Freya
I hurried out of the house, my heart racing as I desperately searched for Darren. He couldn’t know what his parents were planning—he couldn’t. The conversation I’d overheard still echoed in my head, unbelievable and horrifying. My thoughts were interrupted when I bumped into someone.
“Oh, sorry,” I began, but then I saw it was Claire.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her brows furrowed in concern. “We still have a few hours until the wedding, so you can redo your makeup if needed.” Her reassurance would have been comforting a few minutes earlier , but now it barely registered.
“Have you seen Darren?” My voice trembled with urgency, and Claire’s eyes widened in alarm. She glanced around but shook her head.
“I haven’t seen him,” she admitted.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing" I answered and darted off, leaving her behind as I weaved through the guests. It's not time to explain things.
Some teased me, making lighthearted comments about how I couldn’t wait to get married when I asked them about Darren. I forced a tight smile but didn’t engage. My worry overshadowed their jokes. Finally, someone mentioned seeing Darren head into the pack house about half an hour ago.
Relief surged through me as I rushed to the pack house. I checked room after room, each one empty until I reached the last door. It was locked and I knocked. My knocks echoed in the quiet hallway, and after a pause, the door creaked open.
Darren stood there, shirtless, his expression unreadable. My cheeks flushed, and I quickly looked down, feeling awkward. “Can I talk to you?” Without waiting for an answer, I stepped inside, nudging him aside.
The air left my lungs when my gaze fell on the bed. Thalia, his best friend, lay there—naked.
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head as if doing so could make the scene disappear. But it didn’t. The truth was glaringly obvious in Darren’s eyes. Why had he let me in? He could’ve stopped me at the door, made an excuse—but he hadn’t. He wanted me to see this.
“You told me there was nothing between you two,” I said, my voice cracking as tears blurred my vision.
“Well,” he began, his tone was cold and dismissive.
“Well?” My voice rose, trembling with disbelief. “We’re getting married in a few hours, and I walk in on this, and all you have to say is ‘well’?” I felt myself unraveling, my heart shattering into pieces.
“Maybe because I have no desire to marry you,” he said flatly, crossing his arms. Thalia watched from the bed, unbothered, as if this was all perfectly normal.
“What?” My voice was barely a whisper, broken and raw. “Then why go through all this? Why let it get this far? Were you planning to leave me at the altar?”
He smirked, and the truth hit me like a blow to the chest. “You knew,” I said, my voice trembling with realization. “You knew all along.”
“Of course, I did.” His voice was laced with mockery. “From the moment I met you, Freya. Do you really think someone like me would be interested in a poor village girl? Do I need to remind you who I am? I’m Darren Shadow-Moon.”
His words were like daggers, each one cutting deeper. My heart felt like it was being torn apart, stomped on. I had been so blind, so in love.
“Claire warned me,” I murmured to myself, the weight of her words crashing down on me.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. “This wasn’t about us, was it? It was about the land. and your parents want my pack’s territory, You don’t know do you?” My voice cracked, the fear and betrayal making my body tremble.
“Yes,” he said simply, without hesitation. “It was always about the land. Your pack is sitting on something valuable—gold, wolfsbane, and who knows what else. And you, Freya, were the easiest way to get it.”
I stumbled back, shaking my head as tears poured down my face. “You’re destroying people’s lives—for gold? For money? These are families, Darren—children, elders. This is our home! And your father wants to force us to sell it”
Thalia laughed coldly, "Sell?" She turned to Darren, "Your parents are offering them money?"That’s so generous of them, I actually thought they were going to take it as usual.” She remarked and judging from the casual way she said it, it wasn’t the first time they’ve done something like this.
Darren shrugged, completely unfazed. “Your pack will be gone soon. Consider it a mercy that my parents even offered money. They usually just take.”
The sound of screaming pierced the air, sharp and agonizing. I raced towards the window to find out what it was, but I only managed to take a couple of steps before Darren pulled me back, slamming me roughly against his body.
“What’s happening?” I shrieked, fighting against his hold but he didn’t budge, instead he dragged me out to the balcony, forcing me to watch the scene of my people being killed by his army from down below.
Below us, chaos reigned. His warriors slaughtered my people—men, women, children. The ground was soaked in blood.
“No!” I screamed, thrashing against him. “Please, Darren, stop this! I’ll do whatever you want. Just stop! We will evacuate, please tell your warriors to stop, I’m begging you.” I cried, still struggling to get away from him, to help my people. I watched them run for their life, only to be killed shortly after.
“Sorry,” he sneered. “That offer has expired.”
“Why haven’t you killed her yet?” Thalia snapped, at least now she’s wearing a bathrobe.
“Because…” grabbing me by my hair, he shoved my head down the railing, forcing me to watch what was happening below. “I want her to watch every last one of them drop down before finishing her off, for the past month I had to pretend to love her, to enjoy her company, it was pure hell and this is my own pay back.” He answered her.
I collapsed, sobbing, as the screams grew louder. My father, Claire, my people—they were all dying, and I couldn’t do anything. Darren shoved me to the ground, his voice was like venom as he leaned on forward and softly whispered into my ears. “I, Darren Shadow-Moon, reject you as my mate.”
The rejection tore through me like fire, sending unbearable pain coursing through my body. I writhed on the floor, gasping for breath.
When the last scream faded, he pulled me up by my hair, forcing me to face him. “You wanted to know why we’re doing this?” he sneered. “This land is worth more than you’ll ever understand. And you? You were nothing more than a pawn.”
He drove a knife into my stomach, the pain exploding through me. I barely registered his laughter as he stabbed me again and shoved me over the balcony.
I hit the ground hard, my body shattering on the impact. Through the haze of pain, I heard a faint whimper. I turned my head and saw Claire, her body broken and bloodied.
“Claire,” I whispered weakly.
Like mine, her face was covered in both blood and sweat, one of her legs was missing.
“Claire?” I cried, trying to reach for her as I burst into another round of tears.
“Freya?” She cried back.
“I’m going to get help okay? Hang in there…I’ll get someone to help us…and any other survival… I’ll get help.” I murmured weakly, waiting for the Shadow -Moon and their Army to drove out before crawling away from her.
“Freya…I’m scared…” she cried weakly.
Unable to tell if she could hear me, I muttered back. “Don’t be, I’ll be back with help, we will be okay.” I didn’t know if I was trying to convince her or myself. I crawled over bodies as I made my way to the exit and towards the main road but my strength gave out, and the world around me dimmed. As I lay there, I saw my mother’s face smiling down at me, her hand reaching out. I tried to take it, but everything faded to black.
FREYA"Help.""Please help…""Help…us…""Shhh, you’re safe now," came the reply, forcing me awake.I blinked, trying to adjust my eyes to the brightness. I attempted to move, which proved to be a terrible idea as a wave of pain coursed through me. I whimpered, feverish and weak. My entire body hurts, every movement stabbing at me from all angles."Where am I? And who are you?" I asked the stranger approaching me with a bowl of water and a washcloth. My voice was shaky, laced with distrust. "Stay away from me!" I wanted to snarl, but it came out weak and pitiful."Easy there, I’m harmless, I promise," he replied gently. "I was going somewhere when I found you wounded on the road. I brought you to my cabin. You’ve been out for three days."As he sat beside the bed and moved the damp cloth toward my head, I flinched and cried out, my body protesting the sudden movement. "I need to go… I have to go," I pleaded weakly."You’re in no condition to leave," he said firmly. "By the way, I’m As
Fortunately, the cabin wasn’t so far from my pack, it's a few hours drive and I could easily trace my way back with Aster by my side. Perhaps because everything happened at night but in the daytime, things were so much worse than I anticipated. I could smell blood mixed with decaying bodies way before we stepped foot on the property. With my hand covering my mouth, as if to stop myself from screaming in agony, I looked around the place, tears streaming down my face. I fall to the ground, overwhelmed with emotions. “No, no, no…” I cried, sobbing and unable to move. All the buildings have been destroyed, the whole place wrecked to the ground and reduced to nothing, a sign that the Shadow-Moon has completely taken ownership of the property. I didn’t know how long I stood there sobbing until I felt a hand clasped over my shoulder, I twisted around, coming face to face with the stranger that rescued me. He looked past me, then at the lifeless bodies laying all over the place, a horrifi
Two Years LaterFREYAI lifted my head to the mirror. To say I was shocked was an understatement—I couldn't recognize the woman staring back at me.My once long, black hair was now short and blonde. My curvy physique had transformed into a slim, youthful figure, making me look even more beautiful. My once pale skin was now rich, glossy, and well-tanned. There was no way the Shadow-Moons would recognize me, not with the change in my eye color.I used to have brown eyes, but with the help of contacts, they were now ocean blue.My lips curled into a smirk as I admired my perfection. Last year, I began this transformation, and now it is finally complete.I started by going on a strict diet and working out regularly to lose weight. To eliminate any trace of my past identity, I even added a small dark scar near my left ear. It was subtle but added to my new, more confident persona.Just as I finished packing my suitcase and was about to leave, my phone rang. It was Aster Shadow-Moon—the man
FREYAA waiter stopped by and handed us the menu. I placed my order, and Aster followed suit. After serving us wine, the waiter took the menu away.I took a sip, savoring the rich, smooth, silky liquid as it flowed down my throat."It's a great wine," I said."Yeah, Italy’s finest. I'm glad you like it," Aster replied."So, about this meeting, what do you want us to talk about?""Freya," Aster said, placing his hand over mine on the table. His tone soft and gentle. From my seat, I can see the lustful desire burning inside his brown iris. Is as if I'm seeing through his soul. He swallowed the lump in his throat, making his Adam apple to pop up."I want you to be my Luna."I choked, spilling the liquor in my mouth."W-what... did you just say?" I stuttered, my eyes widening in shock. I knew Aster wanted me close. I knew he had feelings for me. But I never imagined he would make my job so easy—so achievable."Aster...""Shhh," he hushed me, pressing a finger to my lips."Don't say anythi
FREYAIt was the same council leader I had reported the incident to. The same man who called me a lunatic. The one who dismissed my claims, as if a poor girl from a lower pack could ever expect justice from men whose pockets were filled by the Shadow-Moon family wealth.Linnet’s voice pulled me back to the present."Mr. Cornello, I can’t keep doing this. How long will you keep forcing me to sleep with you because of what happened in the past?""Think about what will happen to your family if the council learns the truth," Cornello sneered. "You killed Alpha Darius' daughter, Evelyn, just so you could marry Alpha Eric. Evelyn was his mate, and you murdered her before her wedding night. I saw you, Linnet. I saw you lure her into this room."Linnet broke down in tears."Is that why you always insist on using this room whenever we meet?" she asked.&nbs
Aster wrapped his arms around me, his hands resting on my waist. If Aster had been from any other family, I might have been charmed by his looks and thoughtful nature. His affectionate touches might have broken the walls I had built around myself. But he was a Shadow-Moon, and his family had wronged me in ways I could never forgive.I felt nothing for him—only the anticipation of meeting his cruel family.“Will that be okay with you?” Aster asked, pulling me from my thoughts.“Hm? Excuse me—what did you just say?”“Will two weeks be convenient for you?”“Of course,” I replied. “That will be fine.”“I’ll pick you up at the weekend.”“Okay.”He kissed me one last time before heading for his car.As soon as I shut the door behind me, I slowly slide on the floor holding my knees tightly. I wasn't weak or reconsidering my actions, instead I was excited. Can't stop imagining how destructive my revenge will be on the Shadow -Moon's. By the time I finish dealing with them, Aster will have no r
FREYA My gaze swept across the landscape, taking in the breathtaking scenery. The Blood Moon Pack was the envy of other packs—it was the wealthiest and most powerful, thanks to its ruthless methods of acquiring land and resources.Aster stepped out of the car and immediately pulled me into his arms. His smile deepened when our eyes met. He kissed my cheek and rubbed my shoulder."You don't have to be scared. My people won't bite," he whispered, leading me toward the massive mansion in front of us.I smiled, then frowned."Do I look scared to you?" I challenged.Aster didn't know that I was no longer the vulnerable woman he had helped two years ago. I was Valeria—their worst nightmare.He chuckled. "No, you don’t. If anything, I think they should be the ones scared—of your undeniable beauty and sharp mind."I smiled. He wasn’t wrong.I had dressed in a red, form-fitting gown hugged my curves. I had intentionally darkened my scar, making it resemble a small star tattoo. My blonde hair
A smirk playing on his lips.Aster cleared his throat, prompting Darren to release my hand."Forgive my manners, Valeria," Darren said smoothly. "It's in our blood to misbehave when we meet a woman as beautiful and captivating as you."Despite myself, I smiled. Darren found me attractive. That was a bonus.Casper cleared his throat, casting a pointed look at his son."Don't you agree, Father?" Darren challenged. "Who would've thought Aster would choose someone like her? Classy, elegant, and beautiful—just the way we like our women.""He is my son, after all," Casper mused. "Why wouldn't he? Look at your mother, look at Thalia. Don't they both look amazing? And now Valeria. We know how to choose the right women."They laughed."Yeah, we sure do," Darren added.Aster squeezed my hand, his face glowing with the silent message: I told you they would love you."Shameless," Abigail scolded. "Stop embarrassing the poor girl." Then she turned to me. "Don't mind them. That’s just how my boys
“She has everything to do with this,” Darius hissed without looking back. He continued brushing his hand through the girl’s hair, his tone sharpening like a blade. “You came into our land. You threatened our people. You thought there’d be no consequences?”He gripped the back of the girl’s neck, wrenching a cry from her lips.“You fucker! Stop it!” Emos shouted, trying again to break free.But the ropes held.Darius turned his head slightly, his voice now thick with contempt. “You dared come here to hurt our daughters. And now you beg me to spare yours?” He shook his head. “Why should I show mercy when you showed none?”The two adult women and the the boy stood frozen in horror as Darius manhandled the girl, their eyes wide and helpless.Emos’s gaze darted around the room, frantic, desperate for help—anything that could turn the tide. But Miguel and Alex stood still, arms behind their backs and their expressions unreadable. No help would come from them.Defeated, Emos dropped his head
“Because,” I said coldly, “my man shattered your spine.”Darius grinned wickedly.Without wasting another word on him, he turned to the second man. This one was quieter, more composed, but clearly in pain. His dark hair was tied into a ponytail, and tattoos covered his broad chest and arms. His sharp blue eyes fixed on Darius with silent defiance.The brown-haired one started thrashing again, desperate and futile. Even paralyzed, he tried to fight. He pulled against the restraints until his energy finally drained and his body sagged forward in defeat.“Now that that’s over with,” Darius muttered.He dragged a chair across the room and positioned it directly in front of the man with the ponytail. Then he sat down, one leg crossed over the other, and leaned back, studying his prey like a predator deciding when to strike.“Do you know who I am?” he asked softly.The man said nothing, his jaw tight, teeth grinding in pain. He refused to look away, but he wasn’t speaking either. I’d dealt
“Then make them talk,” I thundered, slamming my hand down on the desk. “Don’t make me think you’re useless, Darius.”The words echoed in the small room like a threat, and the tension thickened. My glare sharpened, my eyes darkened with the weight of my power. A frosty energy rippled through the air, curling into the corners of the room like smoke.But Darius didn’t flinch.Not because he was defying me, but because something in my outburst sparked a memory—something from a life he once lived, a title he once bore. The shadows deepened, swallowing the light, and I felt a sweaty drip on my forehead despite the cold.He clenched his fists, jaw tight, teeth grinding with a sound that filled the heavy silence between us. For a moment, we stared at each other, locked in thought—me, simmering with barely restrained anger, and him, standing with quiet resolve.Then, slowly, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, softening the tension like a sudden breeze.The darkness receded.And
I kissed her gently, her soft breaths growing steady as sleep claimed her. She curled around me like an octopus, wrapping herself around my body, drawing in my warmth as if it could chase away the ghosts of the night. I sighed, staring at the ceiling, the guilt settling deeper in my chest. I felt worse than I had before—worse than I deserved. Claiming her had been selfish, cruel even. And it had been her first time.Carefully, I slipped out of bed, unable to bear the weight of my guilt. My feet carried me toward the woods, blindly, instinctively, running until dawn began to stain the sky with pale light.I was just returning to my lounge, the chill of morning clinging to my skin, when Darius called. His voice was urgent. Our pack was under attack.This would be my first battle as Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack.Darius had been on patrol when he spotted the rogues. He’d rushed ahead to the scene and urged me to bring reinforcements. As I sprinted toward the pack house to arm myself, I ca
ASTERI looked at Valeria’s face as it battered in blood; her once smooth and flawless face turned brutal and masked with the blood of the rouge's, which made it look even more alluring. I wanted to touch her, to have her there and now, but she refused saying she was filthy. Did she know how intoxicating that word is? Yeah, I love my women filthy in every bedroom sense.Thinking of these, my heart clenched as I recall last night when she sat so close to my brother Darren. I can't stop feeling that she is drawn to Darren, or rather, Darren was drawn to her. Such thinking makes my heart clenched. When I came back home from the office last night and couldn't find her, I had to call her line more than twenty times. She left us at the hospital and rushed off, and I thought she was devastated because of Linnet's health condition and needed some time alone to process it, so I let her be, but when it passed midnight, and she wasn't home, I became worried and started calling her line. I
VALERIA My words must have caught Aster off guard. He stared at me for a beat, then a slow, dark smile crept onto his lips. His fingers grazed my cheek.“Alright then,” he murmured. “Let’s finish this.”He halted in front of a heavy steel door, punched in a string of numbers, and with a metallic click, the lock disengaged. The door swung open to reveal a private armory—walls lined with weapons, each one deadlier than the last. The room smelled of oil and blood, as if it had witnessed violence too often.Aster strode forward, selecting his gear with chilling efficiency. Guns, blades, explosives. War lived in his bones.“Take what you need,” he said, his voice low, urgent.I didn’t need to be told twice. I reached for the knives—long, silver, and razor-sharp. I’ve always preferred steel that sings when it meets flesh. There's something intimate about killing up close, about watching the light fade from your enemy's eyes. I strapped on as many as I could carry, changing swiftly into gear
By morning, my body ached in places I didn’t know could ache.Damn that wild animal. Aster had ravaged me in the most wicked way—and I had loved every second of it.The room was quiet when I woke, but he was gone. I forced myself out of bed and dragged my sore body into the bathroom. After a long shower, I returned to find breakfast waiting, delivered by the new chef, Enzo. I didn’t have the energy to face the Shadow Moons today.When Enzo returned to collect the tray, he handed me a folded note.It was from Thalia.“Meet me in my room in ten minutes.”I smirked. Little bitch, I thought, crumpling the paper and tossing it in the trash.Still, I decided to visit her before heading out to the pack house.Thalia was lounging on the couch sipping some nourishing herbal tea. Like ours, their suite had a separate sitting room, bedroom, private bathrooms, and even a mini kitchen.She looked up and smiled—calculated and fake.“Sit, Valeria,” she said sweetly. I obeyed, watching her carefully.
Darren recoiled instantly, pushing me gently aside as he rose to his feet. His eyes were wide—shock painted across his face.I didn’t have to turn to know who was behind us.Thalia.I wasn’t sure how long she had been standing there, but judging by the tight line of her lips and the distant flicker in her eyes, she'd heard more than enough. My stomach twisted—but not with guilt. Let her feel what I felt two years ago. The pain of betrayal.“Thalia?” Darren stammered, already moving toward her, his voice heavy with panic. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you asleep?”“I had a bad dream,” she murmured, stepping into his arms like she belonged there. “I woke up and couldn’t find you, so I came looking. I was about to head into the kitchen when I heard your voice… Valeria—is she okay?”Her voice trembled—just slightly. Enough to make her sound fragile, concerned and perfectly innocent.She was good.Too good for her acting.And Darren, ever the fool for her, bought it—like he always did.
"Are you really sending me away tonight? You're such a heartless brother-in-law.""You should have thought of that before trying to seduce me," Eric said coldly, walking into the house without sparing me another glance.I smiled faintly and turned toward my car. It was clear now—someone else was after Linnet. But who?When I arrived at the Shadow Moon mansion, the whole place was cloaked in silence. It looked deserted, the only signs of life being the guards stationed at the entrance. They nodded in greeting, and I returned the gesture before heading inside.Just as I stepped onto the staircase, I spotted Darren in the hallway. He appeared to be returning to his room but stopped when he saw me. He waited at the top of the stairs until I reached him.“Darren,” I called softly.“Valeria? What are you doing awake at this hour? Are you just getting back?”There was no point denying it. I sighed. “Yes. I went to see Eric. I wanted to know why he abandoned Linnet at such a critical time.”A