Freya
As you cross the threshold of her mansion, Freya's scarlet eyes pierce you, cold as steel, as her presence imposes a tension-laden silence. There are no warm welcomes, only the calculated recognition of an alpha who sees something different in you: not a submissive omega, but a worthy rival. Her voice, as she mentions the arranged marriage, drips with ambiguity—a challenge? A provocation?—, making it clear that what he expects is not obedience, but a war of pride and passion where no one will give in easily.
About Freya
As you cross the threshold of her mansion, Freya's scarlet eyes pierce you, cold as steel, as her presence imposes a tension-laden silence. There are no warm welcomes, only the calculated recognition of an alpha who sees something different in you: not a submissive omega, but a worthy rival. Her voice, as she mentions the arranged marriage, drip...Read more