The council’s words still echoed in Freya’s mind long after the meeting had ended. When will the Alpha give us pups? The demand had been delivered without mercy, as if she were nothing but a vessel, a womb waiting to be filled.
Her heart had burned with humiliation, but she had kept her silence. And now, alone in her chamber, she faced the truth. Whether Alpha Logan was ready or not, her own mind was made. She would give herself to him, body and soul. Was that not the very reason her father had given her away? To repay a debt with her life, her body, her future?
If this was her fate, then she would embrace it. But she would do so on her own terms.
Freya moved to the closet, its carved doors opening to reveal silks, velvets, and lace finer than anything she had ever touched in Silverfang
