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Freya's POV
“I am not a thief! I didn't steal it!”
I said as I was crying on the floor. I was on my knees, holding an empty royal blue velvety box.
“Stop lying, Freya. You stole our family’s heirloom,” my sister, Evica, said with a cruel voice.
I was in my house, yet they called me a thief, accusing me of stealing my grandma’s ring, which she had handed to my mother before she died.
​“No, I didn’t take it. Why would I?” I shook my head, refusing to admit to a lie.
​I looked up at the couple standing over me with pure disdain. “Mom, Dad… please. Trust me. I have no idea where the ring is.”
​The words felt thin. The man and woman I called my parents weren't mine by blood. Killian Jones was my father’s stepbrother. He and his wife, Lima, had adopted me when I was ten, right after my parents died.
They had moved into our house, taken over my parents' company, and treated me like a maid in my own birthright. I’d watched them pour love into their daughter, Evica, while I was treated like an intruder.
​Yet, I had served them, hoping that one day they would love me back.
​“Check her room, Killian,” Lima said, her hand suddenly snagging my hair, making me hiss. “If she’s hiding it, she’ll pay.”
A moment later,
The maids tore my room apart. They pulled an elegant ring from my closet. It caught the light, sparkling mockingly.
My heart stopped. ​“N-No, I—”
SLAP!
My father slapped me. I held my cheek, then looked at him with teary eyes. I turned to Evica, who was grinning at me.
“Dad, it's Evica. She wanted to trick me. Ask her. She hid it in my room,” I said, pointing my finger at my sister.
My mother frowned at me. My father glared and yelled,
“Enough! You stole the heirloom. That's my mother's ring. How dare you steal it?” He growled at me in anger.
Being an omega, I flinched at his yelling. But his mother's ring? Or his stepmother's ring?
Yet I begged him. “Please don't punish me for something I never did.”
Evica spoke out, ​“Dad, can I choose her punishment?” Evica asked sweetly.
​“Yes, my dear," he replied, handing the ring to her. "After all, you’re the rightful owner now.”
​I watched the ring slide into her hand.
My eyes widened. I remembered my mother telling me, “Your grandma said it belongs to you, Freya.”
That ring was the anchor of our family lineage, a symbol of who I truly was. They could steal my home, money, and business, but they couldn't change the fact that the heirloom’s true descent stopped with me.
I was the rightful heir!
Evica smirked at me. “Come with me. I have already prepared the punishment for the crime.”
She dragged me into an empty room, and my heart froze.
The only thing inside the room was a porcelain bathtub filled with jagged blocks of ice.
Evica’s nails dug into my skin, her grip tightening as she forced me toward the frozen white tomb she had chosen for my punishment.
"Enjoy your throne, sister," Evica chuckled.
My parents watched with cold, clinical eyes. “A perfect punishment." Lima nodded.
I hissed and yanked my arm away from Evica in defiance.
“Impossible!”
Seizing the moment, Evica threw herself to the floor, a calculated sob escaping her lips as she played the victim.
At that time,
Heavy footsteps echoed outside, drawing closer to the room.
The door swung open, and my heart clenched with a painful surge of hope.
It was the man I had loved since I was eighteen.
For three long years, that love hadn't wavered for a single second.
He was fiancé Logan Hayes.
Logan was a powerful Alpha in our Crimson Hollow Pack at twenty-five, a man who could be the head Alpha if his cousin weren't in the way.
‘He is here to save me…’ I thought with a breath of relief.
However, I was shaken when he didn’t even glance at me but rushed to Evica. He helped her to stand up.
Evica got to her feet. She collapsed into his embrace, her weeping filling the silence.
“Logan,” she choked out, weaving her web of lies, “It wasn't enough that she stole my family heirloom… now she’s trying to hurt me. She pushed me!”
Seeing Logan, my parents gulped, looking at him politely.
My father stepped forward and spoke shamelessly, “Evica is right. Even if Freya is your fiancée, Logan, she’s still a thief. She needs this lesson.”
Logan looked at the tub filled with ice. I ran to him, the man who had promised to cherish me forever.
I reached for his hand. But Logan pulled away, his face hardening like stone. He looked at the heirloom on Evica’s finger and then at me.
“I can't believe I am marrying a thief!"
“No! Trust me, Logan. I didn’t steal that ring. Please stop them. Don't let them punish me.” My voice cracked at the end.
Evica held Logan’s arm tightly.
She was the exclusive model of our company. My colleagues in my office always gossiped that my fiancé was cheating on me with my sister. But I always neglected the rumors. I trusted Logan blindly.
My hope that Logan would save me held my heart tightly.
But it crashed the next second when Logan spoke.
“She should be punished,” Logan declared.
​I stared at him, shattered. My world went gray.
​“She hates me, Logan!” Evica wailed again. “She even threatened to complain to Aleric Vance to have me banished!”
Her words silenced the whole room. The atmosphere grew thick.
‘Aleric Vance’
The name itself was a physical weight, a throne of power.
Silence didn't just fall; it gripped the room by the throat. The mere mention of that name turned everyone frozen in place.
Aleric Vance was the soon-to-be head Alpha of our pack. He was Logan's cousin and just two years older than him.
Unlike Logan, who led the pack company— Aleric had spent years on his own company. He built it with his own hand, which could now swallow the whole pack company easily.
I was aware of the rumors. 'In the business world, he is a shark. On the grounds of war, he is a monster.'
I had never met that man. He didn't come to Logan's and my engagement party. He had been out of the pack for years for his business.
But just thinking about him, I felt a shiver run down my body.
A loud growl echoed in the room, shaking all of us.
It was Logan who growled. He was furious as he clenched his jaw and muttered,
"Did you blackmail her in the name of that vicious man?”
Logan actually hated Aleric Vance. Because of Aleric, he couldn't be the head Alpha.
I shook my head at Logan. "I never said that!”
He grabbed my arm tightly, hurting me. "You always bullied her, Freya. But like this! How can you stoop so low?"
I looked at him with teary eyes. "Logan, why do you always believe her instead of me—"
THUD!
He pushed me to the tub.
I was shocked.
The world vanished in a scream of white cold when my body fell into the tub. The ice bobbed against my skin, piercing me like a thousand tiny needles.
He didn’t listen to me. I didn't see any sympathy for me in his eyes either.
I sank down, the freezing water rising to my collarbone, my breath hitching in my throat as the temperature of my body began to lower.
​“You deserve this,” Logan said, wrapping an arm around Evica’s shoulder. He summoned his guards and ordered,
“Watch her. Make sure she doesn't escape.”
No scream came out of my mouth, only a silent breaking of my soul. Logan held Evica as if she were porcelain, leaving me behind in the rising frost.
My parents scoffed, their eyes confirming what I already felt… I was worthless to them all.
The truth hit me harder than the cold.
I had loved a man who didn't just refuse to protect me; he was the one who left me here to freeze.
The hours crawled by.
My teeth chattered, my limbs turning numb.
But no one came to save me. Not even Logan. The love and care were never for me.
All these years, in return, he treated me like dust.
Later that night,
Evica returned to see me. She grinned, leaning over the edge of the tub.
She reached out and pushed a floating block of ice closer to my chest.
I shut my eyes, biting my bottom lip in pain.
She whispered in my ear with a chuckle, "Everyone believes me, Freya. By morning, you’ll be forgotten, just another ghost in this house."
I didn't give her the satisfaction of a scream or a reply. She left with a smirk, leaving me to the deepening silence of the night.
My limbs grew heavy as the sharp sting of ice faded into a terrifying, hollow numbness.
Looking at my engagement ring on my finger, I felt a familiar sting of humiliation.
In the silence, I vowed,
'This is the end. I will never let them hurt me again.’
-
In the morning,
I opened my eyes in the tub. The guards helped me out of the tub and took me to my bedroom.
They threw my damp body in bed and said,
“Your punishment is over.”
My lips curled into a sad smile. I could only laugh at myself.
It was painful to move. Yet, with my shaky hands and broken heart, I reached for my phone and sent a message to the man I had loved for three years.
​"Let's break this engagement, Logan."

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Chapter 2

I stared at my phone for a long time, waiting to see Logan's reply.
But he never replied.
The guards long left.
A maid, Althea, walked into my room. "You need to change, Miss Freya."
Her hands reached to touch me. But she gasped, her eyes rounding in shock. "Oh, no! You’re burning up!"
​She quickly dialed a number. "Hello? Mr. Hayes? Miss Freya is sick. She has a dangerously high fever.”
Logan's voice came out with annoyance, and I could hear it. ​"Give her medicine then. Why are you bothering me for that?"
​Then, a sound shattered what was left of my heart… Evica’s voice.
I snatched the phone from Althea and pressed it against my ear.
A sharp moan from my sister pierced the line.
“L-Logan, yes, yes! I—I am com—Ahh!"
Logan let out a low, guttural groan before the call abruptly disconnected.
I felt the sky had fallen over me.
The betrayal was no longer a rumor; it was a loud and clear reality.
Althea cleared her throat. “I think Mr. Hayes is busy—”
I handed her phone to her. She immediately left the room in awkwardness.
My body finally gave out, and I collapsed back onto the mattress.
The fever raged in my blood, but my heart had finally turned to stone.
​I wiped away the last of my tears. "No more," I whispered to the empty room. "No more tears, Freya."
***
​I spent three days lost in a feverish haze. My so-called family never checked to see if I was alive. Logan never replied to my text.
​By the evening of the fourth day,
I was summoned to the Hayes Mansion.
When I stepped inside the house,
I found Helena, Logan’s mother, waiting on the couch in the living room. Composing myself, I approached and forced out a greeting.
​”Aunt Helena.”
I thought Logan had talked to her and his father about breaking the engagement.
"Sit," Helena commanded.
She had always looked down on me.
Near the couch, tea and snacks were on the coffee table. Trying to show a final shred of respect, I reached out to pour her a cup of tea.
She just flicked the cup away, cold and dismissive.
​"I’m not interested in anything from your hand."
​The hot liquid splashed across my skin.
I hissed as the heat took hold; the back of my hand instantly turned red and swollen.
I immediately tried to blow the sting away.
“So weak!" Helena scoffed, her eyes full of disdain. "I’m ashamed my son chose you.”
I realized Logan hadn't told anyone about my message.
Just as the words stung, Logan’s voice cut through the air from behind.
"What are you saying, Mom?"
​I bit my lip, caught between the burn on my hand and the memory of that phone call. One last time, I hoped he would finally take a stand for me.
But when I turned my head to look at him, my eyes froze and my heart crashed in dust.
Logan was holding Evica's waist as both of them walked into the house together.
I was stunned to see them, my heart shattered.
‘Logan, you didn't have time to reply to me, but you have time to sleep around with my sister?’
"Logan, my son!"
Logan let go of Evica's waist and turned his head to me
There was no guilt in his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
I was silent, not feeling the need to reply to him.
He turned to his mother and asked,
​"Mom, why did you call me? I’m not interested in your bickering," Logan sighed, dismissing the humiliation I had just endured.
I scoffed at my own foolishness.
As Evica smirked at me in my defeat, I turned to leave. But Helena’s voice stopped me cold.
​“Logan, your dad called me an hour ago."
“There’s bad news.”
I narrowed my eyes, glancing at her in confusion.
Logan held her hand. “What happened, Mom?”
Helena cleared her throat and replied with a shaky voice,
“Aleric Vance is back to the pack.”
Silence fell like a shroud.
The weight of the name settled over the room like a fog.
​I watched the color drain from Logan’s face. Seeing him crumble at the mere mention of Aleric felt like justice.
‘The man you hate the most is back, Logan. It's good; you deserve to lose everything.’
I shifted my gaze to Helena. “I have another piece of news for you. I am breaking the engagement with Logan.”
​Helena stood frozen in shock. But Logan's face turned grim.
​I didn't give them another second and walked out of the house without another word.
Logan stormed out, following me behind as I heard his roar. “Freya, stop overreacting.”
I turned to him in anger. “We are over, Logan. I can't stay a single day with an asshole like you.”
​Logan let out a warning growl, his jaw tight. "What did you just say? Say it again!"
​Evica rushed out behind him. She grabbed my arm with a look of fake concern. “How can you do this to Logan, Sister? Don't break the engagement, please!”
She was pretending to be innocent. I glared at her and pushed her away. She fell on the ground.
​“Ahh! Logan, I’m hurt!” she cried out.
​Logan immediately held her into his arms. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft, the way it used to be with me.
He turned his icy glare back to me. "Apologize to Evica right now. Do it, and I’ll forget the nonsense you just spat.”
​I stared at him in disbelief. "An apology? You are dreaming."
​He froze, stunned by the defiance in me who had always obeyed him. In a flash of rage, he lunged, gripping my arm so hard it bruised.
​“I said apologize to—”
​I yanked my arm free and swung.
​SLAP!
​The sound echoed off the stone walls.
Evica let out a gasp.
Logan’s head snapped to the side, his hand flying to his reddening cheek. He looked at me as if I were a stranger.
​"You've been sleeping with my sister while making a fool of me," I said, my voice cold and steady. "Go to hell with her, Logan Hayes."
​I turned and walked away, leaving them standing in the shadow of the house they had already ruined.
-
The loud music thrummed my chest, making my head spin. I gripped my second glass of tequila, leaning against my best friend, Mila. After leaving Logan's house, I directly come to a club to burn my sorrow.
"I have warned you countless times. You never listened to me. I have seen him making out with Evica in a club once," Mila said with disdain.
Her words made me disgust Logan even more.
"I was a fool. But now he can go to hell with his royal Alpha reputation."
Although she was also drunk, she tried to reach for my glass. "I know, honey. I am proud of you. Now stop drinking too much!”
I did not listen to her. My gaze was fixed in the center of the club.
All of a sudden,
The girls gathered around the entrance and began to gasp and whisper.
"Hey! Look at them! What's going on?" I asked Mila, blinking my eyes a few times.
Mila glanced there and chuckled. "Must be male strippers?"
"Oh!"
Mila looked at me with a smirk and winked, "Since you are going to be single again, want to try one?"
Logan's and my family’s betrayal curved into my mind, turning my heart empty. So when Mila said that, my eyes returned their gaze toward the crowd.
A line of massive men in suits started to push the girls away as if making a room for someone.
Then I saw a man walking through the center of the path.
He was tall with broad shoulders that looked like granite. He had a sharp jawline and a nose that was straight. His hair was dark and styled in a sharp undercut, faded at the sides to keep things edgy, and screamed rebellious streak.
His black suit was the peak of old money luxury, perfectly tailored to his frame.
In my drunk state, his jacket looked like a costume to me.
He moved with a predatory gaze that made the air in the room turn cold and heavy.
Girls in the club could not help but stare at him with their jaws dropped.
However, his piercing and dark eyes made others take a step back from him.
"Him! I want him!"
I said to Mila and let out a chuckle. The man really caught my eyes. He made Logan look like a blurred sketch in my mind while he was a masterpiece in front of my eyes.
"Wait, what?" Mila asked with a confused look.
"They must be putting a show!" I mumbled.
Mila blinked a few times to look at where I was pointing at. She was so drunk that she could not see anything but blur. “I think role play…” she murmured with a giggle.
​I stumbled off the barstool, my head spinning as I lunged forward.
I slipped past a guard who clearly didn't expect a small, drunk Omega to move that fast.
Before anyone could stop me, I threw myself directly into the man’s path, forcing him to a dead halt.
The entire club turned silent.
The music seemed to die.
I looked at the man, my vision blurred.
He smelled like rain and power. I smiled and mumbled,
"Nice... Nice outfit. Did you rent this costume?"
He looked down at me, his eyes darkened. His brows furrowed by my question.
I tilted my head and asked, “W-Who are you?”
He didn’t move. He didn't even blink, piercing his gaze at me.
Then he spoke with a voice that was so deep, a silky growl that vibrated my bones.
“Who do you think I am?”

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Chapter 3

I ignored the shiver I was feeling in front of the man. I let out a messy drunken giggle and stepped toward him.
"You..."
I pointed my finger at his face; my mind started to think.
I guessed he was a male escort who was role-playing as a cold businessman to catch the women's attention.
The guards around him moved like shadows to grab me. But he stopped them with a look.
They immediately lowered their heads as if disobeying him would take their lives away.
They quickly cleared the area, telling people not to create any crowd. The girls glanced at me with strange looks and then moved away. The men in the club were already far away; who knew why?
I was oblivious to my surroundings. My gaze was fixed on the man in front of me.
"Yess! I caught you! You are a male escort," I replied to him with a bright grin as if I caught him red-handed.
The air around me suddenly felt heavy.
It felt like pressure before a lightning strike.
The guards around him stared at me with wide eyes after letting out gasps. But then glancing at the man, they again lowered their heads.
The man before me didn't flinch. "An escort?" he repeated. The words sounded dangerous coming from him.
I lifted my hand and placed it on his suit jacket. My fingers slowly moved on his expensive suit as I murmured,
"Yes, you are an escort. You are too gorgeous to be a guest. And this suit..."
I patted my hand on his chest over his jacket. "This suit costs more than my life."
Then ​I grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket, and stood on my toe to reach near his face.
My face moved close to his, and I spoke in a low tone,
"You are an escort but a very high-end one. I think you are the most expensive man that the club could offer.”
​I paused, then flashed him a slow, daring smile. “How much do you take for one night?"
Upon hearing me, the man remained silent.
He didn't say a word, but his eyes turned darker, pinning me where I stood.
The silence between us felt like a physical weight, ready to crush me.
If there were another man in his place, he would have taken advantage of me by pulling me in his arms.
But he was different, a man who looked like he was made of ice. No lust for a lonely drunken woman who leaned this close to him.
"You think I am for sale?" He broke the silence with his cold voice.
"Everyone has a price. What’s your price for a single night?" I mumbled, my head spinning.
My hands slipped from his suit jacket, my toes unbalanced, and I was going to fall back.
His strong hand suddenly reached out, catching my waist to stop me from falling. His grip was firm, marking my body through my dress.
I tilted my head, looking up at him through a haze.
He lowered his face to my ear, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I am afraid I am far more expensive than you could ever afford."
His breath brushed hot against my skin. My heart skipped a beat.
He pulled me up straight and released me. I looked at him with an angry look. I thought he did not want me just like Logan.
'Does he know that I am an omega? Or does he think I am an ugly woman? Is he feeling disgusted by me? 'I thought.
"You are quite drunk. Go back with whom you came here with. Or just go find another man. I am not here to play."
Saying that, he turned in the other direction after giving me a cold glance.
I frowned when the guards shadowed him, following him behind.
I got rejected by another man!
I felt like crying. Why was I really not enough for a man? Perhaps I did not have the perfect body or beauty that could keep them up.
I wanted to complain to Mila about that escort. But when I turned my head, I saw she had already passed out on the bar counter.
I sighed, turned my head back, and watched the man sitting on a couch. The guards went to stand behind the couch.
The man grabbed a glass of wine. One hand resting on the back of the couch, he crossed his leg and took a slow, calculated sip of his drink.
His eyes never drew to me. I glanced at the direction where he was looking.
He was staring at the dance floor where other women were dancing in short dresses.
"Is he trying to find another customer?" I whispered under my breath.
I shook my head. I would not let another woman snatch him away from me tonight.
I walked in his way with stumbling steps and fell on the seat next to him on the couch.
He didn't bother to look at me. "You again?" he uttered while sipping his drink. He sounded annoyed.
"Just name your price," I said, sitting up straight and taking heavy breaths.
He slowly turned his head to me. His cold eyes met mine again. "I am never the one being sold. I am the one who buys, little wolf."
​I let out a heavy sigh, my head dropping as the weight of his gaze pinned me down. He just watched me, silent and calculating.
​“You’re just making excuses,” I whispered. “You don’t want me. But everyone has a price. Even my own parents treat me like a business deal. My—”
​“Enough!”
He interrupted, his voice cutting through mine like a blade. “Don’t bore me with your sad stories. I’m not interested.”
I looked at him with teary eyes. "Do you also think I am not enough for a man? What do you think? Why did he do that to me… D-Do I deserve this?" I asked him as if he knew everything about my life and could give me an answer.
His cold aloof face did not look offended this time. He looked like a predator watching a very small mouse.
"You are the bravest girl I have ever met. Otherwise... no one has dared to come this close without my permission."
I tried to proceed with his words and then laughed. "You are trying to make an impression on me, right? Don't worry. I will pay you well. Tell me how much you will take for a night of making me forget my fiancé."
As soon as he heard me, he frowned. “Fiancé? You are a committed woman?” His eyes returned to the dark shade.
"The fiancé with whom I have already broken the engagement," I corrected him.
He stared at me in silence. I grabbed my purse and took out Logan's bank card, which he gave me after our engagement, and I had never used it before.
I pressed the bank card to the man's chest. He looked down at the card, frowning deeply.
"Not enough?" I asked.
I could not find anything else to offer until…
My gaze fell on the engagement ring that I forgot to return to Logan.
I chuckled and tried to take off the ring and offered it to the man. "You can take my engagement ring, too. I can assure it costs a million dollars."
He scoffed with a shake of his head. He then moved closer to me, causing my breath to hitch.
His eyes slightly narrowed when his gaze shifted to my hand, where he could see my swollen red skin.
His eyes returned to my face. "Keep your ring," he muttered, his dark eyes flashing with a predatory light. "I don't accept useless things, nor do I accept money from others. I don't work for money."
I was stunned. "Why are you here then?"
"Just to grab a drink. But you distracted me, woman," he spoke, a glint of anger in his voice.
Turning his head to the guards, he commanded, "Clear the exit. I am taking her with me."
I was taken aback. I tried to sound tough. "Hey! I didn't say I would go outside the club with you, Mr. Escort."
I got up from the couch after trying twice to make my way to Mila.
"Where are you going?" I heard him from behind.
"My friend is there; she passed out," I murmured with a dizzy mind.
He spoke to his guards again, "Check her friend's address and send her home."
I heard him but did not turn to him. All this time, I wanted him to agree to be with me for the night. But when he agreed, why was my heart thumping against my chest?
The influence of alcohol was really blurring my mind.
"I-I am going home then," I said, trying to walk away.
I had never gotten close with another man except Logan. My heart was racing, telling me to run away from the man behind me.
I realized I made a mistake. I was too drunk to think properly.
But then the man’s cold voice forced me to freeze my steps.
"You are not going anywhere."
With that commanding tone, his strong arms grabbed my waist, pulling me back against his solid chest before lifting me high off the floor.
I looked at him with my drunken wide eyes. “W-What are you doing?”
His cold eyes locked into mine with chilling intensity.
"How about I reverse the deal?”
The closeness was too much for me. The warmth coming from his body was different from anything I had ever felt before.
But the coldness in his eyes was piercing.
My head spun.
I blinked, but the world was already fading to black. Then before I could say another word,
I passed out right against his chest.

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