Freya Belongs to Me

Freya's P.O.V.

"I, Troy, renounce you, useless, low-rank omega, as my mate and future Luna," I heard the crown prince's voice. I sank to the floor in a heavy howl, sensing my soul cracking, resulting in unbearable grief.

"Meanwhile, I prefer Gina as my accepted mate and Luna, for she is indeed deserving of the position," Troy, the crown prince, included, and people gasped. Some people put me on the floor with pathetic expressions, while others mocked me and said I deserved it.

"What did I do wrong?" I thought. I was an omega and an outcast. I was mistreated, disgraced, and criticized by people.

I was taken advantage of and oppressed. My feelings were never cared for; instead, I was crushed and turned into everyone's slave.

I was supposed to be happy and rejoicing tonight, the full moon festival, but no one allowed me to.

I remained in a corner, admiring the moon, when I perceived the most pleasant aura ever, with my conscious wolf flipping in excitement.

I perceived my mate was near, and I had to find him. I started following the scent and went deep into the crowd to meet everybody dancing and rejoicing.

Suddenly, I bumped into someone, and from the pleasurable aura I was perceiving, I noticed I banged into my mate.

I was eager and lifted my head to look at who it was. It left me speechless, for my mate turned out to be none other than the arrogant, prideful crown prince and soon-to-be alpha of my pack. I was happy, but deep down inside, I felt I should expect rejection.

I thought he would reject me, and like I expected, he did. At first, he froze, perhaps knowing I was his mate. The next thing I noticed, he, or should I say his wolf, released a loud howl before he turned to stare at me.

I vibrated at the intense hatred in his eyes and could feel my heart dissolving into pieces. "How could the moon goddess be so wicked?" he growled, drawing everyone's attention, and I shivered.

Just then, my nemesis, Gina, who never failed to make my life miserable, arrived and enclosed her arms around Justin while staring swords at me. "Baby, what is wrong?" She requested, and I think I saw fear flash across her eyes.

"The moon goddess has betrayed me," Troy yelled, earning murmurs from people wondering what was happening. What do you mean, my love?" Gina asked, worried. "Please stop talking in parables and explain," she responded. I just discovered out now that this little, rejected tart is my mate," he growled. I felt tears at the brim of my eyes at his words and what he announced.

"My mate called me rejected," I thought, as I sneered in surprise while looking into his eyes, filled with bitterness and disgust for me.

I was used to this bale-filled look from everyone, but that it was coming from him, from my mated mate, hurt like hell.

"Unacceptable!" Gina growled, turning to stare between her sweetheart, Troy, and me. Yeah, Gina, my only nemesis in this world, my friend, turned out to be my mate. The moon goddess sure works in wonderful ways, I figured out.

"It can't be," Gina murmured, shivering. Troy, who saw this, went to her and folded his arms around her while muttering something into her ears. This sight hurt as hell,' I reflected.

The trembling, almost tearful Gina returned to life and sent me an evil grin before walking away with Troy toward the stage in the crowd's presence.

I wondered why and had this belief that something was going to happen.

"I am standing here before you all to make you all my witnesses for what I am about to do," he started, and I realized what he wanted to say. He rejected me without regret and bruised and smashed my heart into a million pieces. I lay down there on the floor, unable to leave, as I shed mute, pain-filled tears.

A few minutes thereafter, everybody started going; the festival had ended. Meanwhile, Gina came to where I was lying on the floor with her minions to make fun of me. "How does it feel to be rejected?" she teased, and her minions burst into laughter while I remained there, not responding to her nor looking at her.

Guessing that pissed her off, for she pulled me up by my chokers and 'smack' kicked me in my face. Yeah, Gina was far stronger than me and had a powerful lineage, while I was a hopeless, powerless omega. "How dare you neglect my question, you useless piece of trash?" she yelled and dumped me to the ground.

I winced at the ache as my body struck the floor. A nail on the floor pierced my left arm, and I choked in agony.

Gina, who saw this, smirked with relief.

"Serves you right, bitch, for trying to take my man," she said to me with a piercing frown. I just laid there, too weak to do anything or retaliate. All I could do was remain there and allow her to torment me. Gina flung me a look loaded with hatred before spitting on my face and exiting.

I struggled to get up a few minutes after she and her minions left. I tore a piece of my gown from the tip and wrapped it around my bleeding arm. I could not heal, for I was an omega. My healing rate was just like that of a human. I made my way to a bar, got drunk, and struggled to forget my misery for that night.

I sat at the bar and swallowed a full cup of hot vodka, which pierced my throat and made me feel so hot. Just then, I felt someone sit in the chair beside me. I turned to see who it was and whooped in awe, almost salivating. It was a drop-dead, handsome guy with huge, powerful arms.

My eyes were too blurred to sink into his features, but I bit my lips at his rock-hard chest, which looked like it was about to pop out of his t-shirt.

"Mind if I join you?" he inquired with a grin, and I nodded.

Freya's P.O.V.

I woke up the following day with a clanging headache. I tried to use all my energy to get up, which I did, only to find myself in an unknown room. Surprised, I looked around swiftly and found myself in an enormous bedroom.

This is not my room, I thought shakily, and looking down at myself, I noticed I was completely nude with just the duvet I was clasping closely to my body.

Now, I was losing it. What was I doing naked in a strange room?' I thought.

I had never for once slept naked. Then suddenly, I heard a loud groan and chilled before turning to look at who was beside me, only to find a dashing, elegant stranger.

I shrieked from shock, but not too loud, and covered my mouth so as not to wake up the stranger, who looked like he was still having a sound, peaceful sleep.

What transpired? I wondered. Just then, I felt a tingling ache between my legs, and I immediately raised the blanket and discovered blood on my lap and some on the sheet.

I gasped as I realized what had happened and what I had done. I started racking my trembling head for memoirs of last night.

"Mind if I join you?" the handsome, sexy stranger inquired with a grin, and I found myself nodding at his offer. What is a young, pretty lady like you doing out here on her own?" he asked me as he snatched the vodka. I was about to pour it into my throat from my grip and drown it instead.

I stared at him in surprise, amused at his gut. "Did you just snatch my drink from me?" I challenged him, tipsy, and he smirked.

"What if I did?" He asked teasingly, seductively licking his red, cherry lips in my face. I gulped, quickly feeling dehydrated.

I immediately turned to the barman and ordered water, gaining the man's startled and confused gaze. The sexy stranger beside me smiled in amusement.

"Would you Mind telling me what is funny?" I asked, turning to stare at the sexy stranger in fury.

"Easy there, tigress. I was just thinking what sort of lady orders a glass of water in a bar," he explained, and I quivered in embarrassment, realizing my mistake.

"It's okay to be forgetful sometimes," He continued in a soft tone, and I turned to glance at him, my eyes on his lips.

I found myself biting my lips while imagining how his lips would taste and feel on mine. I guess he saw my gaze on his lips, then smiled, leaned closer to me, whispered, and bit my earlobe.

"If you want something, I suggest you go for it," he suggested, and I did, catching his face in my palms, drawing my face closer to his, and sealing our lips together.

He returned the kiss and put his tongue in mine. We kissed for a moment, swapping saliva and biting one another lips. This was the first time I was kissing a guy or anyone, so I was kinda slow and not experienced, but the stranger had all in control.

I started to feel hot and needed him at the moment, so I started tugging off his clothes, forgetting we were at a bar, when he smiled and discharged my lips from the kiss.

I moaned in protest and moved forward for more, but he stopped.

"Easy, little wolf, not here at least," he said, reminding me we were at the bar. Surprisingly, I wanted his warmth and arms all over my body. "Besides," he began, and I turned to look at him in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He inquired, and I responded eagerly.

"Think before nodding, for once I claim you, I am never letting you go nor slip away from me" "he threatened, but all his words were not going down into my brain at the moment. I just needed his grip, touch, lips, and body all over mine.

I had never lusted after anybody this way before, I thought-even my mate. "I agree," I replied, and then an expression of hesitation flashed across his face.

"Are you sure?" he asked, and my heart softened at his question. He considered my judgment, something no one had ever done for me.

"Yes," I replied with a nod. " Take me," I added, and he growled, then stood up and offered his right palm to hold mine. I reached it without reluctance, and we made our approach out of the club and went to a very fancy resort nearby. It seemed he already booked a room; the receptionist nodded at him respectfully as we hurried upstairs.

Immediately, we walked into the room, and he closed the door and blotted it. He welcomed me into his arms and sealed my lips with his.

He not only pleasured me, he adored me. Offering me all the care and affection I had craved for the past 20 years.

I released ecstasy over and over again in his arms, and he did, too, then collapsed beside me on the bed. He tenderly drew me into his arms, codling and looking after me like he would never let me go. I was excited and coiled further into his warmth, then slipped gently into a deep slumber.

I gasped as I recalled everything.

'This is wrong, ' I realized as I turned to glance at the handsome man on the bed-the fellow who had made me experience what it felt like to be loved. I wanted to stay, but I had to go now before they discovered I was missing and traced me here to find out I had a hot night with a stranger.

I gradually got up from the bed, making sure not to wake him, and looked for my clothes wherever they were scattered. I then quickly got dressed without freshening up. I went to the door and was leaving when something stopped me.

Freya's P.O.V.

I looked at my injured arm and noticed it was bandaged. I wondered how and remembered before we had sex. He treated my arms to me. My heart melted, and I felt my legs frozen, not wanting to leave.

I was feeling this strong connection with him, but I had to. 'I just had to,' I thought, then I left the room and closed the door behind me, and on the stranger and the memories I had with him.

Meanwhile, in the room, the stranger's eyes flung open, and then he turned to the side of the bed to notice his little wolf was gone. He grinned and whispered. "I am coming for you, mate." I walked into my house and sat on the bed, exhaling with relief.

"I was home, and no one saw me," I thought, slamming myself on my bed to get some rest. Just then, I heard a knock on my door and rose. "Who could that be?" I wondered, getting off my bed, moving to the door, and opening it.

I held my breath at whom I had in front of me. Troy, the crowned prince of the pack. He was grinning, and I felt the urge to puke, disgusted by his sight. "What are you doing here?" I asked. He used a hand to shove me aside.

"I know you are happy to see me, so don't pretend," he said, and I scoffed. I refused to believe the level of his arrogance. You think highly of yourself, don't you?" I asked, and he shrugged. Well, I can't help it. I know how handsome I am and how much every lady desires me, including you," he replied.

"Just because Gina kisses your butt does not mean I would ever do the same," I said, then he turned to face me, growling. "And what do you mean by that?" He asked, but I ignored his question.

"Dear crowned prince, I would not want your chosen mate to know you came here and pulled my head off, so please take your leave," I told him, feeling surprised I could develop the guts to talk to him in such manners.

Of course, Troy was shocked. He scowled, then smirked. "Are you perhaps jealous I chose her over you?" he said, and my heart banged. My wolf struggled to wake up from her slumber, take control, and rip his face apart, but that was just a mere wish.

I am simply an omega, so I cannot shift. Besides, he is far more potent than me,' I thought. You already broke the bond between us, dear Alpha, so I cannot feel anything or any emotion called jealousy towards you, "I reminded him. His smirk transformed into a frown, and then he moved closer to me.

I kept drifting back as he came closer to me threateningly. I tried going backwards again, only to realize I had reached the wall and could not move further. The bastard sneered at that, then caged me to the wall, his face bending to my face like he wanted to kiss me.

"Wh...wh... what are you trying to do?" I stuttered, and he smirked at my nervous expression. "No one is entitled to you except for me", He growled possessively, and I arched my eyebrows at him. Selfish bastard, I cursed within.

"I doubt that is any of your business any longer. You already rejected me and chose someone else," I reminded him, just in case he had forgotten, and he grinned. Still, you are mine and mine alone," he growled possessively, then dashed out of my house, slamming the door behind him.

As soon as he was gone, I let out a breath I did not realize I was holding, wondering what psychopath the moon goddess had given me as a mate.

A few weeks later

We were all gathered outside in the palace hall. It was the coronation of Crown Troy. He was dressed as noble as an Alpha should be, while Gina was dressed gorgeously as a future Luna should be. She beamed from ear to ear and never failed to throw me a mocking gaze.

"Do you, Troy, promise to be a rightful and just leader?" The priest asked. "Yes, I do, " he replied, and I huffed in disbelief. Troy was the opposite of just, I thought, as I watched the priest place the crown on his head and proclaim him the Alpha.

There was thunderous applause and cheers. I had to join in the clapping to get any attention away from me. "Thank you all; I appreciate your support," Troy started the boring speeches Alpha gives after being crowned.

I fought the urge to yawn and concentrate. "I would love you all to witness what I am about to do next, " he began, and I froze, not knowing why I was having a bad feeling about this.

"Freya," he called loudly, and I shivered. The bastard had just made everyone focus on me, which I was trying to avoid. Gina looked confused after directing the dagger glares at me, making me wonder what I had done wrong.

It was her douchebag mate who called me, and it wasn't like I asked to be called. "Please step forward", He commanded, and I gasped within, wondering why. "Wasn't the humiliation he gave me a few weeks back enough?" I wondered to myself.

If this fool tries anything funny, I will kill him,' I thought and laughed. I was too weak to do so. I ignored the gasps and murmurs that went around and walked to the front. When I got to his presence, I bowed in acknowledgement. Something I despised myself for doing, but I did not have a choice.

"Come closer, Freya," he said, and I gulped, wondering why. If I had moved forward, I would have been on the stage. My wolf and subconscious were screaming at me to turn back at the moment, but I could not.