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Twisted Mates

Freya Parrish was orphaned at age three by her family's rival pack, which forcefully took power from the Blue Moon Pack, murdering everyone except 'Lucky Freya.' After the death of everyone in her pack, Freya was supposed to be the ruling Omega being the only survivor, but she suffered from amnesia, leaving Alpha Hero Ian at advantage. The Omegas were never seen as worthy or relevant. They were the bitches and their pack was the most fragile. This implicated anyone from their pack because their hate came naturally. Alpha Hero Ian turned Freya into a slave for his pack, the Blood Moon Pack. For some reason, everyone felt intimidated by Freya, even though she was fragile. This led to everyone to hate and maltreat her, including the Alpha's rude and spoilt son, Dante Ian. As the governing rule of the Blood Moon Pack states, 'All slaves must be set free on their eighteenth birthday,' Freya got sent far away into the human world without any orientation or shelter. Dante on his path took over as the Alpha after the death of his father. For him to become true after, he must also bond with his mate. Desperate to make his pack whole, he goes searching for his mate, which was no other than the girl who hates even the air that he breathes. Despite all the ugliness, is there a chance for Freya and Dante to put their past and differences aside for both packs? Being the only survivor, Freya needs to bear the child of a true Alpha to avoid the extinction of the Blue Moon Pack. “Forgiveness is a pricey pearl that cannot be handed out with ease. It takes more than love and mate bond to win this battle.”

Shining · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
100 Chs

CHAPTER 45

  That evening, her entire life wasn't the same when she got home from work. Panic gripped her throat, squeezing hard. She has never done such a dreadful deed for once. The realization sobered up her Dante-induced haze quickly. She rummaged the house like she was looking for something in particular, only to lay ahold of her phone and scream so hard that her vocal cord almost cracked. In times like this, she needed someone to call. Someone to lean her head on and cry bitterly.

  Usually, at this point, she would have either swallowed or called Jake. But, she hurt Jake. Where was the heart and voice she would use in explaining what happened to Jake?

  As if Jake heard her thoughts, he called. The sound of her blasting phone scared her.

  She kept her eyes glued to her phone screen, watching it blink. After three times of successive ringing, Freya picked up.

  "Hey," Jake's voice came almost in a whisper.