Novel & Cerita Freya Originals

The instinct to find her was so strong it was almost physical, like a pull in my chest that didn't care about the note or what it said. She'd left because of the video. After everything. She waited until I was gone before walking out. My phone rang. I picked up on the first ring. It was Orin. His voice sounded level, but just barely. "I think you should know," he said, "that Freya just walked through the front gates of Norwood Pack alone, demanding a formal challenge for her assets. And she's asking to speak to the pack council."

"Clearly, they acted together to bully me, and yet you stand there blind as a bat, seeing nothing! Have you not noticed the injuries all over me?" Freya's eyes burned with rage, but the moment she recalled Selena's cutting words, she forced every tear back. She would never cry in front of a man. She was the daughter of the Desert Hawk, born unlike any ordinary girl. Crying was simply not permitted. Yet, as she looked at Frederick, her heart simmered with resentment.

Hayley told her with watery eyes. “Just be quiet. Let it all out.” Earnestine reiterated. Freya dressed up in a blue flare gown, her black hair was tied into an onion bulb, she stared at the mirror, her gaze meeting the sparkling chains on her neck. The long gold earrings glittered, as the rays of the sun struck it. She looked like an angel. Freya exhaled, closing her eyes. Janeka helped with the make-up, and she looked gorgeous. Eamon texted her the address of where they'd meet, and her sisters made sure she'd look stunning or possibly more than that. Her blue heel shoes matched the long blue flare gown.

She growled, "Yes, I'm fucking mad. With a wild smile on her gorgeous face and dangerously bright purple eyes, Freya glared at me. She wore an expensive evening gown torn in several places, exposing the lovely pale flesh beneath. As much as I hated to admit it, the version of Freya, who was in front of me, stunning in her wrath, was beautiful. She spoke in a loud, assured voice that reverberated throughout the room as she turned to face the pack members gathered for the meal. "I, Freya Brown of the Ironclad Pack, officially reject Lobo Foster of the Nightfall Pack, and from this moment forth, I am no longer your Luna."

Then Freya lowered her voice and whispered, "How's your hottie roommate?" Freya giggled, glancing around before adding, "Your trust fund can now raise a family of ten kids!" Charlie laughed. She asked, "Where are you?" "I'm inspecting my first-ever designs at Adley's main shop!" Freya exclaimed. Then she lowered her voice again. "But Mom and Dad are here. Let me just go to my office." Adley was their family's jewelry brand. Freya, recently appointed as the lead jewelry designer, was now taking on a bigger role in the company. Soon, Freya turned on her camera. Charlie saw that she had settled in. "So, tell me."

But instead of reacting with the anger or questioning Charlotte might have expected, Freya focused on packing her belongings. During her years in Javerton, she had bought many things. It took her a few days to sort through them batch by batch. She donated all her valuable items. After the charity organization came to collect them, Freya was about to take a rest when Kenneth's name appeared on her phone screen. When she answered, it wasn't Kenneth speaking—it was his friend, Wayne Summers. "Freya, Ken's gotten into a conflict with someone and is planning to have a death race. You need to come to the club and talk him out of it!"

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.

"Get on with it or get out." Kelly swallowed hard, summoning her courage. She took a deep breath and blurted out: "Freya's not who she claims to be! She's been deceiving you!" My heart jolted at Kelly's outburst. I narrowed my eyes. "Explain yourself. Now." Kelly gulped. "Freya...she's not a true werewolf, Alpha. She entered this competition under false pretenses, knowing she could never truly give you werewolf children. It's all been a lie."

Finally, he had done it. Freya rolled her eyes, lowering her staff to glare at his reaction. "Listen up, if you can hit me like that again, I'll take you out for the end party of our city festival. We use this special powder from Draekon scales that creates this colourful burst in the sky, it's beautiful." "Are you asking me out?" Valor grinned at her. Freya rolled her eyes, "Don't make me hit you again. You only have one hour, so let's do this."

Before Alejandro can speak…I open my mouth to talk. “I am Fiona.” I reply and she smiles at me. I am Freya. She replies and I gasp. Freya is the name given to someone who is a destined speaker for the gods. No one can take the name Freya except she bears the mark of the dark wolf. I cannot believe that I am standing in front of her right now. It is absolutely unbelievable and shocking all at the same time. I don’t know what to say next and she slowly smiles at me.