Novel & Cerita Freya Keelin

Her appearance bore a resemblance to Kingsley's, but unlike Kingsley's introverted and deep aura, hers was overpowering, giving off a sense of oppression. The woman glanced at Charlotte and Chris, nodded in greeting, then asked, "Where's Kingsley?" "Kingsley... he's in the school warehouse, facing off with Theo... He challenged Theo..." "What the fuck!" Freya's expression turned ice cold. "Report to the forbidden room for three months!" Carl's face paled, but he didn't argue and murmured respectfully, "Yes." As Freya turned to leave for the school, she paused, looking at Charlotte. "Do you want to come with me?"

She replied, “Um. Freya King… also loves the outdoors, but most of the time, Freya loves to make jewelry… and spend time with family—hence, her business.” The inner devils slapped their foreheads! It was a hopeless case. Sterling Van did not merit a second meeting. *** Later that evening, Freya bought a gallon of ice cream and a bag of chips. She started watching K-dramas, as suggested by her inner thoughts. Kenneth arrived at around ten, surprised to find her still awake. He sat next to her on the sofa, asking, “How was your date?” Freya shook her head, saying, “Freya King did not enjoy her date. Freya will never see Mr. Sterling Van again.”

She replied, “Um. Freya King… also loves the outdoors, but most of the time, Freya loves to make jewelry… and spend time with family—hence, her business.” The inner devils slapped their foreheads! It was a hopeless case. Sterling Van did not merit a second meeting. *** Later that evening, Freya bought a gallon of ice cream and a bag of chips. She started watching K-dramas, as suggested by her inner thoughts. Kenneth arrived at around ten, surprised to find her still awake. He sat next to her on the sofa, asking, “How was your date?” Freya shook her head, saying, “Freya King did not enjoy her date. Freya will never see Mr. Sterling Van again.”

She was trying desperately to mend the situation. “She is not Freya! She can never be Freya!” Clinton interrupted. His voice was thick with emotion. “Freja is timid and introverted, the kind who prefers to stay in the shadows. But Freya…. uhmm....” His voice softened, “Freya was vibrant, self-assured, and effortlessly commanded any room she entered.”

King Edward spoke at last, his voice like ice, “have no claim unless recognized by the Council.” “And I suppose your little puppet is more acceptable?” Freya snapped, her eyes burning as she looked at Melinda. “You're a perfect omega?” Melinda flinched, but Luna Laura placed a protective hand on her shoulder. “She is pure,” the Queen said coldly. “Untainted. She has served this pack with grace while you ran to your past like a coward.” Freya stepped forward. “I didn’t run. I survived. I protected my children. I escaped captivity, torture, witches, and my abusers. And I did it alone.” Her voice cracked. “So don’t you dare question my strength.”

Freya It worked, we were actually free and one of the bastards was dead to boot, sure I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t me ripping his throat out, but Cali seemed to be on a mission and let’s face it, there was no way I was getting close enough to her to challenge her. Whatever the fuck she was, it was crazy, and I felt myself becoming jealous of another wolf for just about the first time in my life. Like I seriously want flames, so fucking cool. Movement out of the corner of my eye had the hair standing up on the back of my neck and I pounced before I even took it in, shielding Cali while she had her ‘Oh fuck I just killed someone’ moment. But the sight before me stopped me dead.

"Scarlett." ******

He would be so disgusted by her that he’d have no choice but to avoid her. Kelly had planted a poison for Freya that would ensure she never gets pregnant. The substance was also supposed to make her very weak and powerless so she wouldn’t be able to spend any time with Alpha Rafe. But when Kelly had seen Freya, she’d been shocked to see that she was completely fine. Kelly paced her chambers, her mind consumed with thoughts of Freya's current state. The poison should have worked, weakening her despised stepsister to the point of sickness. Yet, as Kelly peered out the window, she caught a glimpse of Freya strolling through the palace gardens, arm-in-arm with Alpha Rafe, her laughter carrying o

"Stay back, Kelly. I don't wanna do this with you." "Don't worry, I ain't gonna kill you, but at least, I'll do some thing that's gonna be worse than death itself." She brought out the small knife she had hid underneath her gown which she had tied on her thigh. Freya was scared, she couldn't defend herself. She couldn't fight for her freedom and she was beginning to miss those days when she had normal legs. "Kelly... just stop this! You don't wanna do this." "I really do wanna do this as soon as possible. I wanna watch you scream and cry. I wanna take that beauty off your face so Vincenzo will have no reason to look at your face."

“You. I think I've seen you before.” “I…don't think so,” Alaina responded, pushing her hair to the back nervously. Why was she nervous? “I don't think we've met, ma'am.” “On the contrary, I think we have.” Freya persisted. It felt like she was pushing some kind of agenda and my patience was wearing thin. “And I can't seem to place a finger on it. I never forget those people I'd seen before, so I'm pretty sure I've met you. It doesn't matter though. My name is Freya, Daughter of RavenThorn and Alexander's Luna to be.”