Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 86: broke free

Freya gasped, her vision swimming, but her will was iron.

She rose, her hands glowing brighter, frost swirling around like a snow storm.

She trapped the bear’s hind legs in ice, anchoring her, and darted close, her fists encased in frozen gauntlets, slamming into the bear’s ribs—crunch—the sound visceral, the bear’s roar faltering.

The bear broke free, her claws slashing, catching Freya’s thigh, blood soaking her pants, but Freya countered, freezing the bear’s other paw, then her chest, the ice creeping, slowing her.

The bear’s movements grew sluggish, her breath labored, her eyes wide with dawning fear.

Freya’s eyes burned, her past flashing—her first kill, a boy frozen solid, his heart stilled, his face etched in terror.

She channeled that memory, anger sprouted within her, hands blazing with cold, and with a primal scream, she unleashed a torrent of ice, encasing the bear completely.

The grizzly stood frozen, a glistening statue, her fur locked in crystal, her eyes trapped in a final, desperate stare.

Freya’s power pulsed, chilling the bear’s core, her heartbeat slowing, then stopping, her life extinguished—a mirror of Freya’s first kill, cold, final, dead.

"It must be chilly in there." Freya taunted.

She raised her fist, her smile feral, ready to shatter the corpse into shards, ƒгeewebnovёl.com

when...

WWHHAMM!!!

A deafening crash erupted beside her, the wall exploding in a cloud of dust and debris.

She spun, icicles forming on her hands, sharp and ready, her body coiled to strike.

The dust settled, revealing a blonde woman with electric blue eyes and a superhero costume which hugged her perfectly—Lightning Lass, her unexpected presence a storm in the dim house.

Freya’s instincts flared, but a sharp click sounded beneath her ears, and Kael snapped the collar back around her neck, the icicles vanishing as her powers locked away, her breath catching at the sudden restraint.

"Kael!?" Freya exclaimed looking at him, but Kael showed her his hand, telling her that he will take care of her.

Liss stepped closer, her boots clicking on the shattered floor, her smirk sharp as a blade.

"Well! Well! Well! That was one hell of a show, from amateurs." Liss mocked.

"You should arrange these fights in a cage, Kael, with an audience," she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery as she stopped before Freya and Kael, who stood protectively in front of her, his body a shield. "Could make more money that way—and satisfy your... twisted desires."

"What do you want, Liss?" Kael asked, his voice steady, his hazel eyes narrowing, sensing the danger in her amusement.

Liss shrugged, her electric blue eyes glinting with a predator’s glee. "I saw you with Icy, so I followed you—curious as to what you were going to do, I actually thought you were going to do something perverted in the public. But now I see you’ve got yourself a cage fight." She circled the frozen bear, her fingers trailing the frost, her smirk widening. "Not what I expected, but damn, it’s cold."

"It isn’t what you think," Kael said, his tone firm, his jaw tight, but Liss ignored him, her gaze fixed on the bear’s icy tomb. "Bear-woman. A-class," she mused, her voice authoritative, brooking no dissent. "I’m taking her."

Kael glanced back at Freya, her blue eyes meeting his, a subtle nod—she’d killed the bear-woman, her revenge avenged; Liss taking the body was just cleanup, a grim convenience, a body to dispose of their shoulders.

"Okay, she’s yours," Kael said, his voice neutral, masking the relief that coiled in his gut.

Liss lifted the massive frozen bear with unnatural ease, electric sparks crackling around her arms, illuminating the dim room.

She turned, her gaze flicking to Freya, a mocking smile curling her lips, a scoff escaping as if Freya were a speck beneath her notice.

Then she looked at Kael, her voice biting. "Hope you’re keeping that redhead bitch in line," she said, referring to Rhea, her words a needle.

Kael nodded, his jaw tightening.

"Stop stalking me, Liss," he shot back, his tone edged.

Liss winked, her smile sharp as a spark. "See ya," she said, and electric sparks enveloped her, her body blurring as she leaped upward, smashing through the roof, leaving a trail of shattered wood and jagged holes in her wake, the bear-woman’s frozen corpse gone with her.

Kael exhaled, a heavy sigh of relief, the tension draining from his shoulders, his hazel eyes flicking to the wreckage above.

"I hate her too," Freya whispered from behind, her voice tired, bruised but fierce, her body aching from the fight, her damp clothes clinging to her battered frame, blood seeping from her thigh and cheek.

Kael turned, his grin warm, genuine, his voice carrying a quiet pride.

"You were a hell of a fighter, Freya," he said, his hazel eyes softening, admiring her strength, her fire.

Freya’s lips curved, a weary smile breaking through her exhaustion, her blue eyes glinting with a spark of pride, her body swaying slightly but standing tall.

They stepped outside, the morning air sharp, the city’s alleys quiet, the dawn’s gray light softening the world.

They walked side by side, their steps slow, Freya’s hands held Kael’s for support, but that might just be a ruse for a little intimacy.

Kael glanced at her, his voice light, probing. "Wanna go shopping? Your clothes look torn, we will patch you up and eat out for a change?"

Freya shook her head, her smile sharpening, her blue eyes locking on his, resolute. "No, Haven," she said, her voice firm, a queen’s command. "You promised me anything if I won, Kael. I beat her—twice. I want my reward...s."

Kael’s grin faltered briefly, his mind racing, the word freedom a shadow in his thoughts.

If she asked to leave the Haven, would he let her?

Of course, No.

His resolve hardening, but he masked it with a nod, his voice steady, curious.

"Okay, fine," he said, his hazel eyes searching hers. "What’s it gonna be?"

Freya had already decided what her first reward was going to be, her expression shifted, her nerves tensing, her blood boiling as she recalled Lightning Lass’s mocking scoff, the way her electric blue eyes had dismissed her as nothing.

Her fists clenched, her voice low, seething, a fire igniting within her. Kael noticed, his brow furrowing, his hand grazing her arm, grounding her.

"What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice soft, concerned.

"I really hate that Lightning Ass," Freya said, her voice sharp, her blue eyes blazing with a fury that rivaled her icy past. "So much that I want to become a hero—just to piss her off."

Kael blinked, caught off guard, his grin returning, wider, a spark of triumph in his eyes. "What?"

"I said, I want to be a hero," Freya stated, her voice clear, resolute, her gaze unwavering, a queen reclaiming her path, her future no longer bound by her past.