Freya Beauchamp Novels & Stories

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

Cronus spoke aloud, “She showed such promise in training and we were all excited to see how far she could go. She is survived by Dreyma Caulret who managed to survive into one of our most strikingly beautiful avian fae variety.” Freya’s picture was put up on a stand by Lyra. It was our standard enlistment picture that we had taken when we first showed up to our notice. She was wearing a simple green jumpsuit and her hair was pulled back. This didn’t represent Freya at all. She was a girl who let her hair down. Dreyma’s counterpart and someone who was meant to stay with us after we crossed the barrier. We had a secret plan to keep her and Dreyma together just so they didn’t have to always won

She was trying desperately to mend the situation. “She is not Freya! She can never be Freya!” Clinton interrupted. His voice was thick with emotion. “Freja is timid and introverted, the kind who prefers to stay in the shadows. But Freya…. uhmm....” His voice softened, “Freya was vibrant, self-assured, and effortlessly commanded any room she entered.”

Enough to crawl toward. Enough to fight for. I pulled myself forward, muscles shaking, vision blurring. I had to get out. Had to reach him. He was alive, I knew it. And he was calling for me. The darkness screamed as I crawled, as if it knew it was losing. Veyrix howled in rage. But I kept going. One step, Another, And another. Until the light swallowed me whole__And I was gone. Freya awakens gasping in a field of glowing ash under the moonlight—only to find a strange mark now etched across her chest… and someone waiting beside her she never expected to see.

"You're babying me." "Am I?" She asked innocently, blinking in a way she thought would make her look cute. But gone was the helpless, bullied girl who Cameron had found broken and near-dead in her own house. Six years later, Freya was nothing short of the Luna that she was destined to become sooner rather than later and she had earned the respect of each and every pack member in her own right. In short, there was nothing 'cute' about her anymore. She was a full grown woman and a warrior.

Freya scrambles back to the corner and pulls the thin blanket tighter around her body as she trembles in fear. "Freya… I know what I look like, look at me," I softly speak, slowly I reach out and pull her chin up to meet my gaze. She whimpers and pulls away, I let the glamour reveal my face so she can see who I am. "Daddy!" Freya's body violently shakes when she throws herself into my arms with tears freely flowing down her face.

She doubts she will be allowed that to happen tonight. Their movement stopped and that was when Freya realized that they were in front of the door to the party. She took a deep breath and then released her nervousness and anxiousness filling her whole body. Her mother and her sister-in-law with her weren't helping, she wished Bianca was here but she had to be in the kitchen, which needs her more than Freya did' According to Bianca. She rolled her eyes sarcastically at her maid's words. There is nothing to be panicked about, it is ok. She is Freya, the girl who loves nature, who loves to explore and fear no one. That is who she is, the person she needs to be.

Her widened eyes blinked at Blaire, already knowing the answer was wanting Blaire to admit it, thereby indirectly accepting her unspoken offer to help. Freya was a nice girl; despite being of a high rank, she was like a kid in a candy store who could easily turn into a sly vixen whenever she pleased, especially when she was horny. Her aura when faced with something serious was also different, but other than that, she preferred to take on the resemblance of a child. She smiled a lot, and her fascination when presented with something new and different was almost…

he says a little too condescending for my liking, but I let it go. I’m incredibly panicked. This is the first time I’ve left my Pack for any amount of time that wasn’t related to a crisis of some sort. I’m going home with Colby. I can’t wait to see his Pack, meet his family, and especially meet Amelie. I have some gifts for her, that Colby helped me pick out. A purple elephant – she collects elephants, and she loves the color purple. And a little necklace with an elephant on it. From what Colby has told me this will be her first big girl jewelry. I can’t wait to see her little face.

Yet she said nothing, only cast Freya a murderous glare before following him. “No one touches her,” Lycril snapped over her shoulder at Enzo and Amanda. “You heard Richard. Stay away.” When they finally left, silence pressed heavy against the walls. Freya drew her knees to her chest, burying her face in them. Her cheek still burned, her lip bled, but it was the words echoing in her skull that made her tremble. Beta Xavier. Northridge Pack. A bargain. Whatever her father had agreed to, she knew one thing for certain—