Valkyrie Behati“Giovanni has always been abusive,” I said, my voice firm but shaking ever so slightly. “He threatens verbally, physically, in ways no one could manage, but he could. Not just to me, but my previous pack.”The effect was immediate. The crowd, which had been murmuring softly among themselves, fell into a deep, uneasy silence. Even Laine, who had avoided eye contact with me all this time, looked up. But her gaze was strange—there was something there, a flicker of recognition or understanding. Could she relate to what I had just said? I couldn’t tell, and I couldn’t bring myself to care at that moment.I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I had a mission here, and it was crystal clear: to put Giovanni behind bars, to ensure that we never had to live through the horrors of the past again. The war, the pain, the destruction—I think it was all tied to him, and I needed to stop it, once and for all. I wasn’t sure if I could succeed, but I had already made up my mi
Valkyrie BehatiShie gently led me to my room, her arms steady as I stumbled under the weight of my tears. I hadn't realized just how exhausted I was until my body collapsed onto the bed, my mind too weary to resist sleep. The overwhelming emotions, the endless sobs—they had drained me completely. I wasn't even sure when I fell asleep, but I knew I did when the sensation of someone combing through my hair stirred me awake. The motion was soft, comforting, and warm and when I opened my eyes, I found Alex sitting beside me on the bed.He was watching me, his eyes filled with something between worry and relief, as if he'd been waiting for me to wake up. His gaze softened when he noticed I was awake, his lips parting with a quiet sigh of relief.“You're awake,” he whispered, his voice gentle as he leaned forward to press a tender kiss to my forehead. “You've been crying all morning.”I blinked slowly, trying to shake off the fog of sleep, and mumbled, “W-What time is it?” My eyes flutte
Valkyrie BehatiI can't wrap my head around it. Why would he want to do that now, after rejecting me in the first place? It doesn't make any sense, and it’s only getting more confusing as I think about it.What’s really going on in that murderer’s head? I shivered, almost hugging myself for comfort. If it weren’t for Pau, I wouldn’t have known what he was planning. She saved me from walking into something much worse.Pau’s voice softened, her expression darkening as she continued. “That’s when the vendor noticed me. The rest… it’s too much. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s just... too painful. No one should ever have to go through that.”Her words lingered in the air, heavy with the weight of her unspoken trauma. The silence in the room stretched, each of us grappling with what she had revealed. There were no words strong enough to respond, just the feeling of shared horror hanging between us.“It’s okay,” Matt finally said, his voice soft but steady. “Don’t push yourself to say m
Valkyrie BehatiHis chest barely rose and fell, but he was alive—thank the goddess. However, his body was covered in wounds, each one worse than the last.“He’s badly hurt! Matt, call someone from the pack! We need help now!” I shouted, trying to keep my voice steady as panic began to claw at me.Matt growled low in his throat, his expression darkening. “A rogue was here,” he muttered, his tone filled with barely controlled rage.A loud noise shattered the tense silence outside, sending a jolt of terror through me. My arms instinctively wrapped around Pierre, holding him close despite the blood that soaked his clothes. His breaths were shallow, and his pale face faded with each passing second. I can’t bear to see him in that kind of state.“Luna, please, you need to hide. We don’t know if the rogue is still here,” Matt urged, his voice steady but urgent. He pulled off his shirt as he spoke, revealing his readiness to fight. “I can smell two distinct scents. We're outnumbered.”I swa
Valkyrie BehatiDays passed slowly, the anticipation building with each one, until finally, Alex's birthday arrived. The excitement was palpable, though everyone made sure to prepare discreetly, following my carefully laid-out plans. They all worked hard to avoid crossing paths with their Alpha, fearing that they might let their excitement slip and greet him before the surprise.This year, though, they told me that something was different. Alex hadn’t requested any meals for his birthday, which was odd considering how much he usually enjoyed the pack’s celebrations. I overheard them saying it might be because he probably had something special planned with me after the competition, and the thought made my heart flutter. I wanted to squeal and roll around in my bed, overwhelmed by his sweet gestures. Alex could be so thoughtful and romantic, and I could hardly believe how lucky I was to be loved by him.To be loved like this—deeply and without reservation—had always been something I
Valkyrie Behati“Something significant, huh? That’s an interesting theme,” Alex remarked. I couldn't help but nod enthusiastically, clapping my hands in excitement.“I know, right? Can you guess what kind of art I decided to create?” I asked, biting my lower lip in an attempt to hold back the overwhelming excitement bubbling inside me.He paused, studying me for a moment before replying, “Honestly, it’s hard to guess. You’re the kind of person who finds meaning in everything around you, in the people close to you. You make everything seem important.” His words sent a warm rush through me, a flutter that made my heart skip.Alex really knew me, sometimes better than I even knew myself. It made my chest tighten in the best possible way, and I had to fight back the sudden urge to tear up.“I love you, Alex,” I said softly, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under my lips. “I’m so thankful for you.”He gave me that familiar, deep gaze that always left me f
Valkyrie BehatiToday was full of surprises. I never expected Alex to be one of the bidders for the championship art piece. He wasn’t just participating—he was determined to win it, paying a staggering sum of money, all because so many others wanted it too.I hadn’t wanted him to go through all that trouble, especially since I made the painting for him. But Alex, being Alex, was persistent. He kept telling me how much it meant to him, how important it was to have something I’d created just for him.I sighed softly, feeling a mix of exasperation and warmth. It almost felt like he had purchased the gift I had made for him. “Stop giving me that look,” he said from the passenger seat, his voice playful yet firm. Alex was about to laugh because of my reaction.I pouted, folding my arms across my chest. “I told you, I could’ve just asked to take it home. The artists have the option to keep their work if they want.”He glanced at me with a smile that lit up his entire face. “You’d still h
Valkyrie BehatiAfter Alex celebrated his birthday, things in the city took a strange turn, almost as if the world had shifted overnight. There was an undeniable increase in rogue sightings—creatures that normally lurked in the shadows were now brazenly making themselves known. The chilling reports of vampires stalking the streets became too frequent to dismiss, and the steady rise in deaths painted a grim picture.What was even more unnerving was that none of this made it to the media. Not a single news outlet was reporting the chaos that seemed to be unfolding right under everyone’s noses. The silence from the media was deafening as if someone—or something—was deliberately keeping the truth from reaching the public. That’s when the Crimson Pack decided to take matters into their own hands.Alex had confided in me earlier that he and the pack had already reached out to one of his media partners, urging them to release an article and expose the threat. But before they could even do