their conversation. “Mom you know I always listen to you.” She said and ran and cuddled in her arms. Eros was smiling wickedly this girl knew exactly how to win every one. Eos was thanking god for giving him such a loving family as their bond had grown stronger over the years and he was proud of his loving children. But he was not aware that the problems were yet to arrive and their destiny would be changed altogether. Freya POV

One night, while out on a solo hunt, Freya met Aiden, a strong and handsome werewolf from a neighboring pack. Aiden was intrigued by Freya's independence and strength, and he was drawn to her wild spirit. They quickly fell in love, and they started a passionate romance that would change Freya's life forever. Freya was equally smitten with Aiden, and they quickly hit it off. They spent the whole night talking and getting to know each other, and they felt a strong connection that neither of them had ever experienced before.

Her narrative, punctuated by somber pauses, painted a picture of a friendship once vibrant, now tarnished by misunderstanding and hurtful words. Fenrisa, sensing the need to truncate her narrative and preserve the festive atmosphere, decided to summarize, "Let's just say she never saw me and Thalassa as friends." The weight of unspoken history hung in the air as Fenrisa sighed, acknowledging the lingering wounds of a fractured friendship. Ashley, empathetic to Fenrisa's unspoken pain, offered solace. "I'm so sorry, Fenrisa," she uttered, her tone conveying genuine sympathy. Fenrisa, her gaze cast downward, slowly raised her head in response.

“You should never have let him mark you!” “You keep saying that. Why? We were chosen for one another!” “I was once told a story of a baby. Born on the darkest day. A shock of raven hair. Eyes the greyest of greys. A female Alpha in her own right, born to traitors of the King.” “What has that got to do with me?” “You were that baby.” Callie mutters staring at me. “It was foretold that the child would choose her own mate.” Snare continues. “Their souls would forever be bound. She would create something new. A bond that had never been shared before.”

I watched the men devour their portions at an insane speed since they were famished but Ansel calmly ate his and that pissed me off again, everything about him was annoying to him and I don’t even know the reason why anymore. **** FREYA’S POV I was obviously unhappy that no one was coming from my pack even though there was still hope and I had no choice but to leave for my meals since my two maids wouldn’t stop the frequent nagging. Along the corridor to my quarters, a familiar smell suddenly filled my nose and I was forced to look up to see whom I never expected. Well, I wouldn’t say I never expected him because a tiny fraction of hope was in me ever since the Alpha announced the feast and

How can he be this cruel to his niece? “Now, daughter of Roderick, accept your fate and come with me, now that I'm still being nice.” I blinked as tears ran down my cheeks. He calls making me his slave nice? Didn't he feel the mate bond at all? I slowly wiped off my tears and turned around to face him. “I, Freya, daughter of Alpha Roderick, will never bow to the enemy or become his slave!"

She yelled in frustration. I turned to face her, and I knew my eyes were jet black by now. I didn't mean to, but I glared at her with pure anger. My nostrils flared still taking in that familiar scent. “Tristan, answer me!” I snapped back at her and snarled out the words, “I will see you very soon, You will be mine, Freya Rose.” Freya Rose

*LEONIDAS* Freya is a were wolf? How is that even possible? “No way,” Dorian murmurs beside me. “That is Freya?” She's obviously the one. There's no doubt. Her scent is stronger that before and mate bond hit me like a moving truck. “Mate, mate, mate,” Drogo continues to chant like a mantra in my head. As if sensing her mate, her wolf takes a step forward but wobbles a bit.

Amanda and Enzo exchanged smirks, their expressions dripping with cruel satisfaction. Freya’s heart pounded violently in her chest. What bargain? Fulfilled? What are they doing? Before she could speak, Lycril shoved her lightly forward. “Go on, Freya. Be grateful. You finally get to be of use to this family.” Her words were venom disguised as sweetness. --- Outside, the air was sharp with the scent of pine and horses. A carriage waited, sleek and black, flanked by riders bearing the Northridge crest. Freya’s body moved on instinct, her mind too dazed to resist. Each step felt heavier than the last.

However, seeing his daughter, who was crying pitifully in his arms, a deep wave of guilt welled up in him. “Oh, why is our Dani crying so badly?” Ryan’s sarcastic voice came from the door. Rodney raised his head and looked over in dissatisfaction. He saw Ryan and Freya walking side by side. Freya was wearing a mask, and she had a scarf around her neck. She held a hot drink in her hands. The two were of similar age. Ryan was competent with a good character while Freya had a stunning figure and beautiful looks. They did not look like siblings at all. Instead, they seemed to be a man and woman who shared an ambiguous relationship.