Patrick_0507

Blurb: 
Freya Kael has spent her life on the edges of the Whiteclaw Pack, orphaned and outsider with no claim to a name or power. Her life has been one of survival, with no family, friends, or purpose. That changes the day she learns her fated mate is none other than Finnick Logan the strong and feared Alpha of the Whiteclaw Pack. Freya’s heart swells with hope, but her world shatters when Finnick openly rejects her, calling her weak and unworthy of his name. Devastated and cast aside, Freya is forced into hiding.

But Freya soon finds that her fate has much more in store. Alone and fragile, she finds she holds a secret power, one linked to a famous werewolf family long thought dead. This power could tip the balance of the werewolf world. With rival packs seeking her out and her powers getting stronger, Freya must decide whether to rise to this calling or let her hate for Finnick consume her.

As secrets unravel, Finnick finds himself pulled back to Freya, haunted by his past choices and family betrayals. But with a rival pack threatening their survival and an old enemy reawakening, they may have to join despite the pain between them. Can Freya forgive the mate who destroyed her, and can Finnick redeem himself before he loses everything including Freya?

Betrayed By The Pack

I startled up, a sharp gasp tearing from my lips. The air finally flooded into my lungs, and my chest hurt like I had been drowning. My body felt cold and rigid, and my vision was fuzzy. It all felt wrong.

"Freya!" My name was called in a powerful, frantic voice. I felt arms encircle me, drawing me in.

I quickly blinked, allowing my eyes to briefly clear enough to reveal Finnick's face just inches away. His worried eyes were a riot of colour. His hold was tight, as though he was afraid I might disappear if he released me.

"Are you alright?" He spoke in a rough, strained voice.

I tried to open my mouth, but all I could manage was a broken, faint sound because my throat was burning.

Beside him, Dorian emerged, his black brows knitted. "She appears pallid. Was she—?

Finnick interrupted him, his hands tightening around me, "She's breathing."

I took a deep breath and pushed out the only words I could manage. "Where am I?"

Chapter 71:A Perilious Awakening