Valkyrie
“I, Ragnor Howard, Alpha of the Blue Fire Pack, reject Valkyrie as my mate.” His words cut through me like a blade, sharp and unrelenting. Today was meant to be the happiest day of my life. My eighteenth birthday. The day I was told I’d find my mate, the one person who would make me whole. “No! It can’t be! The Alpha’s mate is just a lowly servant?” someone shouted in disbelief, echoing my own thoughts. I had never dared to dream of becoming the Luna. How could I? I was nothing more than a maid in this pack. “A–Alpha...” My voice faltered, my breath catching in my chest. Ragnor’s crimson eyes bore into me, like seething with disgust, as if the thought of being tied to me was a curse. “I’m... sorry...” “Just accept it.” His command was cold and absolute, devoid of any trace of mercy. I dared not defy him, though my heart shattered under the weight of his words. Luna Dowager stepped forward then, her presence as icy and unyielding as her voice. “Valkyrie.” I tilted my head up to meet her gaze, trembling under the intensity of her silent disdain. “Say the words.” My lips quivered, and I bit down hard, nearly drawing blood. There was no escape from this humiliation. I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. “I... Valkyrie of the Blue Fire Pack, accept this rejection.” The words felt like a death sentence, ripping apart every hope I had clung to. My salvation, my dreams of freedom, of a family, crumbled into dust at my feet. Instead, I was left with shame, disgrace... and abandonment. “Now, return to your place,” Luna Dowager commanded. I nodded again, my legs trembling beneath me, though I dared to glance at Ragnor. Why was he so silent? “Remember your purpose in this pack,” she added, her tone sharp as a blade. “To serve me. To heal my son when your wolf awakens.” Her words struck like venom, but I said nothing. She was right. I was an outsider, adopted from a forgotten village, chosen only because of the peculiar ability they claimed I possessed—an ability to heal the madness caused by the Alpha’s generative syndrome. How could I ever forget? “Yes, Luna,” I whispered, stepping back. My knees shook, and my gown snagged under my feet. I stumbled, bracing for the inevitable fall. But Ragnor caught me. His hands gripped my arms, steadying me. For a fleeting moment, I felt warmth—a contradiction to the coldness he’d shown moments before. I looked up at him, searching for something, anything, that might betray his resolve. But his expression remained unreadable, his crimson eyes locked on mine. “Don’t mistake this for kindness,” he muttered under his breath, his tone as cutting as before. Then, he released me, and I staggered back, struggling to stay upright. A soft murmur rippled through the gathered pack members, their disdain and pity washing over me like a tide I couldn’t escape. My cheeks burned, but I refused to let the tears fall. “Enough,” Luna Dowager barked, silencing the crowd. Her gaze flicked between me and Ragnor, as if she disapproved of his momentary lapse. “Leave her. She knows her place.” Her words were a whip against my pride. I bowed my head, biting back the lump rising in my throat. “Yes, Luna.” My voice was barely audible, but it carried the weight of my defeat. I turned and walked away, forcing my trembling legs to carry me back to the servant’s quarters. Every step felt like a lifetime, the eyes of the pack burning into my back. My rejection wasn’t just a personal humiliation—it was a public spectacle. When I finally reached the solitude of my room, I shut the door behind me and collapsed onto the narrow cot. The silence pressed against my ears, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breathing. I pressed a hand to my chest, willing the ache to subside. “I’ll survive this,” I whispered to myself, though the words felt hollow. The door creaked open, and I bolted upright, startled. “Who—?” “It’s your master.” The voice sent a shiver down my spine. “My... master?” I stammered, standing quickly and rushing toward the door, desperate to confront the owner of that voice. There she stood—Beta Tasya, tall and imposing, her sharp eyes glinting with fury. “How dare you claim to be our Alpha’s mate?” she spat, her words venomous. Before I could respond, her hand lashed out, the sharp slap searing my cheek. “Be—Beta... what are you doing?” I gasped, my hand instinctively flying to the stinging mark on my face. Her eyes narrowed, and she stepped into the room, forcing me to retreat until my back hit the wall. “You think you’re worthy of standing by his side? You’re nothing. A maid. A stray he should’ve left to rot.” “I never claimed to be his mate,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “It wasn’t my choice.” Tasya sneered. “Choice or not, you’ve humiliated him. Humiliated all of us. The Alpha’s mate is supposed to be someone strong, noble—not a lowly servant girl.” I clenched my fists, the insult cutting deep, though I knew better than to argue. “I accepted his rejection,” I said quietly, trying to keep my voice steady. “Isn’t that enough?” Her expression hardened, and she leaned closer, her breath hot against my face. “Enough? It will never be enough. You should have rejected him first. Saved him the disgrace of even being tied to someone like you.” I blinked back tears, unwilling to let her see how much her words hurt. “I... I didn’t know,” I murmured. “Of course you didn’t,” Tasya hissed, her voice dripping with disdain. “Because you’re ignorant. Useless.” She straightened, her eyes cold and calculating. “Stay out of sight, Valkyrie. If I see you near him again, you’ll done!" With that, she turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.Valkyrie I sank to the floor, trembling, my back pressed against the cold, unforgiving wall. My cheek still stung from the slap, but it was the ache in my chest that felt unbearable. Tasya's words echoed in my mind, each syllable a shard of glass cutting through the fragile remnants of my spirit. But beneath the sorrow, something else began to stir—a flicker of anger, faint yet insistent. I didn’t ask for this bond. I didn’t choose Ragnor as my mate, nor did I choose his rejection. Why must I bear the weight of their hatred for something I had no control over? A soft knock at the door jolted me from my spiraling thoughts. This time, the voice that followed was a balm to my frayed nerves. “Valkyrie? It’s Nancy.” I wiped at my eyes quickly, trying to mask the vulnerability etched into my face before opening the door. Nancy’s expression was filled with concern, her gentle presence a stark contrast to the storm that had just torn through my world. “I heard what happened. Are yo
Valkyrie I couldn’t move, though every instinct screamed at me to do so. Ragnor’s claws sliced through the air, time seeming to stretch, his fury pressing against me like a suffocating weight. The air crackled with power, thick and heavy, but he didn’t strike. Instead, his claws halted mid-swing, trembling as though something unseen held him back. The tension was palpable, a razor’s edge between control and chaos. “Ragnor,” I whispered, my voice barely a breath but filled with fragile hope. His crimson eyes snapped to mine, wild and unrecognizable. Beneath the feral glow, a flicker—a trace—of the man I once knew. “Stay back!” Duncan’s voice was sharp, commanding. But I couldn’t obey. I stepped closer, ignoring the enforcers who struggled to hold him down. Their breath was labored, each of them feeling the weight of his thrashing strength. My body screamed at me to run, but my heart betrayed me, pulling me closer, urging me to bridge the chasm between us. “Let me try,” I
Valkyrie The Luna Dowager stood in the doorway, her eyes dark with barely concealed judgment, her presence as cold as the walls around us. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, as her gaze bore into me like an unspoken reprimand. “Luna… I—” I began, my voice faltering, but I couldn’t find the right words. “Well, whatever you were trying to do, it seems the madness has passed,” she said flatly, her tone distant, clinical, and cold. The words, instead of offering praise, felt more like a chastisement—an acknowledgment that I had simply been a tool, a means to an end. A strange form of praise that hit me harder than any insult. “Didn’t you care about what—” I started again, my heart pounding in my chest, desperate to understand her indifference. She cut me off with a sharp flick of her wrist. “I didn’t see anything except treatment for my son.” Her voice was dismissive, as if I were no more than an errant servant. She turned toward the door, her every movement deliberate and co
Valkyrie My world had ended—or so I thought. But when the morning sun filtered weakly through the frosted windows, I realized life would continue, whether I was ready or not. Last night, I barely remembered reaching the servants’ quarters. The moment my body hit the bed, exhaustion pulled me into oblivion. My birthday was ruined. My mate was gone. And Ragnor... he had gone mad. What a day. The chill in the room forced me to shiver as I hurriedly stood and pulled on my plain gray uniform, the coarse fabric scratching against my skin. "Time to work, Val," I whispered to myself, forcing my legs to move. The scent of cleaning supplies and stale air greeted me as I stepped out, a stark reminder of my place within the pack hierarchy. Being a maid in the Blue Fire Pack wasn’t glamorous, but it was survival. I had long since resigned myself to the monotony—scrubbing floors, laundering clothes, and ensuring every surface of the grand mansion gleamed under the ever-watchful eyes of t
Valkyrie I froze, torn between the undeniable pull of his presence and the sharp ache of everything we’d lost. “What do you want, Alpha?” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Why act like you care now?” His jaw tightened, his gaze dropping to where his hand held mine. “Because I do,” he said, the words raw and unguarded. The air between us crackled with tension, the kind that begged to be broken. He stepped closer, so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. His thumb brushed the inside of my wrist, a small, almost reverent touch that made my breath hitch. “Tell me to stop,” he said, his voice a husky plea. I opened my mouth, but no words came. My body betrayed me, leaning into him instead of away. And then his lips were on mine—warm, insistent, and filled with a desperation that matched my own. The kiss stole the air from my lungs, igniting a fire in my veins that I hadn’t felt in so long. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me against him as if afraid I might disappear.
Valkyrie I stood up, smoothing out my askew uniform. A faint smile lingered on my lips. I almost had sex with Ragnor! Oh, my God! The thought was overwhelming. How could he do that after rejecting me just yesterday? My mind spiraled into a whirlpool of chaotic thoughts. For a fleeting moment, I felt happy, but then confusion overtook me. What does he want from me? I murmured to myself, unable to answer. I tied my blonde hair into a ponytail, trying to focus. Stepping over to his desk, I began sorting through the scattered documents Ragnor had left behind. My hands moved mechanically, but my thoughts were anything but calm. Every intimate moment replayed in my mind—the way his lips had captured mine, the raw intensity of his touch, and the quiet, pleading desperation in his voice when he said he couldn’t let me go. I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away. "It meant nothing," I whispered, trying to convince myself. "It wasn’t love, though I wish it was." I sighed,
Valkyrie His touch sent a wave of warmth through my body, my breath catching in my throat. The sensation of his lips against my skin made my pulse race, and despite my best efforts to maintain control, my body betrayed me, responding to him in ways I couldn’t ignore. "Ragnor..." I whispered, my voice barely a breath. He lifted his head, his gaze locking with mine, and for a moment, the world around us seemed to disappear. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for his next move, but instead, he chuckled softly. "Do you want to continue this?" he asked, his voice teasing yet tinged with something darker beneath the surface. Heat flooded my cheeks, and I bit my lip nervously. "So... wh—what do you want?" My voice trembled, betraying my uncertainty. Before I could process his words, Ragnor captured my lips in a kiss. I gasped in pain as his kiss brushed against the cut on my lip, still bleeding, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he gently sucked the blood from my lip, his eyes locking
Valkyrie I pulled myself together, taking a deep breath as I rose from lying beneath him. "Excuse me," I murmured to Ragnor, my voice steady despite the frantic thudding of my heart. "I need to get back to work." "Valkyrie..." Ragnor’s voice was soft, almost pleading, as his hand reached toward my hair. His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, torn between desire and something deeper I couldn’t quite decipher. "I need to go." My voice came out colder than I intended, masking the whirlwind of emotions inside me. I was angry, confused. The weight of his secrecy, the unanswered questions, hung heavily between us. Why had he rejected me before, only to suddenly want me now? Did I even have the right to ask him why, or was I just another fleeting desire to him? Ragnor sighed, his features tightening. "I understand," he said, taking a reluctant step back. The air between us seemed to thicken with unspoken words. I could still feel the pull of him, but I couldn’t afford to fall in
ValkyrieSeveral months had passed, and the pack had begun to heal. The scars of war, betrayal, and loss remained, but they no longer defined us. Ragnor and I had dedicated ourselves to rebuilding—training warriors, strengthening alliances, and ensuring that no remnants of the darkness' influence remained.Yet, even as we rebuilt, I knew the darkness hadn’t disappeared. It still lingered, waiting for an opportunity to strike back. But I had come to understand something vital. Darkness and light would always exist. The world had never been about one triumphing over the other—it had always been about balance. And we stood in the middle, neither bound by one nor fully belonging to the other.And that… that was our greatest strength.One Year LaterDespite the uncertainties that still loomed, life moved forward.And today, as I held my son in my arms, I knew with every fiber of my being—no darkness, no past, no lingering curse could steal this moment from me.He was beautiful.His t
Valkyrie My voice broke as my wolf stepped forward, her silver fur gleaming under the dim light, eyes glowing with the fire of our shared soul. She let out a soft, knowing whimper before bounding toward me. The moment she pressed against me, I felt whole again, as if a part of me that had been lost was finally back where it belonged. "I thought—I thought I lost you forever." Genna nuzzled against me, her warmth seeping into my skin. 'You fought for me. You never gave up on me.' I swallowed hard, my throat thick with emotion. "Neither did you." Behind me, Ragnor let out a breath of relief, his strong hand resting on my shoulder. "Looks like fate isn’t done with you yet." The Dark Queen crossed her arms, watching us with something unreadable in her expression. "Consider it a parting gift. A second chance, if you will." I stood, wiping at my eyes before turning to her. "Why help me?" Her smirk returned, but there was something almost… fond in the way s
Valkyrie A soft breeze brushed against my skin, warm and comforting, unlike anything I had ever felt before. The scent of wildflowers filled the air, and as I opened my eyes, I was met with an endless expanse of golden light. The sky stretched endlessly above me, not blue, not dark—just a vast, peaceful glow that seemed to pulse with life. I sat up slowly, my body strangely light, as if the crushing weight of pain and exhaustion had been stripped away. My hands roamed over myself, expecting wounds, expecting the lingering sting of death—but there was nothing. No pain. No darkness. Was I… dead? "You finally woke up." "Who… are you?" My own voice sounded distant, fragile. A gentle voice welcomed me, drawing my attention. I turned to find a woman clad in flowing white robes, her presence radiating a soft, ethereal glow that blended seamlessly with the world around us. Her hair shimmered like spun silver, cascading in waves that caught the light, and her eyes—va
Valkyrie "Dark… Queen?" I murmured, barely believing what I was seeing. "Hello again, Little Creature," she mused, her voice wasn’t loud, yet it echoed through the vast hall as if the walls themselves whispered her words back. The King’s growl rumbled deep in his chest. His eyes blazed with fury. "Get back to where you belong, or you will regret this!" He lifted a hand, summoning a crackling wave of energy. It surged forward, the force so strong it made the air tremble. But she didn’t flinch. With a flick of her wrist, the shockwave shattered midair, dissolving into nothing. The effortless display of power made my stomach twist. She laughed with a mocking sound. "Weak." The king’s snarl ripped through the space between them. "What have you done?" "Nothing." The queen’s voice was laced with amusement, yet there was something deeper—something cold and calculated. Fury overtook him. His body twisted, bones cracking, shadows surging as he shifted midair. Mu
Valkyrie A sharp pulse of energy surged through my veins, and I gasped, doubling over as an unbearable heat spread beneath my skin. It was awakening against my will. The king watched me with rapt fascination, his golden eyes gleaming like victory has already his by now. "That's, My Dear. The last remnants that inside you." I forced myself upright, my breaths ragged. "I don't care whatever it is. But, one thing for sure... it doesn’t belong to you!" "Oh, but it does." He raised a hand then darkness radiated around like a mist. "You were never meant to keep it, Valkyrie. You were merely a vessel—a temporary holder of something far greater than yourself." I clenched my fists, fighting against the unseen force that pressing down on me. "If... if you think I’m just going to let you take it, then you’re even more delusional than Elyra was!" He chuckled. "Ah, but unlike Elyra, I do not intend to ask for it." A sudden wave of pressure slammed into me, stealing my bre
Valkyrie The darkness which swallowed me before now turned into something solid. The moment my feet touched it, o felt the suffocating presence of dark magic pressing against my skin like an unseen weight. It was everywhere, clinging to the very stones of the palace walls, seeping into the floors, the torches, the very fabric of this cursed place. "What the hell..." I muttered, barely audible. The cold biting into me despite the warmth of the flickering firelight that lined the grand hall. "Shhh... Valkyrie. Just enjoy the very moment." The king’s hand remained firm around my wrist, his grip unyielding, but not cruel. It was a claim. A reminder. "You feel it, don’t you?" His voice was smooth, almost amused, as he watched me take in my surroundings. "What have you done?" I shot back. I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling of this strange energy. I remembered something. Back when Elyra has overcome her power and attacked me back then. "It's an art." "No! It's not!
Valkyrie “Ragnor!” I lunged toward him, but the crushing force only grew stronger, pinning me in place. It felt like a thousand invisible hands clawing at my limbs, pressing me down as if I were nothing more than an insect beneath the king’s gaze. Ragnor's body trembled, his hands clawing at the ground as if he were fighting something within himself. His breath came in short, ragged gasps. The king chuckled, stepping closer. “Such resistance. Admirable, really. But pointless.” Ragnor lifted his head, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might shatter. "You…” he growled through gritted teeth, “will… never… control me.” The king sighed as if bored. Then, with a mere flick of his hand, an invisible force wrenched Ragnor off his knees, lifting him into the air. "Oh, how easily they break. Even an Alpha." His voice was smooth, taunting, as he watched Ragnor struggle against the invisible force crushing him to the ground. His smirk deepened, enjoying the way Ragnor’s bod
Valkyrie My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out everything else. The worn leather of my sword hilt bit into my palm as I tightened my grip. The Lycan King. For the first time, I stood before him—not as a whisper of prophecy, not as a hunted shadow, but face to face. And I was not ready. Ragnor tensed beside me, his breathing sharp and controlled, but I could feel it—his barely restrained fury. His wolf burned just beneath the surface, clawing to break free. The king’s golden eyes swept over us, calm, assessing, as if he had all the time in the world. His lips curled slightly—not quite a smirk, not quite a sneer. Just the insufferable confidence of someone who had already won. “I must admit,” he mused, his voice smooth as silk. “I expected you to be dead by now.” Ragnor let out a low growl. “Disappointed?” The king chuckled. “Not at all. I do enjoy a challenge.” My throat felt dry. My body screamed for rest, wounds throbbing with every breath, but weakness was
Valkyrie Phanos cursed with a hoarse voice. "Damn it, Ragnor!" But Ragnor didn’t slow. His grip on my wrist was unyielding, his pace relentless as he pulled me away from the slaughter. I twisted back. "Phanos—!" He stood his ground, bloodied and breathing hard, a savage grin splitting his face. "Go!" A wave of corrupted warriors lunged at him. He met them head-on, claws tearing into flesh, his defiance a final, burning ember in the darkness. Ragnor yanked me forward. "We can’t—" "We have to!" His voice was raw. I fought against his grip, against the instinct clawing inside me to turn back, to fight. But there was no fight left to win. The cliff’s edge loomed closer. The moonlight shimmered off the abyss below—a sheer drop into nothingness. I realized what Ragnor intended a second too late. "Ragnor, no!" His arms locked around me, and then— We jumped. The world tilted, the roar of the wind swallowing my scream. The last thing I saw before darkness took us was Phanos—st