Freya Is It Wrong Novels & Stories

She wrote about wanting to tell me the truth a thousand times, about biting back the words because she feared what my father might do if I knew. Freya is so much stronger than she realizes. She carries herself like she's weak, like she's nothing special, but I see the Alpha power in her even if Marcus refuses to acknowledge it. He sees it too, I think, and that's exactly why he works so hard to diminish her at every opportunity. He's afraid of what she might become if she ever recognized her own strength, afraid she might challenge him the way I never could. I wish I had the courage to tell her, to help her see what I see when I look at her. But I'm too afraid, too worn down by years of bein

I refused to allow him soil Freya's name. "I don't mean to be rude, Rafe. But making Freya Hadid your favorite? Do you not realize how much of a huge let down this is? The council already mentioned that they favored either Jessica or the other lady from a diplomatic background, Aurora. I don't have anything against Freya.." "Lady Freya." I corrected slowly with a venomous glare. "I do not have anything against…Lady Freya.. but you are going against the councils plans. We both know that Lady Freya is not the ideal choice for you. You need some time to think and consider this. This will change a lot of things!"

I tilted my head, a sly smile appearing on my lips. “Because you are not fucking fit to be here!” She snapped, her face turning her anger. “Damn, her smile irritates me” she muttered under her breath, snapping her face to the side as she ran her hand through her hair. “Why am I not fit to be here?” I stepped towards Freya who looked surprised. “What makes you so special?” I asked. “You are a murderer! And a lowly omega! Right now, you are stepping out of line!” Freya poked my chest with her finger.

“That’s it? That’s all you got? And here I thought you were the future Luna. If you aren’t tough enough to handle me then what’s the point of-” “That’s the difference, isn’t it?” Freya shook her head. “You’re frustrated and you want to take your anger out on me. You want me to ‘handle’ you. What for? Aren’t you old enough to figure out your own emotions? I know that you’re confused about your feeling for Alex and Alpha Krimson, but all of us are the same here. We want to figure out exactly why you want to follow Alpha Krimson so blindly, just as much as you do.”

To go after the title is a serious act. “I want her banished.” We couldn’t have someone like that around us. It didn’t matter how young she was. “She made a mistake. She’s young and confused. She didn’t mean harm. She just wanted to prove herself. I defeated her. Now she knows where she stands,” Freya said. “I hate that I missed that,” I said. My anger faded a little, replaced by relief. “Elise would be happy to recant it for you, play by play, if you asked,” Freya said.

“You threatened my mate. You tried to destroy my pack. You built your power on fear and called it order. It stops now.” The pack listens. Every word lands. This moment will be remembered. “You don’t die by my hand alone,” I continue. “You die by ours. Together. That’s the justice you never believed in.” Beside me, Freya doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t soften. She is calm in a way that only true certainty allows. “You tried to erase me,” she says, her voice clear and steady. “You called me a mistake. A weakness. Something that shouldn’t exist. But here I am.”

“I don't want to do it, Frey, I don't want to meet the man responsible. Father wasn't a righteous man——” “Righteous man or not, everyone deserves the right to life, to change and no one was high enough to judge another,” Freya said angrily, “he was your father, and he treated you badly, you didn't kill him, if anyone had a right to, it should be you, but you didn't, if anything you loved him and for you he deserves to be alive to see the strong beautiful woman you'll become. That's why I'm so angry that he would never get to see that,” Freya pushed back the chair, standing to her feet. She paced the open area in the office furiously. Loretta stood up and went to her, she wrapped her hand aro

He could not believe that he would say such words last night. “I’m being wronged here,” Freya said while crying, “You kept touching me while hugging me last night. Maybe you mistook me for Sarah, but you still wanted to do it anyway. But I couldn’t take advantage of you and I knew that I wasn’t your type so, I had no choice but to make a call. You have a strong physique, so I was worried that one woman wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you. Therefore, I called five women over.”

Mary said and held her back. “I do not want trouble. Leave my way, Mary Quevara.” “And if I don't, loser?” “You get your ugly face ruined by my nails. Back off!” Freya said, getting in front of Tiffany. “I can see the center of your head, Fred. Move away, you dwarf!” “I know you are dumb but I will keep correcting you. It's Freya and Fred.” “No Matter how hard you try to make yourself get accepted, you will always be the male that you are. Now, stay out of this.”

They had offered to help her earlier but she refused. Freya had a lot on her mind. She was thinking about her situation—if she should still try to flee or not—if she should tell Draven to his face that she had feelings for him despite his ever-changing personality—if she should say how she felt about everything and push him to tell her about himself and why he said all those things to her. Did she really make a mistake coming out of that room as he had said?