All Chapters of His Hybrid Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Valkyrie “I, Ragnor Howard, Alpha of the Blue Fire Pack, reject Valkyrie as my mate.” His words cut through me like a blade, sharp and unrelenting. Today was meant to be the happiest day of my life. My eighteenth birthday. The day I was told I’d find my mate, the one person who would make me whole. “No! It can’t be! The Alpha’s mate is just a lowly servant?” someone shouted in disbelief, echoing my own thoughts. I had never dared to dream of becoming the Luna. How could I? I was nothing more than a maid in this pack. “A–Alpha...” My voice faltered, my breath catching in my chest. Ragnor’s crimson eyes bore into me, like seething with disgust, as if the thought of being tied to me was a curse. “I’m... sorry...” “Just accept it.” His command was cold and absolute, devoid of any trace of mercy. I dared not defy him, though my heart shattered under the weight of his words. Luna Dowager stepped forward then, her presence as icy and unyielding as her voice. “Valkyrie.” I tilted my

Valkyrie I couldn’t move, though every instinct screamed at me to do so. Ragnor’s claws sliced through the air, time seeming to stretch, his fury pressing against me like a suffocating weight. The air crackled with power, thick and heavy, but he didn’t strike. Instead, his claws halted mid-swing, trembling as though something unseen held him back. The tension was palpable, a razor’s edge between control and chaos. “Ragnor,” I whispered, my voice barely a breath but filled with fragile hope. His crimson eyes snapped to mine, wild and unrecognizable. Beneath the feral glow, a flicker—a trace—of the man I once knew. “Stay back!” Duncan’s voice was sharp, commanding. But I couldn’t obey. I stepped closer, ignoring the enforcers who struggled to hold him down. Their breath was labored, each of them feeling the weight of his thrashing strength. My body screamed at me to run, but my heart betrayed me, pulling me closer, urging me to bridge the chasm between us. “Let me try,” I

Valkyrie My world had ended—or so I thought. But when the morning sun filtered weakly through the frosted windows, I realized life would continue, whether I was ready or not. Last night, I barely remembered reaching the servants’ quarters. The moment my body hit the bed, exhaustion pulled me into oblivion. My birthday was ruined. My mate was gone. And Ragnor... he had gone mad. What a day. The chill in the room forced me to shiver as I hurriedly stood and pulled on my plain gray uniform, the coarse fabric scratching against my skin. "Time to work, Val," I whispered to myself, forcing my legs to move. The scent of cleaning supplies and stale air greeted me as I stepped out, a stark reminder of my place within the pack hierarchy. Being a maid in the Blue Fire Pack wasn’t glamorous, but it was survival. I had long since resigned myself to the monotony—scrubbing floors, laundering clothes, and ensuring every surface of the grand mansion gleamed under the ever-watchful eyes of t

Valkyrie I stood up, smoothing out my askew uniform. A faint smile lingered on my lips. I almost had sex with Ragnor! Oh, my God! The thought was overwhelming. How could he do that after rejecting me just yesterday? My mind spiraled into a whirlpool of chaotic thoughts. For a fleeting moment, I felt happy, but then confusion overtook me. What does he want from me? I murmured to myself, unable to answer. I tied my blonde hair into a ponytail, trying to focus. Stepping over to his desk, I began sorting through the scattered documents Ragnor had left behind. My hands moved mechanically, but my thoughts were anything but calm. Every intimate moment replayed in my mind—the way his lips had captured mine, the raw intensity of his touch, and the quiet, pleading desperation in his voice when he said he couldn’t let me go. I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away. "It meant nothing," I whispered, trying to convince myself. "It wasn’t love, though I wish it was." I sighed,

Valkyrie I pulled myself together, taking a deep breath as I rose from lying beneath him. "Excuse me," I murmured to Ragnor, my voice steady despite the frantic thudding of my heart. "I need to get back to work." "Valkyrie..." Ragnor’s voice was soft, almost pleading, as his hand reached toward my hair. His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, torn between desire and something deeper I couldn’t quite decipher. "I need to go." My voice came out colder than I intended, masking the whirlwind of emotions inside me. I was angry, confused. The weight of his secrecy, the unanswered questions, hung heavily between us. Why had he rejected me before, only to suddenly want me now? Did I even have the right to ask him why, or was I just another fleeting desire to him? Ragnor sighed, his features tightening. "I understand," he said, taking a reluctant step back. The air between us seemed to thicken with unspoken words. I could still feel the pull of him, but I couldn’t afford to fall in