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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 92

  The atmosphere was moody and so was Freya. Nothing excited as far she could get a glimpse of that insufferable asshole. To clear her head, she went on a walk along the rocky side of the pack-house, overlooked by water.

  Dragging in some air, she had an outburst of pain, screaming uncontrollably until she felt her voice cease. Indeed, describing her emotions as filled with pain didn’t come close to covering how she felt.

  The area was serene and no one was around. She could enjoy the moment just by sitting on top of one of the shiny rocks. She picked some smaller ones and began to throw them into the water.

  Hours passed by without her realizing it, and she decided to hurry back to the others as it was getting dark. Being ready for the meeting that Dante mentioned would be a wise choice since she had no energy for chaos left in her.