Freya Graham Novels & Stories

I still don’t understand the distinction but Ezra said it’s like a vet and a neurosurgeon. Apparently, I’m Freya’s first patient since this Academic year started. She apologized profusely for her absence during my injury and gave me a report of my recovery. She will let me go in time for the arrival of the betas meaning I’ll miss another week of classes. I’m not complaining because Ezra said we can use the time to integrate properly. Freya is a 5’6 ball of energy. I’m visibly stunned as she zooms around the infirmary leaving streaks of golden light from her curly, long and extremely full pale gold hair. By the time she retires for the night, I am drained.

“Who’s going to run the Wright Diamond Corporation if you disappear in the mountains?” “You—Mmm. Grah—” Kenneth raised his hand in surrender. He turned to Freya, eyes closed, nose flaring. “He’s going?” Freya asked. Kenneth nodded. “He said it’s for his sanity, but he wouldn’t tell me why.” “Maybe he saw something, or someone, when he tried to look up Flareholm,” Freya suggested. “Maybe… the mysterious girl?” Six years ago, Graham said, he met someone in Freedonia—someone he felt deeply connected with. But after an eventful night, the same girl vanished without a trace. At least, he couldn’t find her by name.

Someone in the room snorted. Everyone knew Freya was considered the most promising female racer in the country over the past two years. Chloe Bishop's claim sounded laughably overconfident. Freya gave a cold hum. "Is that so? I'll be waiting for you at the finals." "It's a deal." Chloe Bishop replied without a hint of arrogance or insecurity. Then she turned to Xavier Grayson. "Does my explanation satisfy you?"

I wanted to believe that she had helped me because her feelings were genuine…and at that moment, they had felt real. Freya opened the door then, almost like she had been expecting a visitor. But when she saw that I was the one on the other side, he eyes widened in surprise. "Cameron? You're up already?" She opened the door wider, revealing her attire that consisted of an oversized green hoodie and short jean shorts that reached mid thigh. My eyes momentarily travelled her body, fixated on the long, lean legs that seemed to stretch on forever. Freya wasn't very tall, about five feet four, but she was beautifully shaped. If only she hadn't starved herself to feed her brother…

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

"You deserve that and so much more." I nod my head, appreciating her words but still cautious. "What about you?" I ask, tilting my head. "You said you rebuilt your life. What does that look like?" Freya leans back, her gaze distant as she gathers her thoughts. "For a long time, I just wandered, searching for my place in the world again. I tried joining a couple of packs, hoping to find belonging, but nothing ever felt right. Eventually, I realized I needed something different. So, I started my own pack. We’re not like most others, we don’t have a specific territory or pack grounds. We love the freedom of the open road, traveling from place to place. There’s something liberating about it... l

Me and Omega being the mother of the alphas only heir. But I needed this. The feeling of my legs carrying me forward, the slight burn in my muscles from being still for too long, it was the closest I’d felt to freedom in a while. A freedom that I did not value until I found myself losing it. Though technically I did not lose it, I just found myself being misguided towards it. I found myself being pulled away from it. It Evelyn had encouraged me to try and get my strength back, and a short walk around the house seemed like a good start. She was the one person who I knew was genuinely very kind to me, her and Alpha Kael.

Freya had changed. The scouts reported that she had survived Kendrick Hamilton's brutal training grounds. She had faced down senior warriors without backing down. She had commanded patrols, tracked hunter units through the forest and unleashed Alpha power that had remained dormant for three generations. The quiet, clumsy girl who used to blush and lower her head whenever I entered the room had transformed into a fierce, untamed creature who commanded the respect of the fiercest wolves in the North. And worst of all, she had drawn the Hamilton twins.

I cannot let my baby die. Just as Kael took a slow, heavy step forward to surrender to Victoria’s demands, a dark shadow moved at the side of the room. Captain Freya, the head of Kael’s elite palace guards, stepped silently out from behind the velvet window curtains. She was a tall, fierce female warrior with sharp gray eyes and a deep scar running down her left cheek. She kept her leather boots light on the floorboards, her hand resting flat on the hilt of her silver sword. Freya did not look at Victoria. Instead, she locked her fierce gray eyes straight onto Kael.

“She’s calling both of you Daddy like that on purpose to hurt Aurelia.” I reach up and rub my temples as a splash sounded from the diving board area. I look around frantically, wondering who just jumped in, but no one came up to the surface. I see Valerie enter, looking stunning in a blue swimsuit with a good portion of the left side carved out just enough where there’s not a whole lot of fabric over her stomach, but enough covering her breasts and bottom half. I almost forgot that I was looking for the source of the splash. I peel my eyes off my ex-wife, realizing it was Freya who jumped in, but she still hasn’t come above the water. I feel a hand grab my leg, and I jump, pulling her u