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Ragnor I stared at her, disbelief coursing through me. “Sacrificed? What do you mean by that? You’ve never mentioned this before!” Her fingers grazed the ornate mantle as she turned to face me, her expression a mix of resignation and anger. “Because it’s a tale I hoped you’d never need to hear. But clearly, fate has other plans.” The firelight flickered against her sharp features as she sighed. “Your father and his father before him were obsessed with power and immortality. They believed that with enough strength, they could rule not just their pack, but beyond—forming an empire to rival the elders of old.” I clenched my fists, fury bubbling beneath the surface. “And what does that have to do with a curse? What did they do?” Her gaze hardened. “They sought a deal with the Shadows.” The air seemed to thicken with her words, the weight of them settling on my chest. “The Shadows?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. She nodded, her expression grave. "The ancient for
Ragnor The night had been a blur—chaotic, suffocating, and full of things I couldn’t explain. The battle within my mind had been overwhelming, and I had barely managed to sneak into my chamber, where Valkyrie lay. I didn’t want to speak, didn’t want to explain anything. Luckily, Valkyrie was already asleep, so I lay beside her and drifted into a restless slumber. The weight of everything pressed down on me like a vice. The curse, the prophecy, the endless threats—it was all too much. Valkyrie didn’t deserve to be caught up in any of it. And yet, here we were. *** The first rays of sunlight crept through the cracks in the curtains, soft but persistent. I kept my eyes closed, unwilling to face the reality of the day. The night’s internal battle had left me hollow, but I couldn’t let her see that. I didn’t want to wake up, not fully. Beside me, Valkyrie’s steady breathing was the only thing that kept me tethered to something real. I turned slightly, my eyes barely opening, t
Ragnor I stared at Tasya, my chest tightening with each word she spoke. The urgency in her voice was clear, and her eyes, wide with a mix of fear and determination, made my pulse quicken. I could feel the storm in my mind rising again, spinning out of control with every word exchanged between us. “What is it, Tasya?” I asked, keeping my voice steady despite the tension brewing inside me. “What’s so urgent?” She stepped closer, never breaking eye contact. For a long moment, she just looked at me, as though she were studying me, measuring the weight of everything she'd been carrying. “I know everything, Ragnor,” she whispered, almost too softly, as if her words were laden with hidden intentions. “Everything.” My heart skipped a beat. My breath caught in my throat, and I had to fight to keep my mind from spiraling as I tried to make sense of what she meant. “What do you mean, everything?” I demanded, though my voice came out far more strained than I intended. Her gaze softened,
Valkyrie I slammed the door shut behind me, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. The image of Tasya kissing and clinging to Ragnor haunted me, burning like an open wound in my mind. I leaned against the door, willing my legs not to give out beneath me. How could he let her touch him like that? I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms as the memory of their embrace replayed in my head. "They were both in that place, just the two of them? Why didn’t Ragnor choose a backyard instead?" I murmured to myself, anger boiling in my veins. Furious didn’t even begin to cover it. I never thought Ragnor would be so stupid as to let Tasya manipulate him like that. Clearly, it wasn’t just a hug. They kissed. Tasya always longed for Ragnor’s touch, and as a woman, I knew better. She was using him. But the worst part? He didn’t push her away. Not at first. I shook my head, trying to convince myself I was overreacting. "It wasn’t what it looked like," I whispe
Ragnor I closed the door behind me, the sound reverberating in my chest. Leaning against the outside wall, I dragged a hand down my face. The weight of Valkyrie’s tears, her anger, and, most painfully, her silence bore down on me. I had hurt her—the one person I swore to protect, to cherish above all else. And it wasn’t just Tasya’s antics. It was me. My hesitation. My stupidity. I stared down the dim hallway, her muffled sobs still echoing in my ears. Each step away from her felt heavier than the last, and my wolf stirred within me, restless and agitated. She’s ours. Fix this. But it wasn’t that simple. I had seen it in her eyes—the pain that ran deeper than Tasya’s schemes. This wasn’t just about today. It was about the scars Valkyrie carried, the doubts she buried so deeply that even she probably didn’t realize how much they defined her. How could I let this happen? I began pacing, replaying everything that had led to this moment. Tasya. She had always been connivin
Ragnor The air in the room felt charged, electric. Every breath I took seemed to echo in the silence, amplifying the weight of everything unsaid between us. Our kiss was still happening, maddening, and our breath came shallow. "Ragnor... Aaah..." She moaned after I bit her neck and left a kiss mark there. I couldn’t stay calm; it made me wilder. I lifted her effortlessly and placed her on the bed. "So, this is exactly what you want, isn’t it?" I teased, crawling closer to her, and she covered her face cutely. "Is it me or you?" She responded, now just an inch away. I pushed her to lie beneath me, and she giggled. "Me and you?" I growled, my voice husky as I stripped her dress, piece by piece. A thin, flowery dress clung perfectly to her curves. She no longer wore that coarse fabric that might harm her skin. "My little Valkyrie," I said after making her topless. She flushed, and that just invited the primal urge in me. "Ragnor..." She whispered in my ear, her soft voice raisin
Valkyrie The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden hue across the room. My body felt heavy yet pleasantly sated, every muscle humming with the remnants of last night’s passion. I stretched, the ache a reminder of the intimacy I’d shared with Ragnor—the wild, unrestrained fire that had consumed us both. Yet, as I rolled onto my side, the warmth of his body no longer beside me, a strange emptiness settled in my chest. I sighed, pressing a hand against my belly, feeling the fullness that remained, both physical and emotional. It was supposed to be perfect, wasn’t it? For the first time in my life, I’d let someone in—not just physically but emotionally too. But why did it feel like something was missing? The memories of last night replayed vividly in my mind. The way he looked at me, like I was his world. The way his touch claimed me, yet… something vital hadn’t happened. I wasn’t reclaimed! That realization gnawed at me, hollow
Valkyrie I stood frozen near the window, my fingers clutching the blanket tightly as if it were the only thing anchoring me to reality. Outside, chaos reigned. Pack members darted in all directions, their faces painted with panic and urgency. And at the center of it all was the man they called Zane. He stood tall and unyielding, an imposing figure wrapped in an almost palpable aura of danger. His sharp eyes swept across the crowd, predatory and calculating. The name 'Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack' reverberated in my mind, sending a shiver down my spine. What is he doing here? My instincts screamed for me to stay hidden, to let the pack deal with this intruder. But my heart raced with a different kind of urgency. Where is Ragnor? Why wasn’t he here, standing as a shield between us and this threat? I turned from the window, my bare feet touching the cold floor as I paced to steady my nerves. Grabbing a robe from the back of a chair, I wrapped it around myself hastily, ty
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
Valkyrie Phanos gritted his teeth. “We need to move. Now!” Ragnor didn’t hesitate. He grabbed my wrist, yanking me forward. His grip was firm but careful, guiding me through the maze of ruins. Phanos flanked my other side, his breath ragged but determined as we sprinted. Our boots kicked up dust, the scent of blood and decay really overwhelming.. “We need to shift!” Phanos shouted. “I can’t!” I gasped, frustration burning in my chest. Genna was gone. I could not shift in any other form. “You don’t need to, Honey. I’ve got you.” Before I could protest, Ragnor hoisted me into his arms, his strength effortless, his hold unshakable. Then he surged forward, moving with unnatural speed. Phanos shifted mid-stride, his massive wolf form hitting the ground with a heavy thud before bolting ahead. He tore through fallen stone and debris, carving a path as the ruins trembled behind us. A guttural snarl echoed through the night, followed by the chilling scrape of claws against r
Valkyrie The battlefield was a nightmare. The blood-magic warriors were relentless, their eyes glowing red, their bodies moving with unnatural speed. I had fought beasts before, but these creatures—these corrupted soldiers—were something else entirely. "It's part of the Hollow!" I shouted to Phanos, who rode beside me, his bow drawn. "The Hollow?" He loosed an arrow, piercing one of the warriors through the chest. The creature barely faltered. "Yes! A revelation of dark magic," I panted, parrying a blade aimed at my neck. "They’re dangerous!" Phanos cursed under his breath. "No kidding! These bastards won’t die." Another warrior lunged at me, its dagger coated in a dark, sickly glow. I dodged, slashing at its neck, only to watch in horror as the wound sealed within seconds. "This is impossible!" Phanos growled. "What kind of magic is this?" "A curse," I said, breathless. "One that twists warriors into something… else." "We need to fall back!" But even as he spoke
Valkyrie "Okay, now... let's get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a big day." Phanos turned away, his posture stiff. He didn’t look back, but I heard the crack in his voice. I took a step forward before he could disappear into the shadows. "Phanos." He stopped, his back still facing me. "What?" "You think we’ll survive this?" My voice was steadier than I felt. A heavy silence settled between us. Finally, he exhaled. "We don’t have a choice." I frowned. "That’s not an answer." At last, he turned to face me. His piercing blue eyes gleamed under the moonlight, cold and unreadable. "If you’re looking for reassurance, you won’t find it here, Valkyrie." His lips curled into something that might have been a smirk—if not for the emptiness behind it. "Get some rest. You’ll need it." Then he was gone, swallowed by the darkness. I let out a slow breath, my fingers tightening around the hilt of my sword. Sleep? As if that were possible. The King’s army was vast. Organized. I
ValkyriePhanos exhaled sharply and stepped back.“Enough for tonight. Go rest.”I blinked. “What?”“You heard me.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. “Tomorrow, we ride to the central camp. We need more warriors.”I hesitated. “Phanos, I—”He turned away before I could finish. “You need to be at full strength.”That wasn’t what I meant, but the exhaustion in his voice told me there was no point in arguing. Still, unease curled in my stomach.“Phanos.”He paused but didn’t look at me.“What if… what if this war isn’t the answer?” My voice was quiet, but the weight of my words hung heavy between us."Then what is?”I opened my mouth, but no words came. Because I didn’t know."Tell me, Valkyrie. What’s the alternative? Let the king rip apart lives? Steal mates? Decide our fates like we’re nothing but pawns?”“No… it’s not necessarily like that—”“There is no other way, Val.”“Yeah… but…” I struggled to imagine how much blood would be spilled in this game of power."And I
Valkyrie My body was still trembling, still remembering Phanos’ touch, even as I tried to bury the mistake beneath layers of regret. "I'm sorry..." I rasped, tears blurring my vision as I watched him take a step away from me. His body went rigid. I saw the shift in his expression—the way his features twisted, the way something dark and wounded flickered in his gaze before it was buried beneath pure, unfiltered rage. “Sorry?” He let out a sharp, humorless laugh, but there was nothing amused about it. His fists clenched at his sides, his claws still extended, as if he couldn’t stop himself from reacting. “You’re sorry?” I flinched at the sharpness in his tone, at the way the words came out like a snarl. He took a step back from me—just one. And somehow, that single step felt colder than if he had grabbed me and shaken me. “Fuck.” His voice was hoarse, raw. His head tipped back, his jaw tightening as though he was physically holding himself together. I swallowed the knot in my