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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 I never thought Ragnor would send his Beta to the dungeon. As a former maid, I could barely imagine the cold, filth, and humiliation Tasya must be enduring. My chest tightened at the thought. How could anyone bear such a thing? “Ragnor,” I said softly, turning to face him as he lay beside me. His arm was draped above his head, his chiseled jaw taut as his piercing eyes stared at the ceiling. Though he was trying to rest, I could tell his mind was somewhere far away, caught in a storm of unspoken thoughts. “Baby, what are you thinking?” I asked, letting my fingers brush lightly against his arm. He turned his head slightly, meeting my gaze with a mix of anger and frustration. “I… I was so furious earlier, Val. About Zane. About your safety—” “Shh,” I interrupted, pulling myself closer to him. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I nuzzled against his broad shoulder, trying to soothe the storm within him. “It’s okay now. That’s what matters.” But the question pressing o
Valkyrie A month had passed since Tasya was sent to the dungeon, and life had seemingly returned to normal. The pack continued their routines, and Ragnor buried himself in the duties of an Alpha, his resolve as unyielding as ever. Yet, for reasons I couldn’t explain, I felt a strange unease. It wasn’t just my body, though that too had betrayed me lately. The fever that plagued me for the past week sapped my strength, leaving me lightheaded and weak. My appetite had dwindled, which was odd considering I had never been one to skip meals before. Nancy placed a plate of warm toast and scrambled eggs before me, her sharp eyes scanning my pale face. “Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked, her tone filled with genuine concern. “I’m fine,” I lied, managing a weak smile. “Just a little tired.” Nancy frowned, her hands on her hips. “You’ve been ‘just a little tired’ for a week now. You’ve barely touched your food, and you look like you’re about to faint every time you stand up.” “I’ve
Valkyrie The quiet of the evening had settled over the house, but inside, my mind churned with unease. I sank deeper into the plush armchair by the window, trying to find comfort in the familiar surroundings, but the weight of everything pressing in on me made it impossible to relax. The dark woods stretched before me, endless and foreboding. Somewhere out there, rogues lingered—waiting, watching. And now Elder Orion’s warning about a greater danger had added a layer of tension that I couldn't shake. But it wasn’t just the rogues, or the looming threat of vengeance, that had my heart racing. It was something else—something I couldn’t name. A strange feeling, a flickering suspicion that something inside me had changed. Before I could unravel the thoughts swirling in my head, Nancy entered, her presence a welcome distraction. She bustled into the room with a tray of tea and biscuits, her usual cheeriness offering a sense of normalcy that I desperately needed. “You didn’t eat
Valkyrie The rogue’s wild eyes darted erratically around the room, yet they always returned to me. His gaze seemed to pierce through my very soul, as though he could see something hidden from others. My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to stay calm, stepping instinctively in front of Nancy. “Nancy,” I said, my voice steady but low, “go get help. Now.” “But Val—” “Now!” I snapped, sharper this time. I was too afraid of losing her and... myself. Nancy hesitated, her eyes wide with fear, but she obeyed, darting out of the room. The rogue’s lips curled into a twisted smile as he watched her leave, his expression filled with a disturbing mix of triumph and mockery. “You’re brave,” he sneered, taking a deliberate step forward. “Braver than I expected for someone like you.” My fists clenched at my sides, nails biting into my palms. “Who sent you?” He chuckled, his grin widening to reveal crooked, yellowed teeth. "Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.
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