Novel & Cerita Originals Freya

she said grabbing my hand, I brushed it off, only for her to grab my head scraf. I turned around quickly. " What's wrong with you?" I yelled, fixing my scarf. However, she didn't pull away. She turned around to the group of girls she was with, smirking. " Oh, you think I would always be that the pathetic friend of a piece of dirt like yourself?" She said, her attention on me now. " Poor you, you think you are something special, huh? God, what was I thinking being a friend of a disgusting item like you."

She could feel him trying to be careful with her and it made her laugh softly as she took her mouth from him for a moment. Freya was a vampire and a very old one. She had learned the techniques of giving pleasure with her mouth long before he was ever born. She didn't need him to be careful, she needed him to be wild with need, to let go and forget everything but the bliss she was giving him. Her hot mouth once more took his cock but this time she gave into her own needs and slid him relentlessly inside her mouth.

I needed to drink some water. I walked to the kitchen and took a glass and poured some water from the jug in it. It quenched my thirst almost instantly. I happily went back to the living room where I found Faryah majestically walk down the stairs. I stared at how beautiful she looked in the dress. It was a royal blue flay dress with a some shiny patterns and an average length train. There were some ruffles from her stomach that had a lighter shade of royal blue and they stopped a little above the knee. The flay and full part of the dress were decorated with flowers and glitter. She looked so pretty. Her sleeves were long and her white scarf was styled perfectly. Her scarf had a shiny silver

Her widened eyes blinked at Blaire, already knowing the answer was wanting Blaire to admit it, thereby indirectly accepting her unspoken offer to help. Freya was a nice girl; despite being of a high rank, she was like a kid in a candy store who could easily turn into a sly vixen whenever she pleased, especially when she was horny. Her aura when faced with something serious was also different, but other than that, she preferred to take on the resemblance of a child. She smiled a lot, and her fascination when presented with something new and different was almost…

Mordeu playfully smacked her head, biting his lower lip, “What kind of idea did you get in that head of yours?” Freya was all laughter, “You were the one who said it felt so good. I wanted to know what felt good so I can try.” Mordeu raised an eyebrow at her, scrutinizing her appearance, “And if I do tell you, who are you going to try it with?” Freya glanced ahead; Fjall and Ayra were tied together, there was no separating them. Cillian had made Mordeu feel good even though she was never told how. And then there was Alana, who just like her, was free and single.

Does Ciara have this same aura? Freya smirks before answering my mother’s questions, “I am Freya Rose Nordin of the Northern Isles Pack. I am the daughter of Former Alpha King Erik Iver Nordin and Queen Mother Helen Andora Nordin.” She spoke proudly. “This doesn’t make any sense. Hazel said she was just some she-wolf from her old pack. Some No-name whore!” My Mother looked like she was about to collapse from the pressure of Freya’s aura. I look around the room and notice that everyone is in some sort of pain except for me.

Fear. “She’s a hybrid…” “She ran away…” “She was mated to other alphas… not royal blood…” Freya stepped out from the SUV with her spine straight despite the ache in her bones. She didn’t wear a crown. Her clothes were torn. Her body bore the scars of torture. But her children were beside her, safe and sound, and her mates stood at her sides. And still, it wasn’t enough. Luna Laura descended slowly, lips pressed into a thin line.

“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.

“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.”

She heard Aiden in her head, and looked up, her eyes scanning the hall. She wondered if she should greet, but then decided against it. They didn't deserve her greeting. “I am Freya, as most of you know. I am a hybrid. Not a werewolf of course. I am sure of that-glad I didn't get that gene though.” Freya started. “No offense mom.” She said, giving Sheila a side glance. Sheila shrugged. She understood her daughter's anger against the pack.