Rewriting Fate With The Alpha I Hate
The water nearly spilled, so I set it back down.
“Freya, your husband is such a catch. Please, you have to tell us your secret,” one of the ladies beamed, her face flushed pink as she winked.
I forced a smile.
If they knew what I went through, they wouldn’t think twice about saying that.
“Our marriage was arranged by our families. We barely had a say in the agreement.”
Mrs. Queen nodded, sipping her wine. “Hmm, I heard that too. Thank God he’s good-looking. A lot of arranged marriages tend to flop—especially when a fated mate is out there, searching the ends of the earth.”