Valkyrie The world around us seemed to pause, holding its breath in heavy anticipation. The clearing was eerily silent, save for Ragnor’s ragged breathing and the relentless pounding of my heart. The aftermath of his rage lingered in the air, oppressive and heavy, as if even the forest feared to disturb the Alpha in his fury. But the silence shattered with the faint sound of approaching footsteps. Ragnor’s body tensed, his hand tightening possessively on my waist. His head snapped toward the sound, every muscle in his powerful frame coiled and ready for battle. “Stay close,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver through me. I nodded, instinctively stepping closer, his presence both a shield and a beacon. His grip eased, but his hand remained firm and unyielding on me, a silent declaration that I wasn’t going anywhere. "Who could it be?" I whispered, my voice trembling with lingering fear, though Ragnor’s presence seemed to burn it away. “We’ll know soon enough
Valkyrie The next morning, I woke with an aching body—not from our sexual intercourse, but from the intensity of what had transpired between us. No, Ragnor and I hadn’t crossed that line yet. After a torrent of fiery kisses, he had pulled back, his voice low and steady as he said he wanted to reclaim me fully before taking things further. The thought left me breathless. How deliberate, how thoughtful he was. And in that moment, I couldn’t imagine loving him more. Reclaiming me. The word lingered in my mind, sweet and powerful. ‘I must attend an early meeting with the council. Please understand and make yourself comfortable.’ The note on his desk brought a soft smile to my lips as I clutched it tightly to my chest, the warmth of his words seeping into me. I had never been in love before, not truly. And now, this bittersweet sensation—this fragile, beautiful idea of love—threatened to overwhelm me. Did he love me? Should I even ask? No. I dared not voice such a questio
Valkyrie "What did you just say?" I spun around, my voice like ice, as I fixed my gaze on the maid who had dared to mutter such a thing. The room froze, the tension crackling in the air. Every pair of eyes snapped to me, the words that had just left her lips hanging in the air like smoke, suffocating everything around us. "I—" she stammered, her face paling. "I didn't—" "You didn’t what?" I cut her off, stepping toward her, my voice rising with each word. "Did you just call me a slut?" The words were venomous, and my anger flared. The audacity. The way they thought they could say anything behind my back and I wouldn't hear. She took a step back, her eyes wide with fear. "I didn’t mean—" "No." I took another step closer, my boots clicking against the floor like thunder. "You don’t get to say something like that and then hide behind an apology. You don’t get to call me names and expect me to pretend it didn’t happen." Her eyes flickered toward the others, hoping for some kind of
Valkyrie The moment Ragnor stormed out of my quarters, I couldn’t shake the urgent feeling. The clash was inevitable, and I had to stop it before it was too late. "Alpha! Wait!" I rushed after him, but by the time I reached the hallway, he was already halfway down the corridor, his pace furious, his jaw clenched. Everything seemed to crackle with power. "Ragnor... please... wait...." He didn’t halt even for a second. Suddenly, we arrived at the central hall, where all the high-ranking members of the pack had gathered for the morning meeting. "Beta! Follow me to my office!" he ordered, glaring at Tasya, who was still chatting with her staff and holding documents in her arms. "What is it, Alpha?" she asked, her voice curious. But Ragnor only flicked a tense glance at her—everyone could sense the fury radiating from him. Without another word, Tasya followed Ragnor to his office, the door shutting behind them with a sharp click. The moment they were alone in the office, a chill
Ragnor The way she whispered, "I promise," sent a jolt through my body. Her voice was so intoxicatingly soft, so alluring, that I couldn’t resist leaning in to taste the sweetness of her lips. I caressed her cheek gently before letting my lips claim hers, savoring every second of the kiss. "You know," I rasped against her lips, "you’re even more beautiful when you obey me." Her cheeks flushed a deep red, the heat radiating from her making me crave her even more. My hand slid to her neck, and I inhaled the faint jasmine and rose scent lingering on her skin. "Let’s see what’s on the menu for breakfast," I murmured, my voice husky. I nuzzled her neck, my fingers roaming her body as her soft moan reached my ears. Instead of resisting, Valkyrie pulled me closer, igniting something primal inside me. I smirked against her skin. "So, this really is my lucky day," I teased, leaving a kiss mark just below her collarbone. My hand wandered lower, gently squeezing her breasts.
The grand hall of the packhouse, a place meant to command respect, felt suffocating today. The high, arched ceilings and cold stone walls echoed with the tension hanging between us. My mother, the Luna Dowager, stood at the center of it all, her elegant yet unyielding posture radiating authority. Beside her, as always, was Tasya—the woman she had been forcing into my life since I came of age. From the threshold, I could already feel the storm brewing. My chest tightened with suppressed anger as I stepped into the room, my boots striking the floor with deliberate weight. "Ragnor," my mother said, her voice as sharp as a blade. "We need to settle this matter. Now." Her tone left no room for argument, but I wasn’t about to give in. I crossed my arms and fixed her with a glare. "Settle what, Mother? Let’s not pretend I don’t know where this is heading." She gestured toward Tasya with a graceful wave, her composure brittle with barely contained fury. "This. The pack needs stabilit
Ragnor I stormed out of the office, the note still crumpled in my hand, my heart hammering in my chest. The halls were quiet—too quiet. Every step I took echoed like the pounding of war drums in my ears. "Valkyrie!" I called, my voice breaking through the oppressive silence. Nothing. Panic clawed at my chest like a caged animal desperate to break free. I raced down the corridors, checking every corner, every shadowed alcove where she might have hidden. But she was nowhere to be seen. The morning sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting long streaks of light on the polished floors. Normally, the brightness brought a sense of calm, but now it only amplified the emptiness. The kitchens were bustling, the clatter of pots and chatter of the staff filling the air. I barged in, causing the room to fall silent as all eyes turned to me. "Did anyone see Valkyrie?" I demanded, my voice sharp enough to cut glass. A young maid hesitated before shaking he
Valkyrie I waited patiently in Ragnor’s office, trying to steady my nerves as he spoke, but the nagging sensation that something was terribly wrong refused to leave me. The weight of the situation was suffocating. The council—those cold, calculating wolves—would not hesitate to strip him of his power if they sensed the slightest weakness. I was lost in my thoughts when the door suddenly creaked open, and without warning, the last person I wanted to see appeared in the doorway. "Oh, our little omega is here, apparently," Tasya’s voice sliced through the tension in the room, smooth and condescending. I felt my body tense, unable to stop myself from clenching the fabric of my skirt in my hands. "What do you want?" I demanded. Tasya’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes glinting with something dark. "For a lowly servant like you, you’ve probably never heard of politics, have you? How to survive in this world with power..." She let her words hang in the air like poison, but I
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