Freya’s POV
The moment I got home, I shut the door and leaned against it, pressing my head to the door. My head was aching and so was my chest. I took in deep breaths because my lungs felt like they were congested.
Orson. The word spun in my head, over and over again. Orson was the Alpha. I trusted him. At this point, if he could have kept something this big from me, I doubted he even loved me.
"Freya, Orson really loves you." Bree said. "Don't doubt him because of what happened today."
I threw my bag down and sat down on the couch, my hands were still shaking, the tears were still falling freely. Even if I wanted to stop crying, I'd just remember what happened and fresh tears would gather in the corner of my eyes.
You’re not stupid, Bree’s voice came softly, curling throu
