LOGIN“We could go in from the Bone-gate in the north.” Raymond walked to me, his hand holding a crisp map. He slammed it on the table, his gaze sharp, running across the lines of the map. “And then trap them from the outskirts of the forest.” His fingers pointed to a red dot on the map. “All that isn't necessary,” I said, twirling the dagger. My fingers ran across it, feeling the sharp, cold, glittering edge. “Why don't we do as we have always done?” I raised my brows, staring into Raymond's static gaze. “You can't be serious," he blurted. “These people have strong men, members, and warriors, the quantity of bees in a hive. You think we can just run into the pack?” “Yes.” I stood, tossing the map aside. “We have waited, practiced, sweated, and prayed. With all that, why should I go into war in cowardice?” “That's not cowardice, Zeph. That's strategy.” I laughed—low, rumbling, and chilling. “What is cowardice, Ray? It's when you have them trapped under your feet, but you still want
˙❥ I watched as they laid his body on the stretcher. Werewolves surround him. Their eyes were filled with crocodile tears and their faces with fake pity. My mother had her hand clutching the foot of the board, her voice loud and heavy with pain. I couldn't look for long. Neither could I hold in the guilt that engulfed me like a wet, thick blanket. The pack members had looked at me with disgust and silent blame. While some didn't even try to hide it. “She killed her father. But I just can't prove it yet.” “Maybe the curse is finally activating." “Don't listen to them.” I felt Jayden's palm on the small of my back. He has been my friend since we were little. Taking me to places I never could have as an Omega. As the Alpha's Son, I felt safe around him, and so I leaned into his open arm, finally bold enough to stare at the still, lifeless body of my father. His face is placid—devoid of emotion—of the very smile he had tried to keep, even though I know they aren't real sometimes
˙❥ VALKYRIE My hand flew forward. The sound of the metal slicing through the air made my chest swell. My grip around the spear is stronger now. Faster. Quicker. My lips lifted in a small, fulfilling grin when Skye clapped. I threw one last strike to the imaginary opponent. I could hear their painful yells and agonized cries. “It feels so good to dabble with metals," I chuckled, dropping the spear beside Azira, who just watched me with silent admiration. "And even better if you win." “It feels so surreal,” Azira added. “So that was how Ryker felt when he held the head of The Rogue King.” My voice lowered. “I heard the guards have been reshuffled and some have been positioned in the deeper part of the woods.” I nudged my head towards Skye. He draped a hand around Azira, dragging her body to rest in his arms. “We were told the Rogue attack is more fierce than it seems. Their leader happens to be Scarface.” “Scarface?” Azira muttered, her voice a mixture of shock and fear. She pull
★ RYKER “It's all your fault!” Noura slammed my chest the moment I stepped into the room. Snot filled her nose, mixing with tears as they slid down her face. I thought we were past this. Past the chaos and the blaming until that day. That day I had slipped out of the field after Valkyrie. “I know what Alphas do when they buy slaves., and I know you're doing the same,” she had whispered that night. Silence drummed loudly between us with just the sound of our slow, steady breathing. Only that mine was not really steady. I wanted to deny it. To say she was wrong, but I didn't. I couldn't. Not when my body was still humming from the taste of Valkyrie's wet c*nt. Not when I could still hear the sound of Valkyrie's heavy moan. My chest swelled from the way her legs buckled beneath me. The way I made her scream my name like it was a saving line. My mate was in heat. I wasn't supposed to be here, taking Noura's tantrums. I was supposed to be with her. But I couldn't tell Noura all th
˙❥ My scalp throbbed with heat, the pain shooting through my neck to my spine. “Please, I pro—I promise!” My palm gripped her wrist. But not too tight to rip it off my hair, and just enough to rile her more. “How about I reduce your curse and just rip these hairs out?!” Noura said, her face twisted in anger. Her nose brushed my neck and I could feel the hot breath escaping from her nose. “Don't let me say more than this, Valkyrie.” My name drooled out of her lips like a threat—cold, thick, and heavy. She pushed me so hard I felt the walls shake at the impact. “You should have left the Pack when I gave you the chance. Now see, who's coming to save you?” She turned around triumphantly, smiling. “Nobody.” I glanced to the right. Ryker stood with that same casual, simple expression. His hand is folded, and his eyes are blank. No guilt or any ounce of concern. “I am sorry.” My lips quivered. “What are you sorry for?” She voiced sharply. “Sorry for not fighting Ryker even if my bod
˙❥ “I can be kind, soft, and caring. But what I can't be is pretending that I like you.” Noura circled me like I was set to be sacrificed. Her eyes are not leaving mine. Ryker sat at the head of the table in the middle of the room, his face straight while a glass of wine twirled between his fingers. “You weren't in the field yesterday, why?” Shock smeared my face as my eyes lifted to meet Ryker's gaze. His lips set into a thin line before turning to the side. “Speak!” Azira yelled. My body shook, fear slithering through me like smoke. “I was sick,” I muttered. “Please…” “Sick? And you expect me to believe that lame lie.” I wasn't lying, I wanted to say but I swallowed the words. It's like pouring water on a rock. It wouldn't matter. The one person who could have helped or spoken better for me was pretending to be unaware. “You will clean the four toilets of this building. Let them sparkle clean like new.” I raised my head to see a small smirk on her lips. And Ryker, he did





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