Freya's POV
Quite A Charmer
I gulp as he stalks toward me, anger is evident in his every step. He grabs my wrist with an iron grip, dragging me into a dark hallway I didn’t even know existed. We walk further, ensuring we’re far enough from the crowd so no one can overhear us.
He slams me against the wall, pinning my arms beside me, and squeezing them tightly. This feels like déjà vu.
“What the hell are you doing here, Freya?”
“What do you think I’m doing, Lucian? I’m doing my job, idiot.” I glare at him, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "What else would I be doing here? Partying at a fight club? With a bunch of outlawed wolves?"
“You’re going to ruin everything, Astrid. Go home. I’ll handle this problem alone. You can have your girl’s day or whatever and leave the heavy lifting to me
