*Freya’s POV

The audacity of that vulture to call me a *bitch*. I ignored her, forcing myself to focus on my food, chewing slowly to keep my anger at bay.

“Let’s make one thing straight,” she said, her voice slicing through the dining room. “I’m his main bitch. We’ve been together for a long time longer than you could imagine. So you little sluts can go fuck yourselves. He’s mine.”

I froze, then let out a soft, disbelieving scoff. His main bitch? I actually chuckled. Not ...