All Chapters of My Ex Wants Me Back, No Way!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Valkyrie BehatiTo my surprise, Giovanni seemed genuinely pleased with what Shie had said. He nodded approvingly before gently taking my hand in his, the warmth of his touch grounding me in the moment.“Nothing,” Giovanni responded calmly, his voice soft yet firm. “I just want to make sure she sleeps well at night after everything that has happened.”I wanted to glare at him, I really did. Everything he did around me felt like a façade, a mask he wore to keep up appearances. But I had to play along, forcing a smile to show appreciation for his words, even though my mind was elsewhere. Just then, my phone buzzed, and I received a message from Pierre.“Kyrie, you’ve missed too many classes already. Are you sure you still want to be an artist?” I read the message, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a heavy burden.“Gah! Pierre is going to kill me for missing so many classes, but I can’t return to this state!” I muttered, staring at my trembling hands. Panic began to bubble

Valkyrie Behati“We’ve investigated what happened to her right after finding her,” he began, his voice low but steady as he stepped closer to me. His presence was grounding, but his words sent a chill through my veins. “It seems like rogues were the ones who did this to her, but…we caught another scent.”I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice from trembling, but it betrayed me anyway. “What scent?” I asked, the words almost catching in my throat.Matt hesitated, his eyes darkening with something I couldn’t quite place before he let out a heavy sigh. “A scent from the Cloud Pack,” he revealed slowly, each word weighing heavily in the air between us. “There are flowers that grow specifically in their territory...That’s what I smelled.” His words made my heart race, thudding against my ribcage like it was trying to escape. My mind spun with the implications of what he had just said. I couldn’t shake the feeling gnawing at my insides—the suspicion that had been lurking at the edges

Valkyrie BehatiTears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I sat there, overwhelmed by emotions I never thought I could feel so deeply. Vulnerability wasn't something I was used to, and yet, here I was, feeling utterly exposed. I had always prided myself on being strong, on keeping my emotions in check, but now that facade was crumbling.Shie squeezed my hand, her grip firm and reassuring. I could feel the warmth of her tears as they fell onto our joined hands, her own emotions spilling over as she held onto me. Her voice, thick with emotion, trembled as she spoke. “You made mistakes,” she whispered, her words a balm to my wounded soul, “but you were trying to protect them in your way. You have to believe that.”Her words hit me like a wave, and I struggled to hold back the sob that threatened to escape. Shie had always been the one who understood me, who saw through the layers of my defenses and reached the core of who I was. She knew my flaws, my fears, and the choices I h

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 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