Semua Bab The Rogue King's Cursed Mate : Bab 61 - Bab 66

˙❥ “No!” Tight sob hung in my throat as the wolf tugged my clothes harder. “Valkyrie!” I jolted at the mention of my name. Sweat clung to my body, my breath was ragged and my eyes pricked with tears. Panic clawed at my chest. Azira stared frantically, her eyes were misty, and her breathing was sharp. “Water.” I rasped, bringing my hand to my throat. She brought a cup of water to my lips. The dream. That same black, scary, big wolf came again. But this time, it was different. It felt like the fragments of the dream were starting to merge into one. My palm gripped the sides of my head. The Black wolf had dragged my clothes and pushed me to go back to the pack. I remembered screaming. Yes! I remember now. My chest rose and fell with heavy, low sobs. “Val?” I felt Azira's soft palm on my back. “They killed him!” That was all I could say. They killed my father. I remember now how I begged and the wolf snarled, pushed me farther into the Pack boundary until I could fight n

˙❥ 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

˙❥ 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