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Taking a seat, Axel locked the door. Freya turned to me. “I would have preferred to say this in her absence,” she says, and I noticed she was not in a veil this time either; she was in a dark brown suit and pants, her hair done up to reveal her neck. She looked... different, beautiful, even with the scars that were now very much visible. I had never seen her in such a type of clothes. “She is the Luna of this pack, so anything you have to say, I would advise you to speak up before I have to investigate it all myself.”

He was only able to send letters quicker, if he was sending it to his fellow witches/wizard like him. "I have never seen you so addicted to your phone before." Britney stared at me wide eye... I had to drop my phone immediately. Staring at her makes me feel weird a little bit, cause she looks so much like Freya and maybe this is the reason why I didn't really miss her so much. The only difference between her and Freya is the hair. Freya has a dark colored hair, while Britney is a brunette.

Freya was still sketching furiously, "what do you think about this neckline? It says 'I'm sophisticated' but also 'I could totally kick your—'" "Freya!" Eden cut in, though she was fighting a smile. "Maybe focus on the sophisticated part?" "Fine," Freya sighed. "But I'm keeping the side slit. For mobility purposes, of course." "Of course," we all echoed, not believing her for a second.

My aunt said, dismissing herself from my presence, as I fell into deep thinking about who this cousin of mine was. NICHOLAS “Do you think that what we did to Freya was right?” I asked my brother the moment we entered the car heading to the office for a meeting. For a moment he was silent, and then he suddenly responded. “You said it yourself, brother. Freya is a maid who doesn't deserve to be married to us. She cannot be our Luna,” he responded to me grumpily, like he always would. I frowned. I knew that she wasn't fit, but there should be an exception since she was our mate.

I will teach her wrong things little by little. Make her doubt. Make her alone. And while she tries to be perfect my way, I will learn about her power. Maybe I tell Viktor. Maybe not. Either way, Freya’s days as loved future Luna are not many. She just does not know. That night in my room I took paper. I must write what I know. Freya Laurent – gray eyes, maybe Moon Goddess blood Silver light when rogue attacked George Laurent – same name, maybe family Power came with big fear She does not know she has it

she snapped, “Let me remind you, my mate won’t forgive you if-" “Shhh.” Freya lifted a hand, “I would’ve thrown you into a brothel for daring to ruin my dress. But knowing we might become allies, I thought we could be pleasant. I am Freya, mother of Valtor’s first Queen who died at the hands of our enemies.” Crystal swallowed hard, absorbing the weight of that revelation. “Allies? I don’t understand,” she said after a beat. “And I’m not interested."

The girl shook her head slowly telling me that I had made a big decision. I just sparingly smiled at her as I wandered my eyes around her bruised face down to her big stomach. "Azaia," Bjorn said in a flattering tone and then let go of Safey's hair. It was only then that I was able to observe her closely. Her eye bags are black, sign that she has not slept properly recently. Her body has also dropped a lot since the last time I saw her. I started sweating along with the strong beating of my heart as Bjorn slowly walked closer to me.

We were the trending in Fashion. " Papa Brandon really did it, they're all very beautiful" Faryah said as she smiled. " He named a collection after me Khalid" she added as she rested her head on my shoulder. Her collection were mostly Arabians, 50 apparels and three colour varieties. Mint green Purple And White. They were like the children of Zee's Bliss but a little bit classier.

I clip. Curled up on her bay window I finally take her in. Freya looks beautiful. The yellow compliments her hazel eyes beautifully. Her chestnut brown hair comes down in voluminous waves all the way to her hip. The yellow ball gown clings to her waist and flairs down elegantly. There's an assortment of gems and diamonds on the bodice and skirt accentuating the already gorgeous gown. Freya is a goddess and the Alpha would be stupid not to pick her... if he could get past the fact she's bat shit crazy.

Lust stirred under the stirrups of Wotan’s faded blue trousers, and he grinned at his wild wife. “Free, a drink for your parched ember, from your golden lap,” Wotan winked. Freida grinned, her strawberry blonde hair, peach skin, and freckles aglow as her eyes glowed like copper. “Not my lap – my sword.” Freida, Warrior Mother of the pantheons of the Northern Holds and land of midnight sun, took her blade – shaped like a longsword – it’s opal flesh shining like moonlight out of its gold and ruby hilt, and pressed the tip of razors and ravens claws gently into her grizzled grey harreled hoary husband’s lip, drawing blood.