Ragnar looked ahead, seeing that Astrid was closing up on him fast. He couldn't do anything—she was already too close for him to evade, the only option left was to fight back.And he just couldn't.Despite how revolting it was that she was his mate, he couldn't hurt her—hurting her would mean hurting himself, the pain of a hurt mate would leave the other with an immeasurable pain. With a growl, Astrid’s claw landed a powerful swipe on Ragnar's face. The force of the blow left a searing mark, and blood dripped from the fresh wound."I'm going to kill you for what you've done, Ragnar." Astrid seethed. However, as Astrid readied herself for the next strike, a sudden and unexpected change seized her.Astrid froze mid-motion, her eyes widening in astonishment.It was the scent of a mate.The realization hit Astrid like a thunderbolt, and she hesitated, her predatory instincts immediately subdued. Her gaze locked with Ragnar's again, and in that charged moment, they both felt the undeni
CHAPTER SEVENA few weeks after the captured blood rogues were killed, a heavy fog filled the land. This got the people talking, but the fog cleared away in a few days. Astrid tried to warn Ragnar to return the Moon Stone to her people. She didn't care if he planned on killing her, but he should return what belonged to her people. Ragnar tells her the stone doesn't belong to her people, but with his. He tells her it was stolen from them many years ago, just then they are interrupted by Ragnar's Beta, Ryan Holster—who was the only one that treated Astrid like a human in the pack. When Ryan arrives, Ragnar accused himself and walked away, leaving the two. Here, Ryan offers Astrid food and they talk. Astrid finds herself smiling again due to Ryan's conversation even with everything going on, she begins to see him in another light. When Ragnar returned back to the room, he notices the chemistry between Astrid and Ryan and he gets jealous. He orders that Astrid be sent back to the dung
Huncho absolutely hated the smell of cigarettes. But as the second–in–command to Astrid, the leader of the Viper Rogues, he was around her most of the time and had to endure through it. The woman loved a good smoke. His tattoo gun paused mid action as he met Astrid's gaze with a faint smirk on his lips, "You're stoned as fuck—you would most likely not feel anything even if your chest was split open." he quipped. "You might even laugh." She flashed a brief, amused grin. The irony in Kai's statement wasn't lost to her— especially considering the fact that she had only just slit a woman's chest open yesterday. And indeed, she did laugh. How could she not? Her sworn enemy's wife was bleeding to death in front of her. It had filled her with delight. Next, she was going to go for Ragnar himself. But her father kept telling her she wasn't ready to take on Ragnar, and then he would go on to tell her how immeasurably powerful he was and how she needed more training to defeat him. She w
Equality? What a fucking delusion. In the werewolf world, it was almost an abomination to speak of it. In fact, contemplating the possibility of it was completely futile. Why? Because it simply could never exist. There were only two factors that governed the system they called life: the superiority of the powerful beings, and the oppression of the weaklings. Only that in this world, there was only one superior. One ruler. One sovereign. And every other entity was meant to bow flat at his feet. Lest, they taste his fiery wrath. The only one called the most powerful. The only one called the most mighty. The only one called the most ruthless. He was known as the 'Veil Of The Shadow Moon'He wasn't just any ordinary alpha; he was Ragnar Alaric Dreadmore, the king of all kings, the ruler of all rulers, the alpha of all alphas. A name that commanded respect. A name that prompted every knee to fall to the floor and reverence his authority. A name that pulsed dread in the veins of
Huncho absolutely hated the smell of cigarettes. But as the second–in–command to Astrid, the leader of the Viper Rogues, he was around her most of the time and had to endure through it. The woman loved a good smoke. His tattoo gun paused mid action as he met Astrid's gaze with a faint smirk on his lips, "You're stoned as fuck—you would most likely not feel anything even if your chest was split open." he quipped. "You might even laugh." She flashed a brief, amused grin. The irony in Kai's statement wasn't lost to her— especially considering the fact that she had only just slit a woman's chest open yesterday. And indeed, she did laugh. How could she not? Her sworn enemy's wife was bleeding to death in front of her. It had filled her with delight. Next, she was going to go for Ragnar himself. But her father kept telling her she wasn't ready to take on Ragnar, and then he would go on to tell her how immeasurably powerful he was and how she needed more training to defeat him. She w
Ragnar looked ahead, seeing that Astrid was closing up on him fast. He couldn't do anything—she was already too close for him to evade, the only option left was to fight back.And he just couldn't.Despite how revolting it was that she was his mate, he couldn't hurt her—hurting her would mean hurting himself, the pain of a hurt mate would leave the other with an immeasurable pain. With a growl, Astrid’s claw landed a powerful swipe on Ragnar's face. The force of the blow left a searing mark, and blood dripped from the fresh wound."I'm going to kill you for what you've done, Ragnar." Astrid seethed. However, as Astrid readied herself for the next strike, a sudden and unexpected change seized her.Astrid froze mid-motion, her eyes widening in astonishment.It was the scent of a mate.The realization hit Astrid like a thunderbolt, and she hesitated, her predatory instincts immediately subdued. Her gaze locked with Ragnar's again, and in that charged moment, they both felt the undeni
Ragnar watched as Lilith gracefully approached him, her hips swaying with every movement. She had nice child–bearing hips and his heir would have the best maternal genes, that's for sure. It pleased him, and a slow, pleased smile spread across his face."Lilith," he rumbled, a hint of satisfaction in his voice, "come closer."Lilith obeyed, nodding, moving with a sensual grace until she stood before Ragnar."My Lord," the doctor began, bowing slightly. He had not even noticed that a doctor had escorted Lilith in. "I've conducted a thorough examination, and Lilith is in her prime childbearing years, twenty-one years old. She has successfully passed all the fertility tests and is deemed fit for the task.""Very well," he declared, his voice resonating through the throne room. Ragnar turned to a guard stationed at his side and gestured for him to approach. He stepped closer and bowed."Take Lady Lilith to her quarters. Ensure she is provided with a suite befitting her stature in the man
Ragnar casually picked up a towel, draping it around his waist with a nonchalant ease. The smirk on his face didn't waver as Astrid hastily averted her gaze, a flush of embarrassment still coloring her cheeks."I apologize I didn't mean to intrude," she stammered, her tone carrying an unexpected humility that surprised even herself.Ragnar chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to reverberate through the room. "You were late and I had to prepare my bath myself." he said. "Be prompt next time, or I might double up on your duties. Never be late again."Astrid's jaw clenched, irritation replacing embarrassment and whatever momentary butterflies that were in her stomach. She gathered her materials in a swift motion, refusing to dignify his comment with a response. Without sparing him another glance, she exited the room, the heavy door closing behind her with a definitive thud.Once safely outside, the cool air of the corridor helped quell the lingering heat on her cheeks. Astrid