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I clip. Curled up on her bay window I finally take her in. Freya looks beautiful. The yellow compliments her hazel eyes beautifully. Her chestnut brown hair comes down in voluminous waves all the way to her hip. The yellow ball gown clings to her waist and flairs down elegantly. There's an assortment of gems and diamonds on the bodice and skirt accentuating the already gorgeous gown. Freya is a goddess and the Alpha would be stupid not to pick her... if he could get past the fact she's bat shit crazy.

she said, voice like steel kissed by fire. She raised her arms, and from her fingertips erupted a wave of runes, silver and sacred, cutting through the chaos like truth. The forest paused. Even Skyrana stilled. “You think you can choose?” the goddess hissed, trembling with fury. “You are made of me.” Freya stepped forward. “No. I'm Freya of the north. Just Freya.” Then she slammed her hand to her chest. The silver light erupted, violent, radiant, unstoppable. It burned away the sky. It split the trees, and it roared louder than flame.

Freya’s face tightened, her mouth falling open slightly before she snapped, “No. I’m the beta’s daughter from—” “Was,” I corrected, cutting her off before she could try to reclaim what she had already lost. Freya looked like she had swallowed something sour. “Is something wrong?” Adrian asked, his tone calm but alert. Freya glared at us both but didn’t answer. Adrian turned to her with a polite smile. “I’m Adrian,” he said, extending his hand. Freya hesitated but eventually took it. “I’m Freya,” she replied, her voice a touch defensive. “And I’m not who you think I am.”

I turned around slowly. Freya stood near the doorway, holding a digital chart against her medical coat. She was twenty-three, a junior neuro-researcher assigned to my mother's private floor. She was breathtaking in a quiet, effortless way, with long, dark hair tied back loose, warm almond eyes, and a soft, genuine smile that seemed entirely out of place in a world dominated by grief and cold tactical calculations.

Alpha Alaric asked next, his eyes watching her suspiciously. "I am here for the girl." Freya said. "I had to wait eighteen years before showing myself." "What are you talking about?" Alpha Alaric frowned. He didn't like where the conversation was going. "I'm talking about the girl you adopted as your daughter. The one you found on your doorstep eighteen years ago." Freya answered. "How do you know this?" Alpha Alaric asked. Freya smiled before answering. "Because I'm the one who put her there, so you could find her."

He was serious about studying and never went to parties organized by Freya's family. Life went on for Chadwick, but after many months of being with Freya daily, feelings started to get involved. She started giving him more attention and even hinted at how she liked him. Freya had a very slender body. She had long black ombre hair, green eyes, and a cute face. Her sweet side made Chadwick quickly fall in love with her. She belonged to the rich and famous. Freya was a model and an actress too. Because of her status, Chadwick hesitated to confess his feelings for her, but ultimately, he gathered his courage and told her the truth.

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."

Suddenly, the Alpha slammed into her hard Freya cried out with pleasure as she rode him, gripping his shoulder tightly as the waves of pleasure washed over her and their body began rocking violently as both chased after their orgasm. Her nails dug into his flesh as her muscles tightened around him and she came undone into a million pieces. “Oh my god!” Freya yelled as her orgasm kept rolling off her in wave after wave. Tears streamed down her face as she felt the last few waves of ecstasy run through her. “Fuck.” Greyson muttered.

she said proudly, causing Tiffany to laugh. Freya Meyer was one of Tiffany's best friends. She was a very short girl with short blonde hair that she usually let roam freely in curls around her face. Her strong spirit and determination allowed her to become the student body president when she ran for it last year, and Tiffany had ended up as her assistant. Freya was also transgender, and so it hadn't been easy. Even now some people sent disgusted looks at her as they passsed, some going so far as to call her 'Fred', which was the name she used to go by. Freya was already accomplished at ignoring these types of people and pretended as if she couldn't see or hear them, but Tiffany still sent de

FREYA’S POV: Working with the group had been surprisingly stress free through the rest of the week with not that much drama as I had expected. Just occasional glares from Elena and Silas, of course mostly keeping to himself and the best part is; we are more than halfway done. For the reason to get over with it once and for all, I stood right before the full length mirror in the room, getting dressed on a Saturday. I settle for an off white long sleeved crop top with a simple sunflower design on the front, light blue shorts and a pair of white converse. I look simple enough…