If there were two things Freya couldn’t stand it was people seeing her scream or cry and she had just both within the space of a minutiae of each other.<br/>“Anyway enough about me, where are we heading?” She got out the bath covering herself with a towel.<br/>She hated the scars all over her body, her former mate had been a brute.<br/>When Freya’s father found out about the abuse he had not been kind, but by that time much of the damage had been done.<br/>Her back was a patch work of sliver lash scars, her belly was obviously scar.<br/>Although you could barely notice it her nose had also been broken and rebroken many times.<br/>Until that man Freya had been a very proud women, a doctor of finest calibre and daughter of the Alpha.<br/>Now she had had most of that sapped away from her, consumed by self-loathing and that mans greed.<br/>Each scar was a reminder of her weakness and her shame, each and every day.<br/>Part of her was glad she was never going to have kids.<br/>In her mind what Cubs would want Freya as a mother?<br/>She couldn’t even make a man she was promised to since birth love her so what would a child think<br/>Turning back to Fain Freya faked a smile and picked up a hair brush yanking it through her hair.