Freya And Rhysand Novels & Stories

I took a steadying breath before replying, “I’ve finally seen the future concerning the alpha twins.” Freya’s eyes widened, taken aback. “What have you seen for my sons?” The lie tasted bitter on my tongue, but I pressed on, determined to see this through. “Ryan and Dylan...they are not bound to any mate.” A sharp gasp escaped Freya’s lips. “What do you mean they’re not bound to a mate? Of course, my sons have mates!” Meeting her gaze steadily, I replied, “I saw it Freya. I have seen their path, and it does not include a fated mate.”

The way he tilted his head, the glint of disdain in those storm-gray eyes, it was pure, unspoken threat. A promise of what would happen if Allister pushed just a fraction too far. Allister stood tall, refusing to step back. Posturing. Two alphas, locked in silence. No words, just presence and power. But the worst—best—part? It wasn’t for him. It was for me. Rhysand wasn’t claiming dominance over Allister, he was claiming me. His energy wound around me, pulled at my skin, my breath, the aching heat that coiled low in my body, and fuck, my body responded.

the guard said and he took his leave. Frederick and Ryan were good friends having met about seven centuries after the endgame of his people. While Frederick and the other vampyres inhabited the forests, Ryan and his brothers were forced to live in the deserts owing to their nature. After about a few minutes proceeding the guard’s exit, Frederick, Alessia, Morgana and Liam went down to the room right beside the front gatChapter 2 Frederick Claw ~ “Sofia, Morgana, get her inside.” I said stroking Alessia’s white hair. “Save her! Save my sister!” I added splitting two more arrows aimed at Alessia in half.

So now I'm trying to do whatever he wants and play his game, instead of having to watch the Big Man company go bankrupt and screw up. I have many friends there: Gabriel, Annie, Shasha, Dexter, Jane, and Cindy. I'm not going to make them suffer just because I'm too stubborn and don't want to lose to Rhysand del Millero. Even so, I know.. I know very well that behind all my struggles, there is a feeling of happiness because of him. A passion and attraction that is so strong from within me. I can't stop succumbing to his touch. Rhysand is a dangerous man I've always denied. And whatever awaits in the future, what happens to me because of him .. I can only believe that I can face it.

He said, and a heavy sigh escaped me. “Don’t you get it, Rhys? Freya is also one of us. She is a member of the pack, so why should she be left out when the whole pack is being taken care of?” Rhys nodded his head, and took a deep breath. “Yeah…you are totally right. I am sorry, okay?” He apologized once again, and I just threw my hand in the air. The remaining walk to the autoshop was awfully quiet. My mind reeled with lots of questions, begging for answers and Rhys knew better than to talk or crack a joke at the moment.

“They were never truly yours.” Freya's expression changed—no longer calm. No longer sorrowful. Furious. “You’re wrong,” she said, stepping forward. “They are mine. By bond, by blood, by fate.” Ruvan lifted his sigil, readying his final curse. But this time, Freya didn’t wait. In a blur, she moved—faster than any of them could track—and plunged her hand into the earth. From the soil, black vines surged up, coiling around Ruvan’s legs like serpents.

Freya’s POV I nodded, “Yes. Derek Ashford. My ex.” Lizzy’s mouth fell open. “Are you kidding me?” She looked at the flowers on the floor then back at me. “Freya, what the hell? How much has been happening in your life?” Her voice was loud and angry. “And I’m just finding out now? What is really going on?” Guilt hit me hard, “Lizzy…” “No. Don’t Lizzy me. You’re my best friend. You’re pregnant and your husband is cheating on you. Your wolf is drugged. You’re being targeted by evil witches and now you’re getting flowers from your ex boyfriend.”

On it was a photo of Nadia , red hair, green eyes, pale skin dotted with freckles. I looked nothing like that. My stomach sank. “Everyone who registered for the Trial submitted a photo with their application,” he said, his voice flat. “So I will ask you again. Who are you?” I held his gaze for one more second. Then I let it go. There was no point in lying to an Alpha. Not with eyes like that, looking at me like he could already see every thought I had. “My name is Freya Arden,” I said quietly. “Nadia is my best friend. Her family was forcing her to be here, but she already has a mate , someone she truly loves. She asked me to come in her place so she could leave before her parents noticed.”

(Epilogue) *Freya* I gazed down at my beautiful baby boy, Adonis Jackson, as he slept peacefully in his little cot. His tiny chest rose and fell with each breath, and his delicate eyelashes cast shadows on his rosy cheeks. My heart swelled with an overwhelming love that seemed almost too much to contain. Little Adonis was more than just our son; he was the living, breathing symbol of the love Rafe and I shared. Our love had been powerful enough to shatter a hundred-year-old curse, freeing the Crimson Pack from mystery and hatred.