Novels by Valeta_Rosé

Chapter 177The boardroom of the Light corporation towered high above the human city, its walls of glass overlooking a sea of skyscrapers. The long, polished table gleamed with documents and tablets stacked neatly, surrounded by men and women in tailored suits-his board of advisors, financial officers, and war strategists.Mirage sat at the head, immaculately dressed in charcoal, his expression cold and unreadable as his advisors droned on about quarterly reports, trade routes, and new alliances. To anyone else, he looked the same as always-detached yet in absolute control, every inch the Alpha of Alphas.But inside, he was elsewhere.Not a word of the balance sheets or proposed contracts sank in. His mind burned with a single image: a little girl's laughter, bright as sunlight, spilling across a birthday party. Golden eyes-no, silver, he remembered now, the light had shifted when she'd turned toward the cake. Silver eyes wide with wonder, innocen

Chapter 176 Viona's POV The night air over the Levites pack was rich with pine, smoke, and laughter. The celebration was in full swing: lanterns swayed in the trees, their golden glow mingling with the silver of the moon. Music carried across the open courtyard of the pack house, drums pulsing like a heartbeat while wolves and humans alike danced in a circle around the towering birthday cake that glittered with sparklers. At the center of it all was Ariel, his grin wide as he hoisted Lyra onto his shoulders. My daughter clapped her tiny hands, her giggles rising above the crowd like bells. She leaned forward, pointing eagerly at the glowing cake, while Ariel twirled her around with exaggerated steps. Aria laughed beside them, clapping along with the music, her gown swishing in rhythm. My parents' mate stood nearby, their faces alight with pride as they watched both their son and granddaughter bask in the joy of the evening. It w

Chapter 175 Viona's POV The days that followed the reveal of Lyra's existence were filled with a strange, tender warmth I hadn't felt in years. My parents visited often now, slipping into the estate with the same reverence one might reserve for sacred ground. My mother could barely keep her hands off her granddaughter, weaving ribbons into Lyra's hair, teaching her old songs from our homeland. My father, for all his Alpha sternness, melted into something softer around the child. He would sit on the porch with Lyra tucked against his chest, telling her stories of the stars and the pack's ancestors, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. Ariel was perhaps the most relentless of all. From the moment he met her, Lyra had become his shadow. He showed up with small gifts -wooden toys, shiny pebbles, even a tiny dagger (which I quickly confiscated). He sparred playfully with her in the gardens, lifting her high in the air until

Chapter 174 Viona's POV The morning sunlight streamed through the glass windows of Moonlight Media's headquarters, turning the vast lobby into a shimmering sea of gold. Employees bustled about, whispering excitedly, for it was not every day that my family arrived at the company. I had received the message late the night before-my family was coming. Not just my mother or father, but all of them. I hadn't seen them together in years, not since I'd left the werewolf territories behind to forge my empire. A mix of anticipation and unease coiled inside me as I rode the elevator down to greet them. The doors slid open, and there they were. My father, Jason, stood tall despite the graying of his hair, his Alpha presence still carrying weight even outside the pack's borders. My mother's eyes softened when they met mine, warmth spilling into every line of her face. And beside them, my younger brother Ariel-no longer t

Chapter 173 Viona's POV The invitation arrived in a black envelope, its edges gilded in silver. It was discreetly slipped onto my desk, though I had known to expect it. The Annual Global Media Awards-the most prestigious ceremony in the industry-where every CEO, journalist, and broadcaster of renown gathered to celebrate the year's achievements. My assistant, Mara, lingered by the door, her expression unreadable as I slid a manicured finger beneath the seal and unfolded the heavy parchment. "They'll expect you to attend," Mara said. My lips curved faintly, though the smile didn't quite touch my eyes. "Yes. They always do." This year, however, the event carried a different weight. Not because I was nominated again-though I was, for several categories-but because I had made a decision. It would be my last. --- For six years, I had lived beneath th

Chapter 172 Viona's POV Fame had a strange way of wrapping itself around my life. It came not with the quiet reverence of my pack days but with flashing lights, whispering mouths, and headlines that painted me in colors both flattering and false. By now, six years into my reign as CEO of Moonlight Media, my name carried weight across continents. Humans saw me as the formidable woman who had bridged gaps no one else dared touch. Witches praised my ability to grant them a neutral platform. Even werewolves, who once whispered my name in anger, spoke of me now with reluctant awe. Everyone knew me. But no one truly knew me. My image was carefully crafted: a woman of elegance and precision, untouchable in success, commanding in every word I spoke on public stages. The interviews I granted were rare, my answers polished and sharp. The photos that appeared in glossy magazines showed me in designer gown