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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 50

  When they got to their floor, they walked straight into the transportation unit. The first rundown meeting was in ten minutes. She walked over to her desk with that damn notebook clutched to her chest.

  "Parrish, join us in the conference room," Dante heard himself say.

  She perked, bit down a smile, and then opened the notebook and scribbled something into it. Fast. Lord. She was so fucking thirsty for the job.

  Dante let Victoria dispose of the few documents he had signed. Dante made sure to get rid of her.

  "You'll be taking notes, Freya, not making suggestions," Dante said.

  He was careful to treat her exactly as he would any other reporter in her position. He was already an insufferable prick, so he wasn't particularly awful to her. But he was also fair, and after a week, she'd earned the right to sit, listen, and absorb.

  She kept her eyes on her notebook. "At least I have left the slave terrain."