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.”

Twisted Mates

　　Ayala, her face purple, slapped her hand down hard on the table. "That's it. Out. I want you out. Now."


　　When Freya just stared at her, Ayala growled out, "I. Want. You. Out."


　　Freya held up her index finger. "Just give me a second. Attempting to give a fuck...Attempting harder to give a fuck...Sorry, there was an error. Fuck not given."


　　Both women looked up as Dante and Theo walked in and skidded to a halt.


　　Freya found her mouth curving at their nervous looks. Obviously, they had guessed Ayala would be like this. Freya's wolf settled a little as she picked up her mate's scent. "Aww, Dante, you didn't tell me your grandmother was such a kind, delightful soul. Just like the great of your pack."


　　Dante was surprised by Freya's smile. Clearly, she was holding up just fine against Ayala.


　　"You really want this harlot as a mate?"


　　"Watch it, Ayala," Dante cautioned in a low voice.


　　"I don't have to be polite to her. She's nothing but a whore!"


CHAPTER 83