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"You deserve that and so much more." I nod my head, appreciating her words but still cautious. "What about you?" I ask, tilting my head. "You said you rebuilt your life. What does that look like?" Freya leans back, her gaze distant as she gathers her thoughts. "For a long time, I just wandered, searching for my place in the world again. I tried joining a couple of packs, hoping to find belonging, but nothing ever felt right. Eventually, I realized I needed something different. So, I started my own pack. We’re not like most others, we don’t have a specific territory or pack grounds. We love the freedom of the open road, traveling from place to place. There’s something liberating about it... l

“What do you think I am?” She heaved a big sigh. “The assassin!” She laughed and fell back. “Flarry must have told you a lot about me.” Arya nodded. “He says you're one he can barely defeat no matter what, but will surely defeat if he's consistent.” Freya shook her head. “He lied! I will chop off his head if he's consistent in attacking me. I am merciless!!!” “Fine! Be merciless to me, but please, keep me alive.” Arya pleaded.

Magic spiraled into her chest like it belonged there and something inside her unlocked. Her eyes snapped open, white-gold and endless. She raised her hand and caught the Rift-light midair. Then she crushed it. Kade staggered. His expression shifted, shock, then rage. “You’re becoming what I am,” he snarled. “No,” Freya said, rising into the air. “I’m becoming what you should’ve been.” Light exploded behind her. She reached for her power fully. Unleashed it now and the battlefield turned gold. And that’s when we saw it....

She needed a distraction, something to give her the opportunity to break free. “I can prove it’s urgent,” she said suddenly, her voice strong and determined. “Just let me reach into my bag, and I’ll show you.” Aaron’s grip loosened slightly, and Freya seized the moment. She swiftly reached into her bag, her hand wrapping around a small vial. With a swift, practiced motion, she flung the vial at the soldiers’ feet. The vial shattered, releasing a cloud of thick smoke that enveloped the area. Confusion and coughs erupted from the soldiers, and Freya used the opportunity to pull away from Aaron’s grasp. She darted through the smoke, her cloak billowing behind her.

I questioned smiling widely, I don't know but this gives me joy so much and i can't help it but smile more. "We are gonna pick them tonight, you can't decide to pick them yourself. There would be a fight battle and you will pick the strongest, that's how we work here cause most of them train every day and their strength do change. Using Nicole and Gracie, Nicole was the strongest in the female lane when it comes to fight battle and missions but shockingly, Gracie is now the strongest when it comes to the female. Freya is the strongest of them all, her strength can't be match, she was weak when she came here but due to her training intensively, she learn so fast and i am always amazed my her

“You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.” Omega. He spat the word like an insult, but I couldn’t even understand or care about what he was saying. I just wanted out! “Release me immediately.” I gritted my teeth. “You can’t do this.” “It’s already done.” My nails dug into my palms. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. I wasn’t a bloody omega or whatever. I wasn’t some property to be sold. I was Freya Vaughn. And I would destroy every single person who thought they could take away my freedom.

He fell into the ground with a thud and Freya laughed, the fire around her died down and she stood tall looking straight at him. "I will enjoy torturing you Lain navier edevane until you take your fucking last breath" she muttered bitterly. Axel collapsed into the dirt panting heavily. I couldn’t tell if he was actually hurt or if he just felt like it. Freya’s power wasn’t exactly meant for healing injuries. It was more for intimidation and torment. And that was what Freya intended to do. She would torture me and force me to live every moment as a living nightmare. Axel sighed, his hands reached up to rub at his red cheek where Freya had burned it.

She greeted with a tentative smile. “I’m so sorry. I haven’t gone near him I promise. I won’t. You saved me. You got me out of there and this is how I repay you. I’m so sorry.” I rushed out, stuttering a little as tears started to well at the thought of fucking this up. “Hey slow down, Freya I have no idea what you are talking about.” She uttered and now I did panic, how had no one bothered to tell her? “Damian. He um. He’s my true mate. I’m so sorry. I won’t I promise. I won’t go near him. I haven’t rejected the bond, I don’t really want to go crazy, but I will if you want me to.”

Torin was always the first to volunteer for dangerous missions, driven by a fierce loyalty to our cause and an unyielding sense of duty. Freya Freya, the healer, possessed an innate talent for herbal medicine and healing magic. Her gentle touch and soothing presence brought comfort to the wounded and weary. Freya's compassion was matched only by her bravery, as she never hesitated to put herself in harm's way to help others. Soren Soren was a skilled swordsman with lightning-fast reflexes and unparalleled agility. His dual swords flashed through the air with deadly precision, and he could disarm an opponent in the blink of an eye. Soren's confidence and charisma made him a natural leader amo

Skyrana’s fire towered higher, a storm of merciless silver that devoured everything in its path. And still, Freya rose. Step by step, her body trembling like a broken blade reforged in battle, she forced herself upright. The storm whipped around her, but she did not bow. Her hair streamed like molten gold in the firelight, her eyes blazed with their own inferno, and her body was carved into silhouette by her defiance. The Sword pulsed in her hand, alive with her heartbeat, answering her will. For the first time, Skyrana’s flawless mask cracked. Her smirk faltered, and in her perfect silver eyes flickered something sharp and cold. Doubt.