All Chapters of His Hybrid Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Valkyrie Ragnor’s intense gaze bore into mine the moment he stepped into the clearing. His gaze burned with an intensity that made everything else disappear. His massive form, muscular and imposing, exuded power and command as he strode forward, each step a reminder that no one dared challenge him. "Damn it!" one of the rogues shouted, momentarily frozen in fear, shifting uneasily. But Ragnor’s gaze never wavered from me, not even for a second. His focus was entirely on me, and something inside me stirred—something dark, something possessive. “You should have stayed inside,” he growled angrily. I flinched, as if I knew I shouldn’t have made this mistake. "I—I’m sorry, Alpha..." I whispered, holding back my tears. I was utterly afraid of the situation, and his scolding only made my heart ache. “And you, all of you... What the hell were you thinking, touching what’s mine?” Ragnor roared, and four of the wolves stepped back, knowing their opponent was the Alpha himself. “She’s al

Valkyrie The next morning, I woke with an aching body—not from our sexual intercourse, but from the intensity of what had transpired between us. No, Ragnor and I hadn’t crossed that line yet. After a torrent of fiery kisses, he had pulled back, his voice low and steady as he said he wanted to reclaim me fully before taking things further. The thought left me breathless. How deliberate, how thoughtful he was. And in that moment, I couldn’t imagine loving him more. Reclaiming me. The word lingered in my mind, sweet and powerful. ‘I must attend an early meeting with the council. Please understand and make yourself comfortable.’ The note on his desk brought a soft smile to my lips as I clutched it tightly to my chest, the warmth of his words seeping into me. I had never been in love before, not truly. And now, this bittersweet sensation—this fragile, beautiful idea of love—threatened to overwhelm me. Did he love me? Should I even ask? No. I dared not voice such a questio

Valkyrie The moment Ragnor stormed out of my quarters, I couldn’t shake the urgent feeling. The clash was inevitable, and I had to stop it before it was too late. "Alpha! Wait!" I rushed after him, but by the time I reached the hallway, he was already halfway down the corridor, his pace furious, his jaw clenched. Everything seemed to crackle with power. "Ragnor... please... wait...." He didn’t halt even for a second. Suddenly, we arrived at the central hall, where all the high-ranking members of the pack had gathered for the morning meeting. "Beta! Follow me to my office!" he ordered, glaring at Tasya, who was still chatting with her staff and holding documents in her arms. "What is it, Alpha?" she asked, her voice curious. But Ragnor only flicked a tense glance at her—everyone could sense the fury radiating from him. Without another word, Tasya followed Ragnor to his office, the door shutting behind them with a sharp click. The moment they were alone in the office, a chill

The grand hall of the packhouse, a place meant to command respect, felt suffocating today. The high, arched ceilings and cold stone walls echoed with the tension hanging between us. My mother, the Luna Dowager, stood at the center of it all, her elegant yet unyielding posture radiating authority. Beside her, as always, was Tasya—the woman she had been forcing into my life since I came of age. From the threshold, I could already feel the storm brewing. My chest tightened with suppressed anger as I stepped into the room, my boots striking the floor with deliberate weight. "Ragnor," my mother said, her voice as sharp as a blade. "We need to settle this matter. Now." Her tone left no room for argument, but I wasn’t about to give in. I crossed my arms and fixed her with a glare. "Settle what, Mother? Let’s not pretend I don’t know where this is heading." She gestured toward Tasya with a graceful wave, her composure brittle with barely contained fury. "This. The pack needs stabilit

Valkyrie I waited patiently in Ragnor’s office, trying to steady my nerves as he spoke, but the nagging sensation that something was terribly wrong refused to leave me. The weight of the situation was suffocating. The council—those cold, calculating wolves—would not hesitate to strip him of his power if they sensed the slightest weakness. I was lost in my thoughts when the door suddenly creaked open, and without warning, the last person I wanted to see appeared in the doorway. "Oh, our little omega is here, apparently," Tasya’s voice sliced through the tension in the room, smooth and condescending. I felt my body tense, unable to stop myself from clenching the fabric of my skirt in my hands. "What do you want?" I demanded. Tasya’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes glinting with something dark. "For a lowly servant like you, you’ve probably never heard of politics, have you? How to survive in this world with power..." She let her words hang in the air like poison, but I