Novel & Cerita Originals Freya

The air was filled with laughter and music, the happiness of the people a testament to the lifted curse. "And now, for the most joyous news of all," Rafe continued, his voice carrying over the crowd. "Lady Freya is pregnant with my child and will soon be crowned as your Queen." The cheers erupted, a symphony of joy and hope, echoing through the night. I looked out at the faces of our people, their smiles a reflection of the love that had saved us all. I caught Addy's face in the crowd and she blew a kiss at me. I smiled warmly at my best friend. My gaze caught Jessica and Aurora and they both bowed their heads slightly, smiling at me. I smiled back at them, my heart filled with joy.

Freya retorted and walked into the bathroom. Sarah shrugged and changed into a new set of clothes. Minutes later, Freya walked out of the bathroom, a black towel wrapped around her. “You have a nice tattoo.” Sarah commented, seeing the ink of a moon and cross next to each other, on Freya's collarbone. “It's not a tattoo. It's a birthmark.” Freya corrected, going through the clothes in her side of the wardrobe, confused. After more than ten minutes of searching for something to wear, she settled for a skirt which stopped at her ankle and a crop top.

I just want this to be over and done with, maybe when I die all these pain will go. I heard mocking laughter above my head and looked up only to see Freya. Freya is the daughter of the current beta and soon to be Luna. She's everything I am not- beautiful blue eyes with shiny blonde hair, killer body, glowing skin, strong and extremely wicked. She stood there with her minions looking at me with pity? I couldn't quite place what that emotion in her eye is. She laughed all of a sudden and kicked me in the stomach. She pulled my hair and slapped me making me fall back on the floor.

she answered, spitting the words into the prince’s face despite the terror gleaming deep in her pupils. Cedrik felt a twisted surge of admiration. He tightened his grip on her wrists, feeling her racing pulse beneath his fingers—an undeniable proof that, though she defied him, her body recognized the predator that had cornered her. Freya’s resistance was not merely physical; it was an affront to his lineage, his Alpha status, and the war he led. Yet the more she fought, the more he felt the need to have her under his control—not as another corpse among many, but as something he needed to unravel, possess, and eventually dominate.

Plus, it also gave them privacy. “You called him Kev,” Freya pointed out. “Yeah.” She retrieved the file and her phone from the bag at her feet, not sure why she was disappointed at the lack of messages from Kelvin. It had only been a few hours since they last saw, and he mentioned a meeting. He must be at that meeting. “I’ve always called him Kev.” Freya waggled her brows. “Not this way.” “Stop doing that.” “Oh, now you think I can’t do whatever I want with my brows?” They were alone, but she looked around to be sure no one was witnessing her friend’s dramatics. Unfazed, Freya continued. “Well, hello, Leila. My body, my choice.”

My fears of betrayal, it seemed, were unfounded. Hearing my comment, Freya rolled her eyes at Mason, then turned to me with a friendly demeanor. "Now that’s impossible. I wouldn't choose someone who’s like my brother as my boyfriend. You’re my cousin-in-law, right? Hi, my name's Freya Zellwood, but you can just call me Fae." Freya’s personality seemed as sunny and charming as Mason's. Having such people around was indeed delightful. "Hi Fae, I'm Serena Hart." I smiled back.

"Oh my Goddess, Tutor Alaric, you must be absolutely exhausted!" Freya's high-pitched, fake-sweet voice echoed across the training field. I looked past Alaric's broad shoulder. She was strutting toward us, her hips swaying aggressively with every step. She held two tall glasses of ice water. She had completely changed her outfit. She was now wearing a paper-thin, tight white crop top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and tiny athletic shorts. Her green eyes were glued directly to Alaric's bare, sweat-glistening chest. She licked her glossy lips, completely ignoring my existence. She took another step, her eyes fluttering as she prepared to play her favorite game.

We all know that line is true at least, several villages full of innocent women and children have been struck by uncontrollable hybrids. “I cannot do this straight away, I need to put preparations in place,” Freya finally stated, looking imperial. Her hazel eyes and poise commanded the room, a finer figure of a woman than Thalia could ever aspire to be. Noble and dedicated to her pack, and I am allowing it to be exploited.

She was deeply scared. “Freya Gallagher, the daughter of the moon, the cursed product of Seraneth. The one who can either mend the supernatural world, or ruin it. The prime hybrid.” Though Freya didn’t understand the words of this strange man that she had never seen before, yet she couldn’t help the cold feeling that washed through her body.”

She wiggled her eyebrows. "We are done with the renovations and will be reopening in the next two days, for Miguel and I it's just friendship. Besides, he's not over his late wife." She answered. "He will, once he realises what a wonderful being you are." Freya smiled at her friend as she got off the bed. She walked into the bathroom to have a relaxing bath as Jess headed for the kitchen to prepare breakfast for both of them. Freya came out from her room wearing an off-shoulder white jumpsuit with no hands. It fit her body precisely in all the right areas. Her straight hair was curled, and her makeup complemented her face well.