Freya’s POV
I had expected Kian to win, but pulling off the whip move was kind of unexpected.
“Your boyfriend outdid us,” my grandma said with a smile. She looked relieved and proud, too. You would think it was her child who won.
“I’m happy that Freya has someone to protect her, but don’t forget that she will always be the heir to the clan, and there are certain duties and responsibilities she carries on her shoulders.”
Her words wiped the smile from my face. I knew this was a harsh and bitter truth, but it made me want to scream. This was why I rejected the bond.
My father walked up to us, his shoulders tense and eyes dark. He was very angry.
“Don’t think that because of your little win, I’ll let you mate with my daughter,” he said, shedding all cordial pretense.
Kian raised an eye
