Freya
"I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood.
Discovered by my adoptive parents within the pack borders, the circumstances of my arrival remain a mystery. I lack any recollection of events leading up to my awakening in the pack hospital. My adoptive parents informed me that I had suffered severe injuries, possibly contributing to my memory loss. Out of love, I've refrained from delving into the details of my past, trusting in the care and affection they've provided."
"My adoptive parents revealed essential details about my identity; I was the daughter of an alpha, a fact they insisted I keep concealed from the pack. Lexi, my biological mother and Luna of the now-extinct Howlers Pack, had saved my adoptive mother, Rica. My Luna mother directed Rica to be at the pack border, the very spot where they discovered me at a specific time, and she made a promise to care for me. Despite the potential risks or dangers, my adoptive parents, childless themselves, agreed.
Upon learning about my biological parents, I queried my mother about the absence of my scent. "I don't know either. Your mom has a cinnamon scent, and I'm certain your father had his own scent, even though I never saw him as he was the alpha," she replied.
"Sweetie, don't dwell on it. It's safer to assume that lacking a scent protects you from potential threats. Being perceived as wolfless shields you from danger," reassured my dad, a sentiment I concurred with.
I freely roamed the pack borders unbeknownst to them, practicing the skills I had acquired. None in the pack could trace my whereabouts, providing me a sense of security. That continued until the arrival of the Lycan convoy.
Four months ago, seven black SUVs rolled onto the pack grounds, sparking a week of frenzied preparations. Alpha Daniel, despite any denial, displayed nervousness and concern about their arrival.
Initially, we believed the visitors were only lycans, unaware that the Lycan prince and future king accompanied them. As he exited the SUV, a captivating scent filled the air. Pi and I were elated, thinking we had found our mate upon my 18th birthday.
Curious to identify him, I looked up, expecting a reciprocal search from him. To my surprise, his gaze did not seek me out. Another SUV revealed a female Lycan walking beside him, acting as his mate. Hurt and in pain, I felt the sting of his apparent disinterest. 'He couldn't smell us; he doesn't know we are his,' Pi lamented. Beside me, a she-wolf urged me to submit before they noticed and accused me of disrespect.
Since then, every encounter led me to walk in the opposite direction. Fortunately, I was confident he remained oblivious, given my lack of scent. During required announcements where he was present, I averted my gaze, fearing his attention.
For the past four months, it felt like a prolonged game of hide and seek with him. Despite the urge to claim him, Pi always restrained me, soothing my pain and reminding me he remained unaware. I endeavored to be patient, hoping he would discover my identity, yet the pain of his perceived betrayal lingered whenever I witnessed his association with the female Lycan, tempting me to reject him for not waiting and searching for me."
"Freya, are you feeling so uninterested in my class that your thoughts are wandering elsewhere? Would you like to share what's on your mind?" My professor, Ms. Lalyn, inquired upon noticing my distracted state. Glancing around, I observed everyone laughing, including Clay and Alec. Although I was a year older than them, they had skipped a grade due to their intelligence, placing us in the same college class.
"I apologize, Ms. Lalyn. I was just..." I attempted to explain, but she interrupted me once more.
"So, you're contemplating our future beta now?" she asked, glancing at the door behind me. I noticed her bow, and it dawned on me that my mate was present as well. Resisting the urge to look around, a compulsion everyone succumbs to, I reluctantly turned my head. However, I kept my gaze lowered, avoiding meeting his eyes. As a sign of respect, everyone in the room stood up.
"Please, take your seats," he instructed, and we complied. I maintained my lowered head, but then that contentious voice spoke again.
"It seems the wolf less was in this class too," she remarked mockingly.
"Will you ever stop, Eunice?" my mate growled. "What's the commotion about?" he inquired of Professor Lalyn.
"Nothing, Your Highness; it's just that I'm not accustomed to Freya being absent-minded. When I asked her why, she mentioned our future beta's name," Professor Lalyn explained. I wanted to gauge his reaction, but fear of meeting his eyes kept my head down.
"I see, maybe he was her mate," he speculated, leading to teasing remarks from the others. In our class, none dared to bully me, not just because of Clay and Alec's protection, but also due to my intelligence, earning their respect. "Is that true, Clay?" he asked.
"Not exactly, Your Highness. But if it were true, I'd be thrilled. Freya is everything I desire in a mate," Clay responded, winking at me.
"That'll only happen if she's not destined to be my mate, noob," Alec quipped, prompting a roll of Clay's eyes.
"It appears the future beta and gamma have their eyes on a certain she-wolf," he commented, and still, I avoided looking at him.
"Any good wolf would want her as their mate, and I suppose we're no different," Clay replied, earning a nod from Alec.
"What's so good about a wolf less b***h?" Eunice, the female Lycan, interjected, eliciting growls from my mate, Clay, and Alec.
"Remove her from here!" My Lycan prince mate ordered and one of the lycan warriors who were with him approached Eunice and tried to escort her away.
"I apologize; I was just saying..." She attempted to defend herself, but my mate paid no heed and had her dragged away.
"I have an announcement," my mate declared. "Next week, a friendly fight tournament will take place in the pack. Everyone is welcome to participate, and I'd be delighted to see many of you there." With that, he departed, and I sensed his gaze on me before he left our classroom.
After he left, I took a deep breath, and Clay and Alec approached me with concern, asking, "Are you alright?" I responded with a smile,
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? I've grown accustomed to hearing things like that, so it doesn't bother me if I hear it repeatedly." I continued,
"Alright, pay attention," Ms. Lalyn stated. "As you heard, it was just a friendly fight. If you want to test your strength, participate in the tournament. The Lycan prince will be there, ensuring safety. If anything goes awry, he's there to intervene." She assured me, and everyone voiced their agreement.
Although tempted to join, I hesitated, fearing that it might expose me. Consequently, I discarded the idea. I decided to be a spectator, observing and hoping to learn some techniques from the fighters.
Matteo "Ensure that you thoroughly investigate every aspect related to the Howlers Pack," urged Dad, the Lycan King. I sat in his office alongside my prospective beta, Calvin. Concern etched his face as he pondered the fate of the pack. Its sudden obliteration left him perplexed, unable to fathom why it occurred without his knowledge. He questioned whether the pack had submitted any reports of rogue attacks or assaults by rival packs. Typically, the Howlers Pack would promptly inform the palace of such incidents, but in this instance, no information had reached us, preventing any swift response. "Matteo, are you paying attention?" my father's voice boomed, snapping me out of my contemplation. I comprehended his urgency; my mind had been immersed in deep reflection.. "Yes, Dad, I heard you loud and clear," I replied. The incident had occurred for several years, yet we hadn't found any clues. So, he decided to send me there, urging me to resolve it before assuming his throne. Restles
Matteo "Why, all of a sudden, Your Highness, are you proposing the idea of organizing a friendly fight tournament?" inquired Alpha Daniel, his expression filled with confusion. "I've been a part of the pack for months now, and I'm interested in observing the growth in strength among the pack members," I explained. "The king tasked me with reporting on the pack's abilities. He wants to ensure that everyone is capable of defending themselves when the need arises," I added, aiming to dispel any suspicions he might harbor. "I understand. I take pride in noting that everyone is putting in their best effort, and we regularly conduct training sessions for all. When do you intend to schedule the tournament?" "How about a week from now?" I responded. "That works for me," he replied, and a sense of satisfaction filled me. "I prefer to make the announcement personally, so I'll head to the pack school," I declared, rising from my seat and glancing at Calvin. He nodded and gestured towards th
Freya Matteo had been consistently present, in my opinion. He frequently visited the school, and I couldn't discern the reason. I began to suspect that something was amiss or that a potential threat loomed over the pack, yet I didn't detect any. "Freya, can you hear me?" Mom inquired, waving her hand before my face. I blinked several times before realizing that she had been addressing me, my thoughts still preoccupied with Matteo. "Is there something bothering you, Freya?" Dad questioned, and I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Mom, Dad," I responded. "I was just pondering why the Lycan prince has been attending school more frequently. He has been part of the pack for months, yet recently, he's been going to school as if anticipating an imminent threat." "It's not like that. He's genuinely concerned about the younger generations. That's precisely why he proposed the tournament – to assess everyone's strengths and abilities," Dad explained, and I nodded in understanding. Despite my hopes
Freya "Frey," called Clay and Alec. I glared at Joric and Britney, my only recourse at the moment. "I didn't sign up; it's them," I explained, gesturing towards the future alpha and the frustrated Luna. "The dumb and the dumber," I added, and they both chuckled before turning serious. "You realize you can't back out, right? The Lycan prince expects us to take responsibility for our actions and make our own decisions. That's why he arranged the tournament with a week-long preparation," Alec said, and I nodded. I was uncertain whether to appear vulnerable to them or not. "I didn't want to join either," I admitted. I knew Mom and Dad would be concerned when they found out. I sighed deeply. I needed to contemplate this carefully because Pi had been on edge ever since we met our mate. She seemed different, always sensible, but I sensed something was amiss with her. "There were instances when we sensed our friends' disloyalty. I could sense her anger and fury, as if she wished harm upon
Matteo "Freya is joining," he declared, leaving me in shock. How on earth would she manage to fight without her wolf? I scrutinized Calvin, seeking confirmation of the truth. The gravity of his expression assured me that he wasn't joking. Who was I kidding? Calvin rarely ever joked. "I don't think you'll be heading to the site now; instead, you'll be going to school," he informed me, and I nodded. I needed to ensure her safety. I declared that those who had signed up and registered were not allowed to back out, emphasizing the commitment to prevent any casual decisions on Freya's part, especially regarding Clay and Alec. We hurried into school, and I was grateful that I had asked Calvin to stay hidden. If not, I couldn't fathom what I would do upon discovering her amidst the fight the next day. Though uncertain if she was truly my mate, my instincts insisted, and I wanted to believe it. Surprisingly, my Lycan seemed okay with this revelation, not snarling at me in my mind as it typi
Freya"I had to distance myself from him. Controlling Pi was already a challenge; she yearned to leap at him, a move that would inevitably lead to trouble. As the Lycan prince, such an act would be disrespectful, even if he were my mate. The fact that he couldn't scent me added an additional layer of complexity. His rejection could be profoundly painful for us.Fortunately, Clay and Alec were unwavering in their support and attentiveness. Their presence during this challenging time was indispensable. Turning my back on my mate, I refrained from looking back. If only it were that simple to approach him and assert my claim. As hope dwindled, I sighed, acknowledging the difficulty of winning him over.The pack run was about to commence, and with the prince's apology, we gathered once again. Clay and Alec remained close, vigilant and protective. Growls reached my ears, and turning around, I found them directed at me. Smiling, I said, 'Let's go.'Running together, I attempted to match their
Matteo "We needed to lock eyes, ensuring she was indeed my mate. I am unquestionably overjoyed that she belongs to me, and my inner beast shared in that enthusiasm. We were on the brink of something significant. My entire focus was on her eyes alone. "Your Highness," someone called, diverting my attention. I turned to see the person addressing me. "I am Freya's father, and I'll be taking her home," he declared. With those words, Freya's chin slipped away from my forefinger and thumb. Glancing at her, I noticed a relieved smile as she greeted her father. I clenched my fist, attempting to rein in my beast due to the unwelcome interruption. Nodding in acknowledgment, I shifted my gaze back to Freya, whose eyes remained fixed on her father. If my original plan failed, I would have to resort to a royal command. For now, I turned away and headed back to the villa. The looming fear of Joric and Britney's potential actions against my supposed mate forced me to participate in the tournament
Matteo I gripped the armrest tightly, observing Britney swiftly closing in on Freya, and anxiety began to gnaw at me. A sigh of relief escaped me as my mate skillfully evaded her. However, the relentless onslaught from Britney persisted, effortlessly dodged by Freya. As the skirmish unfolded, my concerns for Freya diminished; she strategically used her intellect, giving me confidence that she aimed to tire out her opponent and strike back when necessary. It seemed she was the type of fighter who valued precision over wasting energy on unnecessary hits. A smug expression on Freya's face indicated her readiness to retaliate, catching Britney's attention and causing her to pause briefly. Though it was short-lived, as Freya quickly closed the distance, poised with a clenched fist, ready to take down her adversary. Yet, Britney anticipated the move, stepping back just in time. I couldn't deny Britney's skill, but what surprised me was when Freya landed a left jab on her face. Britney sta