Liquid Freya Romane & Geschichten

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.

"I'm not an invalid." "No," agreed Maya, "but you're our Luna, which means we look out for you." "Come on, you know it's only temporary, you don't need to take things so far." "Then let us just do it temporarily." "Is there anything else you want?" asked Jodie as she handed her a huge mug of coffee. Freya took the mug gratefully and sipped from it. "Actually, I was wondering if any of you have a computer I could use once I've taken a shower."

Safey said and smiled to us. “I want the red drink!” Jeselle uttered and reached to get the red drink. “Blue!” Kriselle then added, even stretching her arm into the thin air. My bestfriend and I looked at each other and shook our heads upon their giddiness. We even laughed to ourselves, seeing how one of them almost tripped on the table because of their clumsy nature. I reached out my hand to grab the green drink. “As usual, your favorite color,” Safey commented, rolling her eyes.

She’ll have to leave for the Northridge Pack soon. Beta Xavier will be here shortly. We can’t keep him waiting.” Lycril’s sharp murmur drifted into the kitchen. Freya froze mid-motion, her hands submerged in cold, soapy water. The words clung to her ears like a curse. Leave? Northridge Pack? Beta Xavier? Her pulse quickened. She wasn’t supposed to hear things like this, yet she couldn’t stop herself. Slowly, she set the plate down, dried her damp hands against her apron, and crept toward the doorway.

“Why would you be here? If you don’t love him… why stay?” Freya tilted her head to look at him, the ghost of a smile in her eyes. “I’m Luna, honey. And being Luna comes with… some perks.” She smirked then, drinking from her glass again before continuing. “Wealth and power and respect. I’ve worked much too hard to throw it all away just because I’m bored of Ryder.” Stark exhaled sharply. "You're staying for the benefits?" Freya shrugged, placing her drink on the table beside her. "Well duh. What else?" Leaning in close to his ear she added, "Plus I've got you to keep me amused."

“I need you to do a spell that involves black magic.” Freya’s eyes narrowed, her skepticism evident. “And what’s in it for me?” Lysandra’s smile widened, her tone dripping with intrigue. “Your freedom, Freya. Help me, and I will ensure your escape from this cell. You’ll be free to leave, to disappear and never challenge me again.” Freya hesitated, her mind racing with the implications of the offer. She looked down at her abdomen, a silent reminder of the life she carried within her. “And my child?”

"Share your troubles with us, and let us ease the weight you carry." Freya sighed, her eyes reflecting her inner turmoil as she began to speak. "It's Tigreal," she confessed, her voice laced with a mixture of confusion and longing. "There's a flicker of familiarity in his eyes, a connection that stirs my soul. It's as if there's a connection between both of us." Violet and Rose, the spirited and loyal maidens, exchanged knowing glances before stepping closer to Freya. Violet's voice rang with understanding as she spoke, "Lady Freya, rage has a way of defying reason. Perhaps your heart recognizes something your mind cannot yet grasp."

Freya suddenly asked me and I just look at her with a raised eyebrow. "Aren't you, mate?" I asked her and I don't know what got into my mind when I suddenly gently touch my bulge and start caressing trying to seduce her. I saw my mate swallowing her saliva. "Ah, um, I'm thirsty," Freya said instead of answering my question. She got up quickly and went to the refrigerator to get some cold water. As she sips the cold water, she simply looks around the kitchen and then at me. She almost choke on drinking the cold water when she saw that I'm still caressing my dick bulging inside my slacks.

She was trying desperately to mend the situation. “She is not Freya! She can never be Freya!” Clinton interrupted. His voice was thick with emotion. “Freja is timid and introverted, the kind who prefers to stay in the shadows. But Freya…. uhmm....” His voice softened, “Freya was vibrant, self-assured, and effortlessly commanded any room she entered.”

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.