VALERIA’S POV
I woke up earlier than usual, the first rays of the sun barely piercing through the canopy of trees surrounding the camp. My restless mind refused to grant me even a moment of peace, so I decided to go for a run. Perhaps the rhythmic pounding of my feet on the forest floor would drown out the storm inside me.
I needed to clear my head before we executed Elijah’s plan. A scenario would be created, a carefully constructed act where it would look like I was being captured again, just to infiltrate Dimitri’s pack. It was a brilliant plan in theory, but it was too much for me to process.
I was going to face the people who had tortured me for ten years. The same people who had broken me over and over again, leaving me with scars—physical and emotional—that no amount of time could heal.
As I tied my boots and stepped out of my small cabin, the crisp morning air bit at my skin, but I welcomed it. It grounded me, pulling
VALERIA’S POVA wave of heat rippled through my body, starting in my chest and radiating outward. I stumbled, clutching my stomach as the sensation intensified. It wasn’t the ordinary heat of a fever or exhaustion—it was alive, like fire coursing through my veins, burning hotter with every passing second.I gasped, falling to my knees. My hands trembled as I pressed them into the earth, the cool dirt doing nothing to ease the inferno inside me. My heart pounded erratically, each beat sending jolts of electricity through my limbs.“What is happening to me?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the roaring in my ears.Sweat poured down my face, and a desperate thirst clawed at my throat. Water. I needed water. My thoughts were jumbled, incoherent, but one thing was clear: I had to get to the lake.Stumbling to my feet, I started running, my body moving on instinct. The forest blurred around me, the trees merging int
VALERIA’S POV“It’s good news—that means we’re ready now. Are you?” Elijah asked, leaning against the wooden table in our cabin. His sharp gaze bore into mine, measuring me for any sign of doubt.I took a deep breath, my mind still reeling from the events of the past few days. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I am ready now.” My voice carried more conviction than I expected, and it surprised even me. For the first time, I felt like I wasn’t the same broken girl who had been dragged through hell. “But how do I make sure they catch me?”Elijah crossed his arms, his expression thoughtful. “I’ve been keeping an eye on their construction work. It seems like Magnar is in charge of overseeing the extension of their pack boundaries.”The mention of his name sent a chill down my spine. I tensed, clenching my fists as memories of Magnar’s betrayal and cruelty clawed their way back to the surface. “So? Should I just barge in there?” I asked, forcing my voice to remain steady.“No,”
VALERIA’S POV“Okay, but what if I get distracted? What if things don’t go according to what we’ve planned?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The doubt I had buried deep inside bubbled to the surface.Elijah tilted his head, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. “Do you have friends, family, or anyone there that you care about?”The question hit me harder than I expected. I shook my head slowly, my throat tightening. “No,” I replied. “I don’t have anyone there. Not anymore.”“Then there’s no place for distraction, Valeria,” he said simply, his voice calm yet firm. “There’s only one possible distraction for you, and that too depends entirely on you.”I frowned, confused. “Who?”“Magnar,” he said, his tone sharp.My frown deepened. Just hearing his name made my chest tighten, but not with affection—never that. It was anger, betrayal, and something I couldn’t quite place. “Why would he be a distraction?” I asked, crossing my arms defensively.Elijah’s eyes didn’t waver. “He tried
VALERIA’S POVThe forest was eerily silent as we moved, each step calculated, each breath measured. The plan was set in motion, and my heart pounded with both fear and determination. I didn’t tell anyone outside Elijah, Tony, and Damien about the real plan—about my intention to get caught. It had to look real. There could be no slip-ups.The air was thick with tension as we navigated the shadows, avoiding the patrolling warriors of the Shadow Fang pack. My eyes scanned every inch of the terrain, my ears attuned to the faintest sound. This wasn’t just a hunt for us. For them, it was survival. For me, it was the beginning of the end of Dimitri’s reign.We moved silently, gathering herbs and trapping two rabbits, careful not to leave a trail—except for the subtle traces of my scent I left behind, making it look as though I was careless. Every move was deliberate, every step bringing me closer to their lair.As we neared the lake, I signalled the others to stay behind. “No matter what hap
MAGNAR’S POVShe’s alive.The thought slammed into me like a blow to the chest. I watched her as the guards dragged her forward, her steps defiant despite the rough treatment. She didn’t look like the Valeria I remembered—frail, broken, and beaten down. No, this Valeria was different. Strong. There was fire in her eyes, a resolve I didn’t recognize.My wolf was losing it inside me, roaring to be let out. She’s alive! She survived, Magnar! Don’t you see? We need to go to her. Fix this! Fix what you’ve done!But I shoved him down, locking him away in the darkest corners of my mind. I couldn’t deal with him right now. Not with her here. Not with the past clawing its way back to the surface.That night by the lake replayed in my mind like a cursed memory I couldn’t escape. The way I’d looked at her, the disgust I’d felt—at her and myself. The words I spat, the cruel rejection. And then…what came after.I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. I had buried her Chapter in my life t
VALERIA’S POVThe guards gripped my arms like I was some wild animal, dragging me down the dimly lit corridors toward the Shadow Fang dungeons. The cold, damp air wrapped around me, sending a shiver up my spine. My steps faltered, but I forced my legs to keep moving. I wouldn’t let them see my fear, even if it bubbled just beneath the surface.This was it—the place I had only heard about in hushed whispers as a child. The dungeons were reserved for the worst criminals, the irredeemable. And now, I was going to be one of them.The iron bars creaked open, and they shoved me inside a small, dark cell, slamming the door shut behind me. The metallic clink of the lock echoed in the confined space, making Vyara growl low in my mind. The air was thick with a strange, faintly acrid smell. Wolfsbane. Of course. Dimitri wouldn’t leave anything to chance.My body already felt heavier, slower, like the strength I had worked so hard to build was being drained away bit by bit. I clenched my fists, s
VALERIA’S POVThe cold of the dungeon seeped into my bones, but I stayed awake all night, my mind sharp and my resolve unshaken. I didn’t allow myself the luxury of fear. Fear wouldn’t help me now. If anything, it would only give Dimitri the satisfaction he so desperately craved.When the heavy sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, signalling their arrival, I took a deep breath, bracing myself. I had expected warriors or maybe a guard to escort me to whatever torment they had planned, but when the door creaked open and Dimitri himself stepped in, accompanied by Magnar, I had to fight to keep my expression neutral.His presence wasn’t a surprise, but the intensity of his gaze as he looked down at me made my stomach twist. Dimitri was a man who thrived on control, on fear, and I knew he was here to remind me of who he thought I was.“Son,” Dimitri said, his voice smooth but laced with venom. “Why don’t you do the honours and drag her out of this place? I’m sure one night was enough f
VALERIA’S POVThey couldn’t see it, but I had already cast an invisible protective barrier around myself. The power hummed softly beneath my skin, a shield fueled by my resolve. No matter what they tried to do to me now, their weapons would never touch me.I stood still, my chin raised, as Dimitri barked orders to the guards. The two men positioned themselves behind me, their whips in hand. I could hear the leather snapping against the air as they tested their weapons, but I didn’t flinch.“Begin!” Dimitri commanded, his voice sharp and commanding, cutting through the tense silence.The first lash came down, the whip slicing through the air with a loud crack. I braced myself out of instinct, but when it landed on my back, there was no pain. Nothing. The barrier absorbed the force completely.Another lash followed, harder this time, but again, there was no pain, no sting, no burning sensation on my skin. I stood tall, my expression calm, and my body unflinching.The murmurs began almos
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