Novel & Cerita Freya Familia Danmachi

I couldn’t dictate with which tone she used because she was calm and patiently waiting for my answer. “I’m Freya…” I paused to think, “Demitri, Freya Demitri.” “No, you’re not that, you’re Freya Artemis. You are his mate which makes you his Luna, our Luna and you must uphold yourself in that image. Act like it,” she spelt out. I had been so stupid. So stupid to see what’s in front of me. Flabbergasted was how I stared at her. She wasn’t an enemy or a foe, she was a friend.

All the supporters who fought beside him, he gave them loyalty and united as allies. Dante and Freya decided completely to leave the human world, entrusting Dante's businesses into the promising hands of Declan, who would report to him. Freya has been set as the Luna and mate to Dante, and she was meant to be with him at all times. To seal that, before the birth of their child, Freya fell more and more in love with Freya and all of her changing body. They had unquenchable sex, and spent time together, with Dante caring for her. And on the day of delivery, Dante almost passed out as he felt the pain of Freya through the bond. He couldn't stand it.

"Armstrong, you're talking nonsense. You're having an affair. This is a family business. I'm telling you, if you don't cut ties with those little bitches outside today, I won't let you off" Before Armstrong could finish talking to Nicklaus, Freya rushed over from the dinning area, completely ignoring Nicklaus. Nicklaus stood tall and straight in the middle of the hall. He raised his eyes and glanced at Freya without saying a word. Freya was born in a typical violent family. Her father happened to get a mine full of jade resources.

She heard Aiden in her head, and looked up, her eyes scanning the hall. She wondered if she should greet, but then decided against it. They didn't deserve her greeting. “I am Freya, as most of you know. I am a hybrid. Not a werewolf of course. I am sure of that-glad I didn't get that gene though.” Freya started. “No offense mom.” She said, giving Sheila a side glance. Sheila shrugged. She understood her daughter's anger against the pack.

Damien said with an air of indifference to Freya. There had been a time he adored her but right now this wasn't it. She had more power and control over him and he was merely doing this to tame her and keep her in check. So she should not expect any form of affection from him when clearly she was his enemy and competition. "I, Freya of the Johnson Logan's packs accept you, Alpha Damian as my mate" Freya responded as well, but all lovingly, haven her age long dream being fulfilled today.

Freya’s POV I am Freya, and I stole my sister’s husband before gruesomely killing her. Wait! Before you judge me, please hear my story. The day I murdered my older sister started like any other day. I had quickly rushed to the hospital because I was feeling very sick that morning. I had never really believed in miracles before, but as I now sat staring at the doctor's results in my trembling hands, I realized that maybe miracles did exist. Because I was finally Pregnant.

She ran back into the house carefully and straight into Damon legs who was sitting on the couch reading a book to Max. "Daddy, Max look. It's cold white fluff from the sky." Damon stared at her eyes filling with tears and mouth agape in surprise. Max replied to her saying it was called snow as Clary took a seat beside Damon a squeezed his hand in excitement. Freya was starting to feel like part of the family and Damon and Clary couldn't be happier as they loved her just as much as they loved Max. After that, Freya loved being outdoors and she became less shy and quiet. She was constantly talking and running about which meant she got injured quite a lot as although her bones had improved in s

She'd just wait until she got back to their room. “Who is this, Freya?” Mariah asked, placing a hand on Freya's shoulder. However, she was forced to take off the hand when Freya glanced at her and the hand. Nevertheless, she still introduced herself to Mendoza, “Hello, I'm Mariah Armstrong. Freya's sister, different mothers, and I'm the future Luna of my pack.” “Your name doesn't ring a bell. What pack are you from?” Mendoza asked upon realizing she didn't know the pack her arch enemy was from.

She poured herself a glass of wine, toasting to our “success.” “We’re free of her now,” she said, smiling at me. “It’s just us, Damien. The way it was meant to be.” I forced a smile, trying to match her enthusiasm. Freya had always been eager for power, and with Amelia out of the way, she knew she was one step closer to becoming Luna. I didn’t care about her ambition. What mattered was that she was obedient, someone who would never challenge me the way Amelia had. Freya leaned closer, her lips brushing against my neck. “You made the right choice,” she whispered.

No fear of his presence, he had already ticked s bad for Neah and she was going to be in his black list. "My dad is one of the council and elders and whenever a meeting is held at the court in Blue Moon, he comes there, he's Damon's ally so that is how I got to know, satisfied now?" Freya sneered, reaching out to Neah's face and removing the strands of hair that fell to her face. "Damon is especially certain about you, and his brothers as well, I just know Neah after all, I'm also my father's heir" Freya added and Neah swore, she saw something sparkle in Freya's eyes.