Ragnor The amber glow of the whiskey mocked me, catching the moonlight filtering through the window. I tipped the bottle back, letting the burn sear my throat, but no amount of alcohol could drown out the torment clawing at my sanity. Valkyrie's words lingered—relentless, accusing—as if the walls themselves whispered her pain back to me. I had walked away from her tonight, leaving behind not just the woman I swore to protect, but also the fragile hope of a future—the pup she carried. A curse. The word echoed in my mind like a taunt, twisting the whiskey in my stomach into a hollow ache. I slammed the bottle onto the desk, the glass rattling ominously against the wood. My chest tightened, the weight of inherited madness pressing down like an iron vice. The curse etched into my bloodline had stolen my father’s mind, leaving him a broken shell before his death. Now, it lingered in me, a beast clawing at the edges of my sanity, waiting for a moment of weakness. And now,
Valkyrie The moon hung heavy in the sky, its silvery glow spilling across the quiet forest outside my window. I stared at it, my hands pressed protectively against my belly, as if that alone could shield the life growing within me. Ragnor didn’t want us. The thought sliced through me like a dagger, its jagged edges reopening wounds I had tried to stitch together with hope. Ragnor’s rejection wasn’t just a refusal—it was a weight that settled deep in my chest, suffocating and relentless. I closed my eyes, willing away the sting of tears. Crying wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t make Ragnor stay. “I don’t need him,” I whispered, the words trembling as they left my lips. But even as I said it, my heart betrayed me. The truth was, I had always needed him—his strength, his warmth, the way his presence made me feel like I belonged, even when I was certain I didn’t. And yet, when I needed him the most, he had turned his back on me. On us. I glanced down at my belly,
Valkyrie Anna’s smile softened as she stepped closer, her voice adopting a syrupy sweetness. “You’re so brave, Madam Valkyrie,” she cooed, her tone dripping with false admiration. “To carry this burden alone—it’s admirable. Truly.” Her words were meant to comfort, but they carried an odd undertone I couldn’t quite identify. Still, I was too wrapped up in my own turmoil to notice the shift in her demeanor. “I don’t feel brave,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I feel... lost.” Anna tilted her head, her dark eyes glinting in the dim light. “Sometimes, being lost is the first step to finding your true path.” Something about her tone made me glance at her sharply, but her expression remained carefully composed. She reached out as if to touch my arm, but I stepped back instinctively, clutching the journal tighter to my chest. Before Anna could say anything more, the door swung open abruptly. “Valkyrie,” Nancy’s familiar voice cut through the tension, tinged with s
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.
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
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
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
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
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