VALERIA'S POV
The last ten years of my life in the Shadow Fang Pack have been nothing short of torment, each day a battle to survive in a world that viewed me as less than nothing. From the moment I was dragged from my burning homeland and thrown into chains, my identity was stripped away, replaced by a single, unchanging label: slave.
AGE 8: THE BEGINNING
It started with small tasks—cleaning floors, fetching water, and running errands for the warriors. At first, I thought if I worked hard enough, they might see me as more than just a prisoner. I thought wrong. The warriors saw my efforts as nothing more than an opportunity to exploit my labor further.
By my ninth birthday, I had learned the rules of survival: speak only when spoken to, keep your head down, and never, ever cry. Tears only brought laughter, followed by harsher punishments.
AGE 10: THE LESSON OF OBEDIENCE
I remember scrubbing the stone courtyard on my hands and knees, the sharp rocks biting into my skin. Beta Kane—a man who seemed to derive joy from cruelty—walked by, kicking over the bucket of soapy water. “Start over,” he ordered coldly.
When I hesitated, his hand struck my face, leaving a bruise that lingered for days. "Slaves don't get to question orders," he spat. That lesson was one I would never forget.
AGE 12: THE FIRST HUMILIATION
It was an evening like any other, and I had been tasked with polishing the warriors’ boots for a feast. As I worked, I felt something strange, a warm trickle running down my thigh. Confused and embarrassed, I tried to ignore it, but Beta Kane noticed immediately.
“What’s this?” he snarled, grabbing me by the arm and yanking me to my feet. When he saw the blood staining my clothes, his face twisted with disgust.
“Five lashes for making this mess, you disgusting wh*re,” he declared.
I was dragged to the punishment post before I could even understand what I had done wrong. My back still bore scars from previous punishments, and the new lashes reopened wounds that never seemed to heal.
AGE 13: THE FIRST BETRAYAL
Among the other slaves, I found a rare semblance of companionship in Freya, a girl younger than me by a year. She had a spark of defiance in her that I admired, though it often got her into trouble.
One night, I was yanked from my bed and dragged before the Alpha. Freya stood there too, her face pale and her shoulder bleeding.
“One week of starvation and seven lashes each night for stealing from the kitchen,” the Alpha’s voice boomed. I stared at Freya, confused and hurt. She couldn’t meet my eyes.
It wasn’t until later that I learned she had blamed me to save herself. That night, as the whip tore into my back, I promised myself I would never trust anyone again.
AGE 15: THE PUNISHMENT OF KINDNESS
The Gamma’s wife was heavily pregnant, and I was assigned to care for her. I scrubbed her back during baths, fetched her meals, and brought her tonics my mother had once taken during her own pregnancy. I worked tirelessly, hoping that perhaps kindness would be returned in some small measure.
But fate had other plans. When her child was stillborn, the blame fell squarely on me. “It was that slave! She poisoned me!” she wailed, her grief twisting into hatred.
Despite the healers’ assurances that the death was caused by complications, the pack didn’t care. From then on, I became their outlet for every frustration, every anger. The blows came harder, the punishments harsher.
AGE 17: THE DARKEST NIGHT
By now, the abuse was routine. The warriors took pleasure in tormenting me, whether through cruel words or physical harm. One night, after a long day of cleaning the training grounds, they cornered me. Jax, their leader, sneered as he grabbed my arm.
“Let’s see how much this one can take,” he said, and the others laughed.
They pushed me, shoved me into the mud, threw rocks that left bruises. When I stumbled, Jax kicked me hard in the ribs, and I gasped, unable to breathe. Just when I thought it would never end, a voice cut through the chaos.
“Enough.”
Alpha Magnar, the future leader of the pack, stood at the edge of the training grounds. This is the first time I've seen him so close.His piercing gaze silenced the warriors instantly. He didn’t look at me but addressed them with icy authority.
“If you have time to waste, perhaps I should find you something more useful to do.” His tone left no room for argument. The warriors scattered, leaving me trembling and broken on the ground.
Magnar didn’t offer a hand to help me up, nor did he speak to me. But his intervention, however small, planted a seed of something I hadn’t felt in years: hope.
Ten years of pain and degradation have shaped me, but they have not broken me. I carry the scars on my body and the weight in my soul, but somewhere deep inside, a spark remains. One day, I will rise above this. One day, I will be free.
VALERIA'S POVIt's early morning, and soon, midnight will strike today, and I will turn 18, I sat on the sand looking at the peaceful scenery in front of me. It was a full moon and its reflection on the water made it beautiful. A small smile appeared on my face as the cold water touched my toes.This place was my only safe sanctuary, but only a nightmare as it would be flocked with my bullies during the daytime. Those boys were foolish enough to miss school and waste their time here.If only I had the chance to attend school, I would never leave and would try to make the most of it. I used to have full attendance in my school at my old pack when everything was fine in my life until Alpha Dimitri killed my whole pack and I became a mere servant.I could never forget that night. I don't know why Alpha Dimitri had to kill all those people. As far as I know, my pack has always adhered to the principle of friendliness and I've never heard of any rivalry with other packs. That night changed
VALERIA'S POVThe world around me spun as I tried to process what was happening, the pain in my body a cruel reminder of my reality. My instincts screamed at me to escape, but every movement sent fresh waves of agony rippling through me. I could feel their eyes on me, predatory and filled with malice. Whatever they had planned, it wasn’t going to end well for me. I just knew it.Desperation fueled my trembling limbs as I tried to drag myself away, inch by agonizing inch. My fingers dug into the cold dirt, the grit biting into my skin, but I didn’t care. I just needed to get away.“Where do you think you’re going, little rat?” Magnar’s voice was like velvet wrapped around a dagger. Before I could react, his hand shot out, grabbing my arm and yanking me back toward him.Pain shot through me, but then… something else. The moment his skin touched mine, a surge of shocking energy rippled through my body. It wasn’t pain exactly—it was strange, electric, like tiny lightning bolts coursing un
VALERIA’S POVWith the kitchen duties finally behind me, I wiped my hands on my worn apron and headed upstairs. It was time to clean the head warriors’ rooms—a task I didn’t mind too much. At this hour, the warriors would all be outside training, leaving their quarters empty and quiet. Cleaning gave me a chance to lose myself in the repetitive motions, to think without interruptions.Climbing the stairs, I carried my supplies with me, the wooden bucket swaying slightly in my grip. The house was still waking up, faint murmurs of voices and footsteps echoing in the distance, but the halls leading to the warriors’ quarters were eerily silent.As I reached the first room, though, a strange sensation prickled at the back of my neck. It was subtle at first, like the faintest whisper of unease, but it grew stronger with every step. I paused mid-stride, glancing over my shoulder.The hallway was empty.The air was still, but my instincts were screaming. It felt as if someone’s eyes were borin
The fear gnawed at me, relentless and all-consuming. I couldn’t even remember how I managed to complete my chores—or if I’d done them properly. My hands moved mechanically, scrubbing, wiping, organizing, but my mind was elsewhere, trapped in the echo of his words.“Your time in this pack has come to an end.”The phrase looped in my head like a cruel mantra, each repetition cutting deeper. What did he mean? Was he going to cast me out? End my life?I hugged my knees tightly to my chest as I sat in the corner of the slave quarters, trying to steady the tremors coursing through me. Tears blurred my vision, and my breaths came in uneven gasps. The bond—this awful bond that tied me to him—felt more like chains, heavy and suffocating, dragging me into a dark abyss.He thought I wanted to be his mate.The idea made me feel sick. Never! If he had rejected me on the spot, I would have welcomed it with open arms. But now? Now, I was stuck in a cruel limbo, unsure of what to do or what was comin
VALERIA’S POVHe proved true to his words. The next forty minutes felt like an eternity—a relentless storm that I couldn’t escape, he violated me, my soul and my body. My body trembled uncontrollably, but I kept my eyes shut, willing myself to disappear, to fade into nothingness but he continued his assault on me. First my clothes, then my body, one by one he was bruising me.I could feel his wolf encouraging him to do more damage, his fingers turned into claws and dug deeper into my body causing more pain.Every second was a reminder of my helplessness, of the power he held over me. It didn’t matter that I was a slave. He treated me as less than that—as if I wasn’t even human and I had no say in what he was doing, my consent was not needed. I couldn’t fight him or stop him, I was too weak to do so, I simply cried for myself, for all the pain he was giving. His dark cruel eyes held nothing while he exploited me and used me however he wanted or in whatever position he wanted.I am no s
VALERIA’SPOVThe icy cold of the lake wrapped around me like a merciless shroud, pulling me deeper into its embrace. The shock of the water stole my breath, and for a fleeting moment, my body fought against the inevitable. But then, an eerie calm settled over me. The pain, the reality, the wounds — all began to fade as I drifted further away from the surface and from life itself. I didn’t fight anymore, I didn’t want to.The darkness didn’t scare me, the cold didn’t bother me.For the first time in years, there was silence. No taunts, no commands, no screams. Just stillness. The chaos that had been my life receded like a distant echo, leaving behind a void that felt strangely comforting. Floating there, caught between the world of the living and whatever lay beyond, I felt something I hadn’t in a long time: peace.It was comforting and relaxing.I knew what had just happened to me. I knew what it meant. The disgusting sensation of his hands, his weight, and the burning humiliation of
VALERIA’S POVI woke up with a sudden jerk, gasping as if the weight of the lake’s water was still pressing against my chest. My heart pounded in my ears, my lungs desperate for air. When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the soft grass on the other side of the lake. The night was eerily quiet, the only sound the gentle lapping of water against the shore.I blinked, disoriented. How did I survive? I was certain I had drowned. I remembered the freezing cold, the overwhelming darkness, and the peace that came with the thought of finally escaping the pain. But here I was, alive. I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, expecting to feel broken ribs or bruises from Magnar’s attack, but my body felt...whole.I pushed myself upright, hesitant, and looked down at my hands. There were no cuts, no bruises—nothing. My skin was unmarred, the wounds I knew I had suffered were gone. How was this possible?A shiver ran down my spine. “Was it all a dream?” I whispered to myself, but even as I
VALERIA’S POVThe snarls grew louder, their guttural menace reverberating through the cold night air. I could feel their eyes on me—hungry, predatory, and full of malice. My breaths came in ragged gasps as I clawed at the dirt, desperate to find anything to defend myself with. My fingers scraped over stones and brittle leaves, but nothing solid, nothing that could stop the nightmare closing in around me.“Stay back!” I croaked, my voice barely more than a whisper. My throat was dry, my terror making it impossible to scream properly.The rogues circled me like vultures, their glowing eyes cutting through the darkness. One lunged suddenly, its jaws snapping so close to my face that I could feel the rush of its breath. I scrambled backward on my hands and knees, the rough ground tearing at my palms and knees, but it was no use. They had me trapped.Tears blurred my vision as my body trembled uncontrollably. I could barely hear my own whisper over the pounding of my heart.“Please, Moon G
VALERIA’S POVRiven left, but I stayed.Her words echoed in my mind, a quiet reminder of the truth I needed to accept.I need to change the way I think.All of this was meant to be.Dimitri’s death. The battle. The bloodshed.I had to take revenge. It was supposed to happen one way or another.I couldn’t blame myself—not anymore.But I couldn’t stay here either.This place, these walls, this land—they would always remind me of what happened.Still, I couldn’t just walk away without a final goodbye.I had to make things right. I had to set everything straight.________________________________________By the time I returned to the pack, the battlefield was nearly cleared.The royal traitors had been dealt with.The Alphas who had dared to cross Riven were handcuffed in silver and being loaded into vans. I had no doubt she would deal with them personally.I walked toward the packhouse, my heart steady but my mind restless.I wasn’t sure what I expected, but when I stepped inside, I was m
VALERIA’S POVDimitri was dead.His lifeless body lay still, surrounded by the very people he had tormented and betrayed.And yet—I didn’t feel victorious.I didn’t feel like a hero.Instead, a sharp, twisting knot of dread and guilt settled deep inside me, like a festering wound that refused to heal.I should have felt relief. Peace.But all I felt was…Empty.A murderer.I had taken a life.Yes, it was justified. Yes, it was necessary. Yes, he deserved it.But that didn’t make it any easier.My gaze flickered toward Magnar. His lips were pressed together in a firm line, his golden eyes locked onto Dimitri’s body. I saw the shine of unshed tears, the war between grief and justice playing out in real time.I turned away.I couldn’t look at him.I couldn’t look at any of them.The weight of their stares, their unspoken expectations, was suffocating me.The world blurred as my breathing grew shallow. My heartbeat pounded against my ribs. I had to get out of here.I took a step back—then
VALERIA’S POVThe battlefield was silent.Not because the war was over—But because they were waiting.Waiting for me to finish what Dimitri started.I stared down at him, breathing heavily, my heart hammering in my chest.Riven’s voice sliced through the silence, low and certain.“Don’t show any mercy this time, Valeria. Your friends are safe—he has nothing against you now.”And just like that—My hesitation disappeared.The weight I had been carrying, the fear, the second-guessing—it all vanished.I turned my head slightly, catching sight of Magnar.He stood there, his arms tense at his sides, his jaw locked.His expression was unreadable, but his eyes…They were conflicted.He may have accepted this fate, may have severed the final tie with the man who raised him, but I knew—watching this wouldn’t be easy for him.I exhaled slowly and met his gaze.“You should look away,” I told him. “This is going to be painful for you to watch.”But he didn’t move.Didn’t blink.Didn’t turn away.
VALERIA’S POVI had never seen a vampire in my life.Not in person.Not until now.And suddenly, we were surrounded by them.Their presence was undeniable—an eerie, otherworldly force that sent shivers down my spine. Their sharp features, their glowing red eyes, the way they moved so effortlessly, like shadows given form.Riven is associated with vampires?Wow.I had heard whispers about her, of course. Rumors that she had ties beyond the werewolf realm. That she had even visited the fae kingdom.I never believed it.But now?Nothing seemed impossible when it came to Riven.And honestly… good for her.If anyone could command respect across different species, it was the woman standing before us with that annoyingly confident smirk.Dimitri, however, didn’t share my thoughts.His face twisted in pure rage, his lips pulling back over his teeth as he snarled at the newcomers.“Vampires are abominations! They are not allowed on my land! This is exactly why you should never have been queen,
VALERIA’S POV“No—”I lunged forward, my heart slamming against my ribs like a war drum.But I was too late.Dimitri’s fingers slammed down on the button, his smirk widening as if he had already won.For a split second, my world froze.I braced myself, every muscle in my body tightening. I knew what was coming—poison.A gas so lethal it would seep into the lungs of everyone around us, burning them from the inside, turning them into lifeless corpses before they could even scream.The end.I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the sting, the suffocating burn, the chaos—But…Nothing happened.I snapped my eyes open, my breath catching in confusion.The arena was still there. The ground hadn’t turned into a graveyard.The warriors, the royals, everyone was still standing.For a moment, even Dimitri looked stunned.His hand trembled over the button, his eyes darting wildly across the battlefield as if expecting bodies to drop at any second.Nothing.No poison.No death.No victory for him.
VALERIA’S POVThe battlefield still burned with chaos, but in this moment, my world narrowed down to only three people—Dimitri, Riven, and myself.Dimitri stood a few feet away, blood dripping from his nose, his fury barely contained. He was no longer the composed, manipulative mastermind. No. I had managed to push him into desperation.And Riven?She was watching me intently, her violet eyes sharp as she slowly began to understand what I was about to do.I turned my gaze back to Dimitri and smirked.“You know, Dimitri,” I called out to him, my voice clear over the noise of the battle, “you missed one crucial detail about Moonbound wolves.”Dimitri clenched his jaw. He wasn’t in the mood for games.But Riven, oh, she was.“I would love to know what it is,” she drawled, amusement flickering across her face.“I don’t care,” Dimitri snapped at the same time.I chuckled darkly. “Oh, but you should, Dimitri. You see, you’ve spent so much time obsessing over your revenge, your plans, and co
VALERIA’S POVI don’t know what came over me.One moment, I was staring at Riven, knowing Dimitri’s command had sealed my fate.The next, I was turning against him.All the energy I had been gathering, all the rage, the frustration, the helplessness—I redirected it.Not at Riven.At him.A blinding surge of power exploded from my hands, aimed straight at Dimitri.It hit him dead center.The force of my attack sent him flying backward, ripping him from the ceremonial platform. He crashed hard onto the stone floor below, a thunderous impact shaking the entire arena.Gasps echoed around me.A thick cloud of dust and debris rose from where Dimitri had landed, swirling in the air like a storm brewing around us. The weight of my attack had thrown him back with such force that the ceremonial platform itself trembled from the impact.For a heartbeat, all I could hear was the ringing in my ears and the shallow gasps of those who had witnessed what I had just done.Then, movement.I wasn’t give
VALERIA’S POVThe moment the signal came, I ran.The battle raged around me, the air thick with the scent of blood, smoke, and something far more sinister—Dimitri’s victory.His forces were overwhelming, tearing through the opposition like a wildfire, precise and merciless. The royals who had sided with him played their part well, cutting down anyone who dared to challenge their authority.This was his battlefield.His game.And I was just a piece he had moved into place.By the time I reached the throne, I expected to see panic, desperation—fear.But Riven sat there calmly, her posture regal, her gaze surveying the chaos below with a detached sort of curiosity.As if she were merely watching a performance rather than witnessing the fall of her kingdom.“So, you’re here to kill me.” She stated with a sigh.She didn’t sound afraid.Not even surprised.I faltered for a moment. She knew?“You knew?” I asked, disbelief coating my voice.She turned her head slightly, her golden eyes meetin
MAGNAR’S POVThe Queen followed my gaze.She saw it too.The fear in Valeria’s eyes.The helplessness clinging to her like a shroud.Riven’s expression remained unreadable, but something flickered in her gaze—understanding.“Hmm… interesting,” she muttered under her breath, her tone thoughtful, calculated. Then, without missing a beat, she turned her attention back to the gathered audience.She took a single step forward, commanding absolute silence.“As the reigning Queen, I declare the trials complete,” her voice rang out, powerful and unshaken. “Magnar has proven himself worthy through strength, strategy, and wisdom. He has shown that he is capable of leading not only his pack but making the hard choices necessary for the greater good.”The crowd erupted in cheers.Pride swelled in my chest, but a weight still pressed against me. Something wasn’t right. I could still feel Valeria’s gaze, though I couldn’t find her in the sea of people.Queen Riven turned to face me once more.“I ho