Freya Is It Wrong Novels & Stories

I repeatedly stressed, "We have very limited funds, and we're not wealthy. Why do you always insist on buying things we can't afford?" In response, she went and posted about me on a social media influencer's page dedicated to relationship advice.

Tears rolls freely down my cheeks. He continues his taunts. “Did your mother not tell you the origin of your birth?” he drawls mockingly, a smug look on his face. “Oh, it slipped my memory that I fed from her, draining all her bitter blood. Then I guess, I have to do the honours.” He leans closer. “You, Freya is an hybrid. Hybrids like you are dangerous and should be kept in correctional facilities.” My fingers dig into my palm, almost drawing blood. He's lying.

“You handed campaign funds to your mistress? She blurted out. “Freya, can you calm down?”I tried talking to her. Freya’s face turned furious. She stood up from the chair. “Do you know what you have done? You have been funding her while she works against you. This money could have helped the pack but instead you gave it to that woman. She is not using that money for anything Leo.” Her voice grew stronger as she continued. “ The people are already struggling and yet you keep giving out such a huge amount of money to Caroline. This kind of weakness makes you look foolish. It makes the entire pack look weak.”

Freya's voice pitched higher. "Calling your Adrian." Her pupils contracted as she snatched my phone away. "Are you seriously going to tattle? Run to him like a pathetic—" "Give it back." "No! What if you tell him I—" "Ms. Freya, if you can actually claim him, that's your skill. Your victory. I won't interfere." My voice went cold. "But if you're treating me like your rival, I'm sorry—I may not have your background, but I've never let anyone walk over me."

His complete refusal to acknowledge the damage Rachelle was doing—or the fact that Freya had done nothing but defend herself in the aftermath. It wasn’t just irritating. It was infuriating. What Bryan didn’t understand—what I doubted he ever would—was that Freya wasn’t someone I needed to keep “in place.” She didn’t need controlling. She wasn’t some liability to manage. She was a woman who had been shoved into a spotlight she never asked for, dragged into drama she never caused, and still somehow carried herself with grace. And I’d be damned if I let anyone—Bryan, Rachelle, or anyone else—make her feel otherwise.

“But you’re you, and I’m me. We both did what we needed to do, nothing more, nothing less.” Freya inched closer as she raised her fists again. She had since understood the place her trait had in her life. It certainly wasn’t the answer to everything, and it might seem like it was wrong at times. But it wasn’t actually wrong - what was wrong was her own perception of it. Her interpretation of it. Freya had come to believe that it applied to everything that she did in life. But over the course of all the problems she had faced, realized that wasn’t how it worked at all.

“Do you have any idea how much I loathe what you did? What you gave to another man? You’re my mate, Freya! My chosen!” Freya shook her head, her voice breaking. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Ryder. I never wanted this to happen. I was weak… I was stupid… but I never wanted to hurt you.” Ryder took a step closer, his eyes blazing with anger. “You didn’t mean to hurt me? You didn’t want this to happen? Then why did it happen, Freya? Why did you betray me?” Freya opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. What could she say? To be honest, Freya wasn’t quite sure why she had done what she had done. All she knew was that it had been a mistake. Terrible and irreversible.

For Freya to ask that of me meant a lot. Freya told me a few things that she wanted me to tell Peyton when she got older. Once she was old enough to understand what Freya did, she wanted Peyton to know that she chose the wrong things in life which ended up hurting a lot of people just so she could be something special. Freya wanted Peyton to know that she knew what she was doing and took the blame upon herself alone. She also wanted Peyton to remember to always be the shining star for those around her. Her words shocked me to my core. Freya was truly remorseful for what she had done. I could hear it in her voice and feel it in her words. She was not pretending at all but being serious instea

she said, making my heart break more than it already is. Not her too. She can't be doing this. " or, oh did your stepfather break it" she said mockingly, my eyes widened, she took it too far. " Did I hit a nerf" she said smirking, I blinked once, twice. I could not believe my ears. NO, NO, No!!!!! my eyes sting, my heart aching, I felt sick, like I am about to faint. How cruel would my life get? Ignore Karima!! she doesn't deserve this, my subconcious told me;

I have nothing more to say to you; you should continue with your friend. "You don't have to behave like this; Selene isn't as bad as you have portrayed her; she is actually a nice person." As I was speaking, Freya interrupted. "She isn't as bad as you thought , so why don't you go to her?" she responded. "Talking of the devil, here she is," Freya said, her expression vehement.