The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate
I shake my head, my voice edged with disbelief.
Freya simply smirks at me.
I take a step forward, closing the distance between us slightly, and my voice turns icy.
“I will tell you the same thing I told Alpha Jensen. Shadow Vale is a peaceful pack. I will not be dragged into this war.”
Freya watches me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. But there’s something in her eyes, something calculating. And I don’t like it.
Freya’s expression shifts in an instant. Gone is the smug smirk and playful demeanor, what replaces it is twisted, cruel, and filled with malice. The room seems to darken around her, the weight of her presence growing heavier.
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