The Immortal Alpha King, said the words with an evil grin etched on his face.
At first, Freya could not focus on what he had just said. His hands were locked around her throat, and his fingers pressed deep around her neck as he choked the air from her lungs. Making breathing more painful by each second. Her vision swayed and her body strained uselessly against his strength.
But then his words settled.
And with them came memory.
Memories from the previous times she had been killed by this same man. Memories dragged forth by that same line, always spoken in the final moments before he ended her life.
***
It had started before Freya even knew what she was.
Before she learned, from his own lips, that she was the last descendant of the Moon Goddess and one of her bloodlines.
A "Moon Blood," as he had called them.
He had found her being bullied by pack mates.
When he appeared, she thought he had come to save her at first.
