Vana Freya の小説・ストーリー

“You’re an omega, after all. No one with any sense will want a filthy Omega.” Omega. He spat the word like an insult, but I couldn’t even understand or care about what he was saying. I just wanted out! “Release me immediately.” I gritted my teeth. “You can’t do this.” “It’s already done.” My nails dug into my palms. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. I wasn’t a bloody omega or whatever. I wasn’t some property to be sold. I was Freya Vaughn. And I would destroy every single person who thought they could take away my freedom.

Freya Well, the shower went a long way towards making me feel human again. Although I looked like a prune by the time I stepped out of the spray, it had taken an age for me to get the knots out of my hair, but damn if it wasn’t wonderful to smell something other than my own sweat and the dirt of the cabin. The whole house had an underlying scent of sandalwood and vanilla, it was comforting in an unfamiliar way and the musky shampoo and conditioner that Damian had fund for me complimented the scents, even if there were a little masculine, but I nothing but grateful.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

She was one of them, they trusted her. I would pity her but I knew she was lying. She was questioning our bond. And no one can do that. Nik's hand found mine as he stared straight at her. "You all are standing in front of a Faye royalty." He announced at I felt the shock of everyone around us. "Avalyn is the granddaughter of King Faelern and Queen Fiyona of the Faye Kingdom. She is the daughter of Alpha Javier and Luna Valerie of Montana, who are the rightful King and Queen of Voda Kingdom. We have nothing to prove to any of you but I will not tolerate false allegations against my mate—Avalyn Volkov." He focused the fury of his eyes on Davina. "Any form disrespect to your Luna is a punishabl

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.

Kira tried barging in through the door, but before she could climb up, Azazel stopped her. “Not now; she is asleep,” he tried shooing Kira away. Kira was the woman who would help him organize his fashion events and balls whenever he needed help. The woman always kept a professional tone with him, which is why Azazel admired her; she was one of the very few outsiders whom Azazel respected. The girl caught Azazel gawking at Athena’s pictures like a pervert, she didn’t let the man go until he told her who she was, the man didn’t let her in all the details, only enough to know that Athena was the girl Azazel had a childhood crush on.

"We need to stabilize her, and fast." Together, we piled blankets on top of Freya's trembling form, trying to ward off the chill that seemed to have seeped into her very bones. I held her hand, whispering soothing words of love and reassurance, while Connor prepared a tea of valerian root and chamomile, herbs known for their calming properties. But despite our best efforts, Freya's condition only seemed to worsen. Her breathing grew more labored, her skin taking on a sickly grayish hue.

“I do not shape the law of the stars, Alpha. I only read them. If you would protect her, then you must prepare for what is coming.” I steadied myself, though my heart hammered against my ribs. “Tell us everything. Tell us about her… about why she’s tied to me.” The elder leaned back, the shadows of the hall deepening across his face. His voice lowered, ancient and grave. “Freya was once a priestess of the Moon Goddess. She turned against her when power tempted her, hungered for dominion beyond the veil of death. When she was cast down, her body was caged in a vessel of iron and bone, hidden where even gods would not tread. Her spirit was left to wander, feeding only on fragments of fear, whi

Pushing down my unease, I settled into the front row as he’d directed, my hands smoothing my dress nervously. Liam resumed speaking, his voice steady, commanding. “Our new Luna is someone you all know—a kind, courageous, radiant woman, the most breathtaking in our pack.” My cheeks warmed, and I readied myself to stand, my heart pounding with expectation. “It’s none other than… Freya Andre.” The words struck like a dagger, piercing my chest. My shoulders sagged, my face crumpling as the air was sucked from my lungs. My smile dissolved into a hollow, aching void.

"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."