Freya Graham Novels & Stories

All wolves deserves a pack and was granted a pack title by the Alpha, no matter how dark a status the pack may have. It is possible to say they're pursuers from the dark packs. I squint my eyes but as I force myself to look further, my vision began to turn blurry. The moment my head felt light, my body follows weakly falling down. The happening was so fast it's almost too scary. In the midst of losing consciousness, I still witnessed the way the carriage doors opened before a man with white long hair and peculiar purple eyes stares at me with a smirk. "It is beyond the greatest pleasures to lay my humble eyes on you, Luna Leaxandra."

And then a grunt of pure strain, coming from right outside. I moved without thinking. A blur of speed and I was at the window, looking down. Oh, moon goddess. Freya was hanging by her bloody fingertips from the shattered remains of the ledge. Zara was tied to her back with a bedsheet, screaming her head off, her little arms locked around her mother’s neck. Freya’s fingers were slipping, blood making her grip slick. They were seconds from falling. I didn’t think. I just moved.

Pushing down my unease, I settled into the front row as he’d directed, my hands smoothing my dress nervously. Liam resumed speaking, his voice steady, commanding. “Our new Luna is someone you all know—a kind, courageous, radiant woman, the most breathtaking in our pack.” My cheeks warmed, and I readied myself to stand, my heart pounding with expectation. “It’s none other than… Freya Andre.” The words struck like a dagger, piercing my chest. My shoulders sagged, my face crumpling as the air was sucked from my lungs. My smile dissolved into a hollow, aching void.

she answered, spitting the words into the prince’s face despite the terror gleaming deep in her pupils. Cedrik felt a twisted surge of admiration. He tightened his grip on her wrists, feeling her racing pulse beneath his fingers—an undeniable proof that, though she defied him, her body recognized the predator that had cornered her. Freya’s resistance was not merely physical; it was an affront to his lineage, his Alpha status, and the war he led. Yet the more she fought, the more he felt the need to have her under his control—not as another corpse among many, but as something he needed to unravel, possess, and eventually dominate.

“Now, I’ve got the scent of a filthy omega on me. What will you do to atone for this, huh?” I raised my head to see Freya, a beta-she wolf who has made it her mission to make my life a living hell in the Pack. For some reason best known to her, she saw me as a sort of competition. Looking at me, I didn’t see how I could compete with such a girl. Her red curly hair made her look like a character out of a Disney movie. She was tall and slender and had the sweetest voice. I, however, was her stark opposite. I was short and fleshy, my hair was short and tangled most of the time due to lack of care, and my voice wasn’t lady-like either.

Enough to crawl toward. Enough to fight for. I pulled myself forward, muscles shaking, vision blurring. I had to get out. Had to reach him. He was alive, I knew it. And he was calling for me. The darkness screamed as I crawled, as if it knew it was losing. Veyrix howled in rage. But I kept going. One step, Another, And another. Until the light swallowed me whole__And I was gone. Freya awakens gasping in a field of glowing ash under the moonlight—only to find a strange mark now etched across her chest… and someone waiting beside her she never expected to see.

“Is there a problem?” “AHH!” Freya screamed in excitement, launching herself at Ava in a tight hug. “You’re a lucky charm, Ava! Just today and I already met my role model!” Ava furrowed her brows in confusion. “What are you talking about, Freya?” Covering her mouth with one hand and pointing dramatically at Hazel with the other, Freya said breathlessly, “Hazel is my idol! I love everything about you — your style, your confidence — everything!”

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…

Yet somehow, he had been hopelessly hooked on her for years, even while she adamantly refused to bring him before her pack elders. "Maybe we should have a pup of our own," Gary murmured, his voice turning low and hoarse against her neck. Freya had chosen long ago to remain child-free. She was a prominent figure in the entertainment and pack society circles, and now that she was pushing forty, bearing a pup would put her body at severe risk. She wasn't about to jeopardize her health or her freedom for a bloodline. "Do you think I'm some young female in her early twenties?" Freya scoffed, using her knee to nudge him back. "If you're so desperate for an heir, go find some young pack female to b

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.