Freya Familia Novels & Stories

he said, turning to address the council instead of me, his voice pitched to fill the entire hall, “I can no longer allow someone who would fabricate lies against her own family, who would humiliate this bloodline in front of our allies, to continue to hold a place of honor within it.” The room had gone utterly silent again, that same taut, waiting silence from before the slap. “Effective tonight,” he said, “Freya Ashford is stripped of her title as this pack’s daughter.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

“Nice girl.” Thank fuck, I thought to myself. “And where do you know Freya from?” Damien asked. What the hell is this? An interrogation? I asked myself as I put a smile on my face, reminding myself to breathe. They are just making conversation. It is a special dinner. “Oh! Well like I said we grew up together,” I stammered, thinking up a story as I went. It wasn’t like I could say who she really was. Freya was obviously on the lam, and if she was hiding from Leopold, I imagined she had a good reason. I couldn’t expose her without knowing. “She’s a Blood Moon, part of one of the omega families,” I replied. “Her family worked for mine, and her mother often brought her by to play as she was clo

Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood.

She asked glancing around as we made our way to the ground floor. “Not full-time no. Just the pack leaders. Amber doesn’t live here full time I don’t think. But the others all do.” I answered coming to a stop in the entry hall and ignoring the people rushing around. “Daimo.” Romans voice called through the hall and I turned “Can you grab… Oh never mind. Nice to see you Freya.” He stated before rushing off, his arms filled with goddess only knows what. “Do you need to work?” Freya asked watching the retreating back of Roman.

"In conclusion, you and the Council don't seem to be on good terms. But even if you weren't, no one seems to trust you again. I mean, you couldn't even take out a weak omega properly. That being said, I think it's safe to tell you that Nebra and I are from the Vause family. Cleopatra's younger cousins and as surprising as it may sound, Freya is the youngest member of the main branch of the Vause family." "What is this? The last time I checked, this isn't the month of April." Sarah snorted. Neon's expression hardened as she hissed, "Do I look like a joker to you?" Sarah remained unconvinced. "The main branch of the Vause family only had three children. Two are dead. If I recall correctly, the

"I can use Yael to subdue the old tiger. A little more patience Ivana, you too will have everything you want. The day of reckoning is near. The Grays will kneel and will beg before you." While Jackson and Yael were playing, Freya and Don Vandolf were busy planning for the renovation. "Freya, where are your parents?" Don Vandolf asked. Freya smiled bitterly. "I no longer have parents, senior. I was just a child when they died in a fire," she replied sadly. "I am so sorry to hear that, hija," Don Vandolf said. "How about your siblings? Do they also live here in Monte Carlos?" "I do not have a sibling, senior. I am an only child," Freya said.

Freya. The second my father said those words, something inside me cracked open. Yes… I knew it. Deep down, I had known there was always a hidden motive behind his sudden apology. No one in this family ever did anything without an agenda, especially not when Elaine and Helene were sitting there with their tight, fake smiles and cold eyes. The small flicker of relief I had felt earlier turned sour, twisting painfully in my chest like a knife slowly turning. He kept talking, voice steady and practiced. “You’re the eldest daughter of this family, Freya. You should always try to maintain the reputation of the family. You should always put the family first.”

She retaliated violently. “Who did you say you are?” Arthur's mother intervened in their argument. Freya bowed to her. "I am Freya, a maiden orphan from this pack," she said. Luna scowled at herself. "Maiden orphan? Who are your parents?” Freya took a deep swallow. "Her conscience is weighing in on her. She must be afraid that I am that child." She faked a smile. "I know nothing about my parents. I grew up with my deceased aunt.”

However, he was visibly taken aback by Freya's direct approach. "Is she truly that influential?" Lana asked skeptically. Romelius proceeded to reveal everything he knew about Freya, shedding light on her intriguing persona. "Freya is the second daughter of the Garrison family. She operates with ruthless efficiency while maintaining a discreet profile. In social circles, she's recognized as Cleopatra, a formidable presence. "With Mr. Garrison Senior aging, many of the Garrison family enterprises are under her firm control. If she were a man, the Garrisons would be even more formidable."

"You are like a sister to me, Frey. Nothing could ever make me hate you." Freya smiled gratefully at her reassurance and then blew out a breath. "Fine, here's the whole truth," she said finally and began to narrate everything, leaving no details out. She told us about her pack, her family, the ball and how she was banished for getting marked by a man she knew nothing about. "Is all this even... real?" Elena said with a confused expression. "I mean it's not like I doubt that you're telling the truth, Frey, but... packs? Wolves? You're saying it's all real?"