Freya Familia Novels & Stories

“You know she has a name right” Before he could speak, Enzo, who had been standing next to me snarled. “Watch how you talk to the Rogue King. Freya is his mate, his family, and the mother of his children. And aside from that, she has contributed a lot to the growth of this pack” My eyes closed briefly— An attempt to calm the raging storm inside of me.

Freya took a deep breath and wondered why he couldn't have just answered with just a simple no. Freya wanted the focus to shift away from them, so she asked a question to change the subject. How do you guys know each other?" "His family is part of the organization and he works for me." Freya raised both eyebrows and looked at Viktor. "So, your family is part of the mafia? That's why you always did those things and then managed to fix them? Why didn't you tell me?"

“My first son, Alexander Lefevre, whose dedication to this company has remained unwavering, and his son, my grandson, Bryan Lefevre, present tonight with his wife Rachelle.” Bryan gave a small wave from across the room. Rachelle smiled, thinly. Alexander looked pleased, in his own stoic way. Then Gerald turned to us. “And of course, my second son, Brandon Lefevre… and his wife—the newest addition to this family, Freya Lefevre.” All heads turned. A spotlight might as well have fallen over us. I offered a small nod, hiding the sudden flutter in my stomach. Gerald lifted his glass. “To legacy. To family. To the future.”

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

"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.

Freya was in the closet, she was gazing at the mirror not quite sure of what to say. Is this the life that awaited her? Could she handle it now their family was experiencing numerous issues? She looked at the engagement ring on her finger, as she had flashes of Eamon. She loved him, and that was the verity. Finally, her wedding was around the corner, and she was overwrought that she was going to leave her sisters and the house of witches for a whole new environment with her spouse. She knew Janeka was old enough to lead her sisters through everything that would come their way in the future, but still, she was part of the family. She puffed out, as she walked out of the closet down to the kit

“We’re glad it’s you, Freya.” Gale: “Yeah. You’ve always been our family—now it’s just… official and disturbingly visual.” The Wright siblings laughed again. Graham: “We won’t say ‘Welcome to the family.’ You already are. We’ve known you long before this Rated R desk scene.” Kylee: “Though speaking of family… Freya, you better be prepared for the ‘Twin Curse’ in the men of our family.” Graham: “Both sides. Wrights and Kings. High risk. High quantity.”

"But if you're treating me like your rival, I'm sorry—I may not have your background, but I've never let anyone walk over me." For the first time, real recognition flickered across Freya's face. I wasn't the soft, accommodating she-wolf she'd heard about. The one known for being gentle and agreeable. "My phone." Freya reluctantly handed it back, her bravado faltering. "I just don't understand why everyone in the Storm family sides with you. My father is the head of Adrian's medical operation in Africa. He even got injured saving him, and—" She caught herself, but pushed on. "Anyway, he doesn't love you anymore. Don't think about clinging to him."

"Why is my son's life so miserable? He finally became an Alpha, but he met a traitor like you! You ruined his life!" I glared at her coldly. "Your son's predicament is entirely his own fault. You've known about Winston and Stacy's affairs for a long time, right? You're the one who got the forbidden medicine for him because you know werewolves and humans cannot be together openly. You traded my mother's precious relic to the witch for the forbidden medicine to mask Stacy's human scent, didn't you?" Upon hearing that, her arrogant face instantly lost all color, turning ashen.

Hestia inquired, wanting to start off a conversation. Freya giggled, and replied “I think it’s ‘Daisy Bell’. My mom used to hum it whenever she was cooking or doing her makeup, and now I do too. I even thought that it was a tradition passed down to the women of the family.” Then Freya continued to tell stories about her family, how her parents were both Filipino and yet she has an outstanding height. How they would always come home to the Philippines during Christmas and New Years, and how she would learn another set of Filipino words and even learn how to dance Carińosa.