Freya sat on the bench outside Logan's chambers long after the voices behind the door had faded into silence. Her hands were clenched in her lap, her mind a swirling mess of doubts and questions she couldn’t silence. Lucia’s arrival had unsettled everything, tilting the fragile balance Freya had only just started to accept.
She wasn’t angry that Lucia was back. No, that wasn’t it.
She was angry that it hurt.
Because Lucia had once been promised a future with Logan. And Freya? She was just a breeder. A pawn. A vessel for the Alpha King's heir. Nothing more.
She stared down at her hands.
What if this baby—the only tie she had to this place—wasn’t enough to keep her here?
What if she was nothing to him?
She had barely moved when she heard footsteps. Eve. The omega with a mouth sharper
