Nicole’s breath caught the moment the word mate left Freya’s lips. For a second, no one moved. The air in the dungeon was heavy—so still it felt as though even the torches had stopped flickering.
Then Nicole shook her head, slowly at first, then faster. “No,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “That’s not possible.”
Freya turned toward her, confused, her heart still pounding painfully fast. "Exactly. It can't be possible. It should not be possible. Never ever!"
Nicole stepped forward, her expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. “Daniel can’t be your mate, Freya. He just can’t.”
Freya’s brows furrowed. “Irene must be mistaken. She must have made a mistake.”
"This can't be happening,” Nicole said, her voice trembling, “he can't be your mate. I once had such forbidden love
