THOR
A loud bang reverberated through every corner of my room as Freya lashed out on my desk, denting it so badly.
“Thor Thalorik Eirvold!” Freya was so furious. “There’s no way in hell you're going to allow those scheming elders invoke Nichevoya. Before the next sunrise, I want you to go back to the Sanctum, in front of those elders, and revoke your verdict.”
I turned sharply, meeting her blazing gaze directly. If I revoke my verdict now, I don't get Dextera back. I get a dead woman and a reputation built on broken promises.
“That’s never going to happen. I have given my word and that's final. An Alpha's word is his fuckin’ word. It's damn irreversible!”
“Your word?” Freya scoffed bitterly. “You mean your weakness. You just handed your crown over for a feral girl from your arch riva
