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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
Ragnor The weight of my fury hadn’t lessened, even after Zane left. My chest felt like it was about to explode, my wolf snarling and pacing within me. I couldn’t focus. The thought of Zane touching Valkyrie, of her being so vulnerable, gnawed at my sanity. She was still here, close to me, her presence the only thing keeping me grounded. But her safety had been compromised—our safety—and someone had to answer for that. “Everyone, move to the central hall!” I shouted. The pack quickly obeyed, and we made our way toward the hall. I intended to find out who was responsible for this mess. The hall was eerily quiet now, the pack sensing my wrath and keeping their distance. But not for long. “Tasya!” I barked, my voice a whip cracking through the silence. Moments later, Tasya appeared. My Beta, my second-in-command, and the one person who should have ensured Zane never set foot into our pack’s territory. Her expression was tight, but her eyes flickered with defiance
Tasya The cold of the dungeon clung to my skin, a harsh reminder of my disgrace. The stone walls, slick with mildew, seemed to mock me as I paced the small, confining space. Each step echoed my frustration, the clinking of the shackles on my wrists an unbearable reminder of my fall from grace. The dungeon. How dare he? I was Ragnor’s Beta—his second-in-command. I had stood by his side through countless battles, defended him, and sacrificed more than he would ever know... to be the next Luna. And this was my reward? Chains? A cell? Humiliation? My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms until I felt the sting of broken skin. I welcomed the pain—it grounded me, gave me focus amidst the swirling storm of emotions threatening to pull me under. I had never invited Zane into the packlands intentionally. One mistake, and he dared to call it negligence? What an insult! “It wasn’t my fault,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anger and despair. “I didn’t mean for this to
Valkyrie One day earlier *** My last cold war with Ragnor left me hollow. The silence between us had stretched like an unspoken goodbye, and now the emptiness echoed in every corner of my being. I sat by the window in my room at the packhouse, the cool moonlight spilling across the floor, bathing me in its indifferent glow. The world outside was restless—wolves patrolling the borders, whispers of rogues in the shadows—but inside, my battle was far more insidious. I pressed a hand to my belly, the faint flutter beneath my palm grounding me. The life growing within me was the only reason I hadn’t shattered completely. But it wasn’t enough to erase the ache of his absence or the sharp pang of uncertainty clawing at my sanity. Nancy entered quietly, her usual energy subdued as she set a steaming cup of herbal tea on the table beside me. “You need to rest, Val,” she urged gently, her eyes filled with concern. “I’m fine,” I murmured, though my hollow tone be
Ragnor The figure outside the packhouse didn’t move. Their glowing violet eyes were locked onto mine, unblinking. My body tensed as the beast inside stirred, its growl low and menacing, like a warning drumbeat reverberating through my chest. “Alpha!” Dwayne called from behind me, his voice sharp. “Who is it?” I didn’t answer, my eyes fixed on the figure. Something about them was wrong—unnatural. The way the shadows seemed to cling to their body, shifting like smoke, set my nerves alight. “I’m going out there,” I said, my voice like gravel. “You’re barely standing,” Dwayne snapped. “If this is another threat, you can’t face it alone.” I turned to glare at him, my claws extending in a show of dominance. “Stay here. Protect the pack.” Dwayne didn’t back down, his green eyes flaring with challenge. “Not this time. If you’re walking into a trap, I’m coming with you.” A low growl escaped my throat, but I knew arguing would waste time. Without another word, I turned and headed for
Ragnor The footsteps were strange—a melody that echoed unnaturally through the ruins of the village. My breath came in ragged bursts, the metallic tang of Garran’s blood still fresh in my mouth. My claws ached from the transformation, and the beast within me stirred with satisfaction, though I felt no relief. The ruins around me were silent, save for that haunting melody. It wasn’t the sound of prey fleeing or the rush of an enemy—it was something else entirely. A song that seemed to reach into the marrow of my bones, pulling me toward it. The beast within me, usually a storm of rage and hunger, hesitated. I froze, my claws curling against the blood-soaked ground as my vision sharpened. The melody wound its way through my mind, soothing and coaxing. My instincts screamed to ignore it, to run, but my body betrayed me. Step by step, I followed the sound, drawn deeper into the crumbling heart of the village. The daylight painted everything in shades of bright yellow, turning th
Ragnor I finally left at dusk as planned, alone. The forest greeted me with a bitter chill, the air heavy with the scent of earth and decay. No warriors trailed behind me, and Dwayne’s objections still echoed in my ears. He had pleaded to accompany me, but I refused. This was my journey. My burden to bear. The beast within me growled low, restless and impatient. It had grown louder these past weeks, a constant presence in my mind, scratching at my sanity. No one knew this, and why should they? I could carry this curse on my own. “Damn… It’s far,” I muttered, the words barely audible in my wolf form. Every step I took into the forest felt like a step closer to the abyss, but I couldn’t turn back now. Not when Valkyrie and the pup depended on me finding a cure. Or so I thought. The trees thinned as I approached the edge of a desolate village, its skeletal remains standing like monuments to a forgotten time. Buildings were weathered, their walls fractured and cr
Valkyrie I could still feel the weight of his gaze as I walked away. My heart thudded painfully against my chest, and there was a crushing disappointment threatening to drown me. He didn’t want me. Not really. Not the way I wanted him. The halls of the mansion felt colder now, the once-familiar stone walls pressing in as though they were trying to squeeze the breath from my lungs. I didn’t know where I was going, only that I needed to escape the suffocating tension in that room. I needed space, distance from him and his unreadable silence. Ragnor said he was handling things, but his words felt hollow. I had waited for him to explain, to open up, to tell me what was wrong. But each time, he shut me out, leaving me with more questions than answers. He had always been distant, but tonight, it felt like an impenetrable wall had gone up between us, one that I couldn’t break through, no matter how hard I tried. "How... could you... Ragnor...." I sobbed, my feet pausing at the end
Ragnor My earlier meeting with Dwayne brought a small sense of relief as I planned to finally talk to Valkyrie. Maybe, just maybe, I had the nerve to confront this fear with her. The fire crackled faintly in the hearth as I sat in the darkened study, my gaze fixed on the documents spread before me. Maps, handwritten notes, and a single bloodstained journal—the remnants of my father’s obsession with the curse—were scattered across the desk. My chest tightened as I traced the faded ink with trembling fingers. This curse had stolen so much already. I wouldn’t let it take Valkyrie or our pup. I was determined to see that promise through, but it meant leaving the pack—and Valkyrie. It was a tough decision, but I couldn’t ignore it. Yet, I believed Dwayne and my warriors were strong enough to protect everyone in the pack while I was away. “I have to do this,” I murmured, so sure I would find a way to make things work. The night was eerily silent, but I could hear the sound
Ragnor The night pressed heavily on my shoulders as I strode through the dense forest surrounding the packhouse, the crisp winter air biting at my skin. I couldn’t go back to the packhouse just yet. I needed to calm my nerves. “Valkyrie…” I whispered her name like a spell, hoping to ease the storm within me. But, of course, I couldn’t. I was too afraid to confront the dark reality of my bloodline—the curse that now ran inside her and the pup she carried. “Damn you, Ragnor.” The words came out as a bitter curse. I felt like a shadow of the man I once was—no longer the commanding Alpha I used to be. The news of Valkyrie’s pregnancy had been both a miracle and a curse. When the doctor had whispered it to me days ago, I should have run to her, held her, and promised her the world. Instead, I had retreated, letting fear and guilt fester. The curse. It was always the curse. It gnawed at my mind, a dark specter that refused to be ignored. The thought of passing that burden to
Tasya I never thought I’d find myself here, leading the filthiest of animals on my own—the rogues. "Who’s taking her head tonight?" I shouted, my anger rising as I referred to Valkyrie, the target of my plans. None of them dared to speak. That’s what made them idiots—disgusting wenches. "You’re all fools!" "Tasya! My daughter..." My father’s voice cut through my frustration. "They need to know their worth! They never succeed, Father! It's been two weeks now, and no results!" "We need to be patient..." Father closed the distance between us. "And watch your words. They may be fools and disgusting, but they're stronger together. We won’t be the prey here, Tasya." I gulped, his words sending chills down my spine. Though we provide everything here in our secret Beta's territory—food, clothes, and shelter—the rogues are still beasts themselves. How could I forget? "Now, what's the plan? I need to get back to Blue Fire and become the Luna, Father! They need to know they're weak wi
Valkyrie “Do you really think Tasya could lead the rogues?” I broke the silence, my voice softer than I intended. “How would she even—why would she betray us like this?” “She has her reasons,” Ragnor answered, his voice sharp, his gaze unfocused as he stared at something far beyond the room. “Her imprisonment… it was a punishment she couldn’t bear. I should have seen this coming.” I frowned, stepping closer to him, trying to catch his eyes. “Her punishment is almost over. Why not wait it out?” Ragnor raked a hand through his hair, the motion tight and frustrated, revealing his exhaustion. “Revenge doesn’t wait, Val. She blames me for everything. And now she’s using the rogues to settle the score.” I studied him, noticing the tension in his face, the way the firelight danced across the hard edges of his features. He looked like a man torn between battlefields—one against the world and the other within himself. “You’re exhausted,” I said softly, stepping closer, drawn to him.