Novel & Cerita Freya Is It Wrong

Samael Wülf I thought we had been far enough away from the clearing to not be spotted or sensed, but we clearly weren’t. I knew they wouldn't see or smell me, but when I heard Freya's wailing, I knew they would hear us if we made too much noise. She sounded so heartbroken and I wondered if what we'd done was taking it a step too far. Selene said we would capture Freya as well as her pack, but she was wrong. The only reason why I agreed to help was because I thought we would have Freya locked up and at my mercy. That's what they promised me. Regardless of the anger I felt towards her, I also felt shame and guilt for causing her so much pain. She ripped my heart out and I didn't understand how

Freya’s face tightened, her mouth falling open slightly before she snapped, “No. I’m the beta’s daughter from—” “Was,” I corrected, cutting her off before she could try to reclaim what she had already lost. Freya looked like she had swallowed something sour. “Is something wrong?” Adrian asked, his tone calm but alert. Freya glared at us both but didn’t answer. Adrian turned to her with a polite smile. “I’m Adrian,” he said, extending his hand. Freya hesitated but eventually took it. “I’m Freya,” she replied, her voice a touch defensive. “And I’m not who you think I am.”

“I think so too,” Freya said, gritting her teeth. She wouldn’t have any problem with it, no matter how upset she was, if Kyran’s girlfriend were someone who was even prettier than her. But the thing right now was that his girlfriend was that ugly woman. It was something that she would never accept.

As if answering her question, Gloria passed by and whispered, "That's his fiancée. You should show her some respect." Freya blinked. The word sounded foreign to her. "Is she a breeder?" Gloria froze. Her face contorted. "Excuse me?" Freya's heart dropped. She realized instantly she had slipped. "I meant… I didn’t mean… never mind. I’m sorry." Gloria walked away, clearly disturbed. Freya leaned back in her chair, swallowing the lump in her throat. She had forgotten, even just for a second, that this wasn’t the werewolf world. That there were no breeders here. No forced roles. No packs.

As if answering her question, Gloria passed by and whispered, "That's his fiancée. You should show her some respect." Freya blinked. The word sounded foreign to her. "Is she a breeder?" Gloria froze. Her face contorted. "Excuse me?" Freya's heart dropped. She realized instantly she had slipped. "I meant… I didn’t mean… never mind. I’m sorry." Gloria walked away, clearly disturbed. Freya leaned back in her chair, swallowing the lump in her throat. She had forgotten, even just for a second, that this wasn’t the werewolf world. That there were no breeders here. No forced roles. No packs.

She felt incredibly embarrassed and felt like fainting. “Uh… Didn’t I make it clear just now?” Alex said. Freya wrapped both arms around her essential parts. “What didn’t you make clear just now?” “When I said to take off your clothes,” Alex replied. Freya was furious. “Are you blind? Am I wearing anything right now?!” “But, you’re not even wearing your pants,” Alex said. “What’s up with that?” Freya was stunned. Three seconds later, the realization dawned on her. She had misunderstood his words, and had thought she needed to take everything off…

Plus, it also gave them privacy. “You called him Kev,” Freya pointed out. “Yeah.” She retrieved the file and her phone from the bag at her feet, not sure why she was disappointed at the lack of messages from Kelvin. It had only been a few hours since they last saw, and he mentioned a meeting. He must be at that meeting. “I’ve always called him Kev.” Freya waggled her brows. “Not this way.” “Stop doing that.” “Oh, now you think I can’t do whatever I want with my brows?” They were alone, but she looked around to be sure no one was witnessing her friend’s dramatics. Unfazed, Freya continued. “Well, hello, Leila. My body, my choice.”

"First of all, I would like to say I am sorry. My relationship with your daughter, Freya, did not end well and I never apologized to you for not keeping her safe from getting hurt." Freya's Father shook his head. "Don't say that," he said. "It was the will of Fate. The Moon goddess knows why it all happened. People think Freya is weak because she has never shifted and she appears fragile. But my daughter is stronger than she looks and she is special. Wherever she is, I know she must doing well." He smiled, with confidence. "And I should be the one apologising to you because my other daughter, Sofia, chose to betray you and stick with your cousin, Tristan. Believe me, I do not know how that

"Love is no respecter of anyone, if true love comes knocking at your door, your name is gonna change to Sorry cause you are gonna be swimming in the ocean of love no matter who you are or the position you acquire in life, if love hunts you down, you are gonna turned to an insane person cause you will do anything to make your lover happy, you will even end up forgetting the hurtful things your lover once did to you, that's what is happening to you now, you are in love with the man that made you like this his daughter, like, what the fuck" " It's so shocking, that's fate, just to bring you both together and i believe where ever She is, the same thing you are going through now, that's the same

" You gave me hope and dashed it." " I swear it was not my intention to do so...." I turn to him, glaring daggers at him. If eyes could kill, he would be six feet under by now. "What was your intention then? Go on, tell me." " I wasn't myself that night, Freya," he tried to move to me, but I hold a hand up to stop him. " It was my birthday that night and I had been out drinking with my men. I swear on my life, Freya, I had no idea they had taken into that room to have sex with me, and also they had drugged my drink. I just..I couldn't control myself... I actually... I'm so sorry, Freya."