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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
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