Chapter 1
Freya's POV
I lay naked on the bed, my fingers relentlessly tracing over my body, a fire of desire raging inside me, leaving me hollow and restless.
As a werewolf, my heightened senses amplified the torment, every inch of my skin aching for something—anything—to satisfy this need.
My body writhed uncontrollably, sinking deeper into this forbidden pleasure. My nipples, swollen and erect from constant teasing, felt almost numb as I kneaded them with desperate hands.
"Fuck," I moaned, hating how desperate I sounded.
Through the haze, one thing was clear - Tiffany had drugged me. That bitch.
My legs rubbed together instinctively, my hands gliding over my skin, up to my chest.
I couldn’t suppress the desperate longing for a man to appear, to fill the gaping void in my soul.
In my daze, I heard footsteps approaching. The drug made everything blurry, but I could make out a man's shape in the doorway.
My heart hammered against my ribs. He was breathing hard, and even through the fog in my head, I could tell he was big. Strong. Dangerous.
No, my brain screamed. Get away from him.
But my body had other ideas. When he pulled me close, I melted into him instead of fighting.
His rough hands grazed my sensitive skin, sending electric shivers through me, making me cling to him even tighter.
My legs instinctively hooked around his waist as I whimpered, “Faster, I can’t take it… I need more!”
“Damn, baby, you’re so sexy.”
His voice was low and gravelly, laced with a teasing edge, his breaths growing heavier.
His cock was hard as steel, slamming into my pussy with relentless force, each thrust hitting deep inside me, making my body quake uncontrollably.
His thick shaft ravaged me, stretching me to the brim, every stroke hitting my sweet spot until my resistance crumbled under the savage rhythm.
“I… I need more…”
Lust surged to a fever pitch, my body nearly breaking under his relentless pounding, each thrust striking my very soul. His cock pumped into me faster and faster, the friction burning me up until I felt like I might melt.
My mind started to blur, a deep exhaustion washing over me, as if I were trapped in an endless, depraved dream, unable to escape...
Until a familiar voice from outside jolted me awake. I opened my eyes to see my naked body and realized that everything that happened last night wasn't a dream.
The door burst open with a thunderous crash that made my heart skip a beat. I watched as two figures entered—the balding man in front was my father, Marcus Austen, Alpha of the Star Pack! And trailing behind him was my step sister, who had drugged me last night!
"Freya!" His voice could have shattered glass. "You're supposed to marry Alexander next month, and I find you like this?"
"Dad, listen to me. Tiffany set me up-"
"Bullshit! Don't you dare blame your sister for your mistakes!"
"Freya, I know you hate me because I'm illegitimate," Tiffany sniffled. "If blaming me makes you feel better, I understand. I just didn't want that man to hurt you."
The performance was Oscar-worthy. I wanted to throw up.
"You lying piece of-"
Dad's hand cracked across my face before I could finish. The slap echoed in the room.
I bit down hard, refusing to let the tears fall, enduring both the pain and humiliation.
"That's it." Dad's voice was ice cold. "You're done. Get out of my pack. The Star Pack doesn't need a disgrace like you."
He turned and walked away. Just like that.
"Dad, please!" I tried to follow, but I was still naked under this thin blanket. "Just listen to me!"
He never looked back.
"Why?" I turned on Tiffany the second Dad was gone.
She dropped the innocent act immediately. "Why do you think? You had everything handed to you - the pack, Alpha Alexander, the jewelry business. What did I get? Scraps."
"So you poisoned the whole family?"
"I almost died from that poison, but it was worth it to watch Dad turn against you." She smiled like a shark. "And now I get to take everything that should have been mine."
"You're fucking ruthless!" I snarled through gritted teeth, hatred threatening to consume me.
It was after that poisoning incident that my father's tolerance for me plummeted, his attitude taking a sharp turn for the worse, while he grew increasingly fond of her.
"Freya, you know what? From the first day Mom and I entered the Star Pack, when you looked at me with such contempt, I swore I'd take everything from you."
Tiffany looked down at me with madness in her eyes.
"Why should you be better than me at everything? Why were you born with legitimate Alpha blood? You're more talented at jewelry design than me, and even the Alpha chosen for you is more better than any boyfriend I've had."
At this, Tiffany's face darkened, her voice tightly controlled, her eyes filled with twisted jealousy.
"So what if I'm illegitimate? So what if I'm inferior to you in every way?" She laughed coldly. "Freya, you've been banished from the pack by your own father. Now I'm about to take over the Crown & Gem."
I stared at Tiffany with pure loathing. Fuck! I hated myself for figuring it out too late, for not digging deeper into everything that had happened before.
"Yes, that's the expression I love—wanting to kill me but being completely powerless to do anything about it." Tiffany laughed maniacally, casually shoving my chin away like she was tossing out garbage.
"I've been waiting for this day for so long. You must be so jealous of me right now, aren't you? From today on, everything in the Star Pack belongs to me, including your fiancé Alexander Reid, Alpha of the Moon Shadow Pack!"
She looked at me with pity. "Freya, why don't you just crawl into some forgotten corner and die like a rat."
At this, she seemed to remember something amusing she wanted to share. "Oh, there's one more thing I forgot to tell you. Your clothes were so filthy, I was kind enough to throw them in the trash. After all, the Star Pack can't have useless garbage lying around, don't you think?"
I stared daggers at Tiffany, burning her image into my memory.
I would have my revenge!
Without saying a word, I wrapped the blanket tighter and headed for the door.
"Wait." Tiffany's voice stopped me cold. "That's my blanket."
I stared at her. "You're kidding."
"Give it back."
She yanked it off me and threw it on the floor. Then she stepped on it, grinding it under her heel.
Fine. I'd leave with nothing. Wouldn't be the first time.
The storm hit the second I stepped outside. Rain mixed with whatever tears I had left, and I couldn't tell which was which anymore.
At least the streets were empty. Small mercy.
I looked back at the Star Pack one last time. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
I'd get everything back. And when I did, Tiffany would pay for every single thing she'd taken from me.