Freya Belongs to Me

Freda's P.O.V.

"I, Troy Hugo, reject you, useless, low-rank omega, as my mate and future Luna," I heard the crown prince's voice, and 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 indeed deserves 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, but happiness seems to be a nightmare for me.

I remained in a corner, admiring the moon, and then 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 realized I had found my mate.

I was eager and lifted my head to see who it was, but I was left speechless. My mate was my pack's arrogant, prideful crown prince and soon-to-be Alpha. I was happy, but deep down inside, I felt I should expect a rejection.

I had the feeling he would reject me, and like I expected, he did.

At first, he froze, perhaps realizing that I was his mate. The next thing I noticed, he—or should I say his wolf—released a loud howl, and then he turned to stare at me.

I vibrated at the intense hate in his eyes and could feel my heart crashing 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 had never failed to make my life miserable, arrived and enclosed her arms around Troy 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, it was coming from my mated mate, and that's why it hurt like hell.

"Unacceptable!" Gina growled, turning to stare between her sweetheart, Troy, and me.

"Yeah, Freya, my only nemesis in this world, turned out to be my mate. The moon goddess sure works in wonderful ways, he said."

"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. The sight of this hurt as hell, but what can I do? Life decided to be cruel to me, and I can do nothing about it.

Then the trembling and almost tearful Gina returned to life, sent me an evil grin and walked away with Troy towards the stage in the crowd's presence.

I couldn't help but wonder why I believed this was not the end of it and that something would 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, 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 later, everybody started going; the festival had ended. Meanwhile, Gina came to where I was lying 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.

I guess that p*ss*d her off. She pulled me up by my chokers and 'smack' kicked me in my face. Gina was far more potent than me and had a powerful lineage, while I was a hopeless and 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 saw this and smirked with relief.

"Serves you right, b*tch, 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, then spat on my face and left.

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 because 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 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 drooling. It was a handsome guy with massive, 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 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 severe headache. I tried to use the strength left in me to get up, which was a success, only to find myself in an unknown room. I was surprised and looked around swiftly, and then I realized I was in an enormous bedroom, one that could never be compared to my hellhole of a room.

I murmured shakily, looking down at myself. This is not my room. Alas! I was completely nude with the duvet wrapped around me. Under the duvet, I clasped closely to my body.

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

I had never for once slept naked. Then, suddenly, I heard a loud groan beside me. It sounded so noisy that I chilled, and then I summoned the courage to turn and see who it was, only to find a handsome, 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 his sound and peaceful sleep.