Valkyrie BehatiIt took me an entire day yesterday to muster up the courage to speak to Alex again. My heart pounded with each step I took as I made my way to his door. Now, I stand outside his room, my breath shallow, my hands trembling slightly as I wait for him to emerge. The hallway is quiet, the dim light casting long shadows against the walls. My gaze drifts to the wall clock, its slow, rhythmic ticking amplifying my anxiety. It’s just before dawn—early enough to know I won’t miss him.Nervousness coils in my stomach, twisting tighter with each passing second. The thought of him ignoring me, turning away without a word, claws at my insides. But no matter how much that might hurt, I know I have to face it. If it’s about him, I’m prepared for anything.At last, the door creaks open, and there he is, his eyes widening in surprise as they land on me. I swallow hard, my voice catching in my throat as I force out, “Alex—What time did you sleep?”His response is quick, almost dismiss
Valkyrie BehatiWith a slice of bread slathered in butter in my left hand and a glass of milk in the other, I stood in the dim light of the kitchen, feeling the cool evening air settle around us. “I haven't eaten yet,” he mentioned, almost offhandedly, breaking the quiet.“Oh, really? Then you can have this!” I offered cheerfully, reaching out to him with a warm smile, and lightly tapping his shoulder. He turned towards me, his eyes narrowing slightly as they fell upon the food in my hands.“You should eat that, it's your dinner. I'll grab something downstairs,” Alex replied with his usual casual tone, brushing off the offer. He glanced at the glass in my hand and added, “Besides, I’m not a fan of strawberry milk.”“Really? But it tastes so good—” I began to protest, but the words caught in my throat as a sudden wave of nausea hit me. The sweet, creamy scent of the milk, now so close to my nose, made my stomach lurch violently.Without warning, my fingers slipped, and the glass fell f
Valkyrie BehatiAlex turned to me slowly, his gaze penetrating the silence between us. His voice, a low and steady murmur, carried an edge of warning, “Kyrie, you really shouldn’t be asking me about that.” His words hung in the air, and he paused for a moment, letting their weight sink in before continuing with a playful smirk. “I will abuse you,” he added, almost teasingly, “but not in a mean way.”The subtle arch of his eyebrows, the mischievous glint in his eyes, and the slight curl at the corner of his lips—all of it combined to convey the true meaning behind his words. He wasn’t talking about harm, no, but rather something far more intimate, something that sent a rush of heat to my cheeks. I almost blushed as the implication of his words settled over me like a warm blanket.So, this was what he called "abuse." The kind that left us both breathless and spent, tangled in sheets, our bodies entwined in a rhythm only we could understand. It was his way of teasing, of overstepping
Valkyrie BehatiWhen Alex informed me that today was the day I needed to paint, a surge of panic ran through me. My first instinct was to check the calendar hanging in my room, frantically flipping through the pages to confirm what I already suspected—his birthday was just around the corner. Sure enough, it was a mere two to three weeks away, and the realization hit me like a ton of bricks: I hadn’t even started his portrait yet. How could I have let this slip? It felt like the world was spinning out of control.“Luna, Pierre is in—” I heard Matt's voice echo from the hallway, but I was already in motion, cutting him off mid-sentence. “Thank you, Matt! I’ll go see him right now!” My feet barely touched the ground as I bolted towards the backyard, ignoring Matt's faint shout behind me, warning me not to run.The people around the mansion had grown increasingly protective, their worry manifesting in ways that mirrored the meticulous nature of their Alpha. It was almost endearing how t
Valkyrie BehatiThe next day, I made up my mind to sneak out of the mansion. It wasn’t easy; every corner seemed to harbor eyes, and the security was tight, but I’ve always been good at slipping through the cracks. I knew they would try to stop me if they noticed, but I managed to fool most of them, blending into the shadows until I was finally free. They were watching me so eagerly, it adds up to my worries.Waiting around for them had become unbearable, something I couldn’t tolerate any longer. They had been gone for three days without a word, and I was done sitting idly by, helpless and clueless. I needed to know what was going on, and I couldn’t rely on anyone else to find out. They had left me in the dark for too long, and I was determined to shed some light on whatever was happening.My first thought was to go to Shie’s house. She had always been my confidante, the one person I could trust when everything else seemed uncertain. I knew she’d be shocked to see me—after all, it
Valkyrie BehatiThe weight of the truth in her words settled over me like a heavy fog, thick and undeniable. Alex had always been the one to put us first, no matter what it cost him. He carried the burden of responsibility with a quiet strength, a strength that I had come to admire deeply. Now, it was my turn to step up, to protect the very things he had fought so hard to keep safe.“I don't think that's entirely true,” I began, my voice steady but thoughtful. “Alex doesn't just prioritize us. He prioritizes everything—his duties, and his responsibilities. We’re a part of that, yes, but he would never abandon his obligations just for us.” The conviction in my words was as firm as my belief in Alex. “He's a responsible man, Shie. He wouldn't do something so reckless.”Shie’s smile was gentle, a knowing curve of her lips that held a mixture of understanding and concern. “That's exactly what I told Arnold. But he just doesn't grasp the kind of stress your mate is under right now.”I no
Valkyrie BehatiHis words lingered in the space between us, hanging like a heavy mist, thick and unyielding. I could almost see the unspoken thoughts swirling behind his eyes, like shadows of a storm brewing just beyond the horizon. He was smiling and seemed to be in a good mood, but there was something deeper—an undercurrent of emotion that was darker, more complicated. It was as if he was holding back a tidal wave of truth, and I was left standing on the shore, waiting for it to crash.I wanted to ask him a hundred questions, to open the doors of his mind and let the truth spill out. But instead, I nodded a small, silent gesture that gave him the space to speak at his own pace. I hoped that by not pushing, he would feel safe enough to tell me everything when he was ready. My heart pounded in anticipation of what he might reveal.“I've been attending hearings at the court,” Alex began, his voice calm but tinged with a hint of something more profound. “And when I say the court, I m
Valkyrie BehatiHe blinked, snapping back to reality, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, though there was no drool to be found. He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Sorry,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “It’s just hard not to appreciate a meal like this.” He reached for the bath bombs, sprinkling them into the tub, the water quickly filling with a fragrant, colorful foam. “I can’t wait to shower with you,” he added, his voice low, the promise of what was to come hanging in the air between us.Alex led me to the bathroom with a quiet intensity, his hand gently guiding mine as he brought me to the edge of the bathtub. Without a word, he positioned me in front of him, his touch tender as he began to wash my hair. Each movement was deliberate, his fingers massaging my scalp with a care that made me feel like I was being pampered at a luxurious spa. The tension in my body started to melt away, and I could barely suppress the soft m