Freya Familia Novels & Stories

"Freya, who's this guy?" Without a second thought, Freya took the bouquet and tossed it straight into the trash can beside her. Then, she dusted off her hands and answered nonchalantly, "Oh, him? He's Logan's sworn brother, and he also happens to be my dad's chosen heir. And apparently, he's the guy my family wants to set me up with." The other man's face twisted with fury as he locked eyes with Andrew. "I'm only going to say this once: stay away from Freya. Disappear from my sight, or I'll make you wish you were never born."

Ever since my mother ran away after my birth, he had been the one taking care of me with everything he had. One secret about him was that even though he was the Beta, he didn’t have that much power in the pack. He was supposed to be the advisor to the Alpha but Freya’s father was given that position as a gift of friendship from the Alpha. The three of them has been friends since they were young and they grew up together to take up their different positions but as an Omega, Freya’s father wasn’t worthy of the position.

Freya begged. " You haven't lost all of your family. You've got Zara, Cole, Beau, Asher, these kids. Their all your family. And so is the rest of the pack. It might not seem like it, but they are your family too. I promise." I say. She nodded as tears started running down her face and she hugged me and it felt like she was never going to let me go. " I love you sister." Freya says. " I love you to. You take care of my kids okay." I say.

“Nothing much. I’m here to claim a debt from your mate,” “What debt?” Freya hissed in irritation “I don't owe you anything,” “But you do,” I chuckled. “I freed you from your little house arrest stint and got your mate released from jail. Of course, you’re going to do me a favor, 'cause that’s what family does. Help each other. And we’re family, are we not?” I could practically see the thoughts racing in her head as her face turned red. “You’re not married to my dad. We’re not family,” she spat.

“You are not the last, child. You are the only.” The words landed like stone chains, dragging Freya into a truth she hadn’t wanted but could no longer deny. The only one left of her bloodline. The only silver-haired flame. Her vision blurred with tears. “They killed my family to stop me before I even knew what I was…”

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.

Freya said, making Marco fall silent for a moment. "That means you also love your uncle?” Marco asked, making Freya nod without hesitation. "Yes, of course, because Mom said Uncle is also our family, so we have to love each other,” Freya replied, leaving Marco unable to say anything else. It was very clear that they were really close, not just when they were talking before leaving. Freya's expression of affection had already proven everything. Marco wanted to ask about Freya's father. Did she know about him? But he refrained. Marco was afraid Letta hadn't told Freya anything about her father yet. She might be too young to hear all the facts about his existence. Marco could only be content fo

“And this time, I don’t mean it literally. If Cameron is the protector, the Freya looks after those who might not be comfortable enough to stand in front of an Alpha directly. She’s the heart of the pack and she needs to put everyone’s needs before her own…and sometimes, that means to make strict choices.” “But I still don’t get why she’s the one to discipline her brother.” I huffed. “It should be her parents.” “Well…it’s not my story to tell, but Freya’s parents are long dead and she’s the only one he has.” Sarah gave a sad smile as she looked back at Julian, who was at a table overlooking the windows, silently eating his lunch. “And believe it or not, Freya would move heaven and earth if a

The Shaw family had identical twins. Felicity, the older one, was arrogant and a bully. Freya, in contrast, was calm and controlled, preferring to kill without ever lifting a hand. Initially, the Shaw family had placed all their hopes on Felicity. They never expected her to be so in love with Jason that she would behave like a hopeless romantic who would throw tantrums and threaten death over him. Out of desperation, the family poured all their resources into Freya. Ever since she was 16, Freya had been sent to Merica to receive the finest education. They demanded that she return by 30 to take over the family business.

“The Moon Goddess gave some families her power. You know them by signs: silver or gray eyes, love for moonlight, and power that comes when they need it most. The power wakes with big feelings: fear, love, anger.” Gray eyes. Like storm. Like Freya’s. I read more. “The Community hunted these families many years. They thought the power too big. They killed most. The last real family was Laurent. All gone after...” The page was cut. No more. Laurent. George’s last name is Laurent. Same name? I closed the book slow. My head went fast. If Freya has Moon Goddess power, she is very important. Viktor would give anything for her.