FREYA’S POV
I slammed the door to my room so hard that the sound reverberated through the hallways, but I didn’t care. My hands trembled as I paced back and forth across the room, seething with rage. How dare Lukas bring another woman into his home—into my future life? How dare he call her his mate, as if I didn’t exist?
The thought of her, Selenea Axel, sent my blood boiling. Her face haunted my mind, and no matter how hard I tried to push her out, the image of her fiery red hair and piercing eyes burned into my consciousness. She was taking everything from me—my rightful place by Lukas’s side, the life I’d dreamed of since I was child, the future I’d built in my mind.
I grabbed the nearest object—a vase—and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall, shards scattering
