Sold by her ex-husband after she caught him cheating with her stepsister, Freya the powerless Lycan Princess who had always been hidden has her life turned upside down when she realizes that she had been sold to the cursed cruel Rogue King, Thorne Frost, her father’s enemy to become his breeder. But how would she become his breeder when she has been declared as not being able to bear a child? What would Thorne do when he realizes that the woman he chose as a breeder in a bid to break his curse was no one other than the daughter of his enemy whom he loathed and to worsen it, she ended up being his mate! Would he end up rejecting her or would he put their differences behind them and join hands with her to bring down everyone who had caused chaos in her life? A cursed Rogue King. A powerless Lycan Princess. And Four Babies.
View MoreThorne Maybe I heard wrong. Maybe all of this was a nightmare because Freya wouldn’t lie to me. There is no way that she would turn out to be the Lycan Princess. Mixed emotions crashed over me—Anger, disbelief, confusion, and most importantly, fear—it lurked at the back of my mind for a reason that I couldn’t place. I tried so hard to process everything that Celeste had said. How she was the Lycan Princess, how she was sold by her ex-husband, and how she was rejected by her family. How she ended up being the daughter of the murderer whose family I wanted to wipe out. I wanted Celeste to tell me that none of this was real. I wanted to scream and yell at Celeste that all of this was a fucking lie, but the pictures said otherwise. The pictures of Freya and her family that scattered across the ground. There wasn’t a single smile on her face in those pictures. No warmth, no comfort, or a sign of a bond between them. It seemed more like she was the outcast as she had men
Thorne Anger seeped through my veins, my gaze fixed on Alexandro who was talking to Freya. At that moment, one thing I knew was that I couldn't stand the way he looked at her, the way he stared at her, and the way he laughed. Every bit of it grated my nerves as my fingers squeezed into fists, my nails digging into my palm. However, at that moment, my eyes darted over to Freya and something about her struck me. With the way her body tensed, she didn't seem involved with what Alexandro was saying instead she had her gaze fixed somewhere else, her expression distant and unreadable. I followed the direction of her eyes and at that moment, my blood turned cold, and for a second, I wanted to think that I was having a problem with my eyesight because what was she doing here? What in the world was Celeste doing here? Who invited her? Slowly she turned her gaze toward me and a wicked smile crept at the corner of her mouth as she waved at me. “Hello, Thorne,” She mouthed. I t
Freya’s P.O.V Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, a shiver racing down my spine as goosebumps littered over my body. My eyes closed as Thorne pulled my hair to the side, delicately, and every feeling of his fingers brushing through my skin set my whole body on fire. This man had no idea about what he always did to me all the time. He had no idea how every touch of his spoke to my soul. I could feel the necklace around my neck as he leaned forward, his breath fanning my ears, causing heat to drift between my thighs as he drawled. “You can open your eyes” My eyes fluttered open immediately, my cheeks heating up as my fingers trailed the beautiful necklace. He stared at me with this sense of pride in his eyes, and his voice was low as he spoke. “Do you like them?” I turned, my fingers lingering on the necklace as I bobbed my head excitedly. “This is so beautiful. It is probably the most beautiful necklace that I have ever set eyes on” I glanced back at the mirror, still
Thorne I hated that I was doing this but I had to. As long as it meant tormenting the Lycan King and capturing his daughter— I would join hands with my enemies. Alpha Alexandro, my childhood enemy and the biggest ally to the Lycan King. The expression on my face darkened as my jaw clenched and the gigantic oak doors that led to the dining hall opened. Alexandro stood at the far end of the table and slowly, his eyes locked onto mine and the smile on his face died. His jaw clenched and a smug smile crept through the corners of his mouth. “We meet again. The reason you called me here better be worth it because you have wasted my time already” I smirked as I walked toward the far end of the table, watching him step back to take his seat. “This is my castle,” I said, my voice low and assured. “I rule everything here—time included.” Alexandro rolled his eyes as I settled in my seat while he sat across from me, shooting lasers into my face as he twirled the table’s knife bet
Celeste It has been months since I gave Thorne space and the craziest stuff about all of this was that he had never called me since then. Only if Freya had died then, he would have missed me, called me back, and it wouldn't have been too long before I was back into his arms. However, with the way things were going, why did it seem like he would never reach out to me until I took a drastic step? I ran my hands through my hair frustratedly, shooting a glare at Sadie who drummed her fingers on her laptop. Since she was chasing a doctorate, she has been busy with this dumbass project she kept talking about instead of helping me with important issues—Like getting back the man who is mine. I rolled my eyes to the back, taking a sip of my coffee before clearing my throat. She adjusted her glasses, glancing up at me while returning my smile and I couldn't help but be glad that I had her attention as she shut the laptop. “What is it, Celeste? Do you need help with anything? Are
Freya’s P.O.V My heart dropped to my toes, struggling to free my wrist from Thorne’s grip and at that moment, the only words that kept resounding in my head were “I was done for. How long has Enzo known? How long has he known that I was the Lycan King’s daughter, and I was the princess of the man whom he and Thorne hated? I didn’t dare glance at Thorne to see the reaction on his face nor did I stare at Enzo because no matter how Thorne might have professed his love for me, this was my end. I swallowed hard, my knees wobbled, threatening to give way beneath me, and for a split second, I wished that the ground could open up and take me instead. Anything to just save me from the misery that I found myself in. My heart almost leaped into my throat when Enzo snapped his fingers before me. “Why are you not speaking?” I fisted my dress, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to rush into my eyes. “I… I…had no idea that you knew all along…” My words came out as
Freya’s P.O.V It has been three months since that horrible event occurred in my life, and it was safe to say that things have changed a lot. Aside from my protruding stomach that kept increasing in size, the relationship between Thorne and I had gotten better—Although, it wasn't the way he wanted since I still walked on eggshells around him. Even though he made me see Celeste’s true colors, I couldn't get rid of those words—her words that kept lingering in my mind— about how Thorne might turn his back on me and get rid of me. I wanted to be comfortable around him, but I couldn't. I wanted to see me the same way he did. But that fear… No. I needed to be strong and wouldn't be caught off guard. Thorne had told me to forget about Celeste because she wouldn't be coming back into our lives to wreak more havoc but even though he knew her capabilities, I couldn't wrap my head around why he didn't believe that she started the fire. According to him, he had claimed that
Thorne I got out of the car, heaving an exasperated sigh while adjusting the black coat draped over my shoulder. As soon as the door slammed shut, a maid rushed towards me, lowering her head in reverence for me while trying to collect the bag containing the potted plant that I had gotten for Freya pending the time that she would regain consciousness. Anxiety crept at the back of my neck and despite the new doctor telling me that she would regain consciousness, I couldn’t get rid of the fear that lingered in my mind. The what ifs. Ever since I saved her from the fire, I had stayed by her side, tendering to her. My fear heightened when her fever burned high, and I had to place damp clothing on her head to cool her down. Astrid had wanted to help but since I was the reason she was in that situation, I decided to take the responsibility. Plus it was my responsibility to stick by her side and take care of her irrespective of the situation. At that moment, my mind drifted ba
Freya’s P.O.V My eyes flew open as my heart hammered hard against my chest and my breath came in ragged gasps. I could feel the sticky sweat that clung to my head as small whimpers left my mouth. I had just woken up from a nightmare. In my nightmares, I had seen Celeste looming over me while gripping a knife. For a weird reason, darkness loomed over me as I fisted the blanket, and at that moment, all the memories that had been locked in the corners of my heart occupied my thoughts. Astrid. The two men dragged her away. How someone pressed a wet handkerchief on my nose and… Was this a fragment of my memories, or had it been brought on by the nightmare? Why did I recall Celeste staring at me with a look so sharp and dangerous? Why did I see a cigarette dangling from her lips, watching me through the window? And, most unsettling of all, why could I still see the fire swallowing the building whole? Also, Thorne. He was the one who saved me. Could it have been that my s
Freya “I am sorry to say this but you can’t bear a child again because your womb has been greatly damaged” My lips parted in shock as his words echoed through my mind. Time slowed down and it felt like the whole room was spinning with the doctor's words fading in the background. No, it had to be that my hearing was impaired or maybe this was a nightmare. The pack’s doctor snapped me out of my thoughts. “Luna Freya, are you even listening?” Staring deep into her eyes, the reality of what was happening weighed in on me, causing dread to settle at the pit of my stomach as tears rushed into my eyes and my hands flew over my mouth. “No!” A scream tore from my lips. Today was the day that I was supposed to be discharged from the hospital and I came to ask her to know when I could start trying for a child again because, for the fourth time, my baby died in my womb— A stillborn. I wiped off my tears with the back of my hands, shaking my head slowly. “Five years of tryin...
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