Freya had been crying since Alpha Logan left with Lucia.
She sat in Samantha’s room, curled up on the edge of the bed, her eyes swollen and sore. Her chest ached, not from any physical wound, but from the quiet betrayal that had been eating at her soul since the moment she saw Logan and Lucia walk out together.
She thought about her father. The man who had signed away her life like a piece of property. She thought about Lycril, her stepmother, who had convinced him she was useless—a burden better traded than kept.
And then there were Amanda and Enzo. The tormenters of her childhood. The ones who reminded her every day that she was unwanted. The scars from their cruelty still ran deep beneath her skin.
She hated them all.
Tears flowed again, hot and relentless. She felt like her body w
