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Valiant Williams could only remember that her life has been of chaos and utter tragedy. FLASHBACK: Valiant Williams, age 3 - Author's POV A housefire burns wildly at the old house on a hill, destroying everything in its path. Pictures and clothing and toys for a girl toddler. A little red wagon sits untouched in the dirt front yard as the firemen work to control the inferno. Valiant watches on with curly brown pigtails and tears in her deep brown eyes.

"Don’t mess with me brother! May I remind you that you are still lucky to be alive, if Val hadn’t have helped you through your shit you would’ve been dead along time ago. Don’t tempt me brother, cause this time I will not hesitate in putting a bullet though you!" Vallea slowly came round for the first time in months, years she finally found herself alone in the room that they had given her when they had taken her form the cottage in the mountains after they had tortured her, but not once had she given into them. She was so much stronger than that. She has to be to live to life for her daughter so she could be reunited with her one day. She yawned pulling herself up off the bed walking toward

“Or he has already started preparing.” Both Val and I shuddered at the thought. War meant nothing to men like them, but it affected people like us more. Val, who had been in the police department for two years, would have to clean up, answer the press, and be called a bystander for not helping the helpless, even with no actual fault. “Anyway,” her face lit up, “how does Vitale look? I couldn’t even get a picture of Adonis. Honestly, I was a little tired after Elias.”

“Aunt Val, please. It’s not what you think. I wanted this. I begged him. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.” Aunt Valerie looked devastated as she should. I don't expect her to be alright, not after all this. “You’re both going to destroy yourselves,” she said, her voice pained. “And if there really is a baby…” she trailed off. “What kind of life is that going to have?” The wind howled outside, as if agreeing with her. I felt like crap. Kane stood up, tall and imposing. “We’re surviving, and we’re going to keep surviving. You can either help us or stay out of it.” he said, and Aunt Val gasped.

The crack in his crown sealed itself, but slower this time. “You’re powerful,” he admitted. “Stronger than your mother at your age. Stronger than I expected.” He looked at Damian. “And you chose him. A wolf with no rank. That’s… unprecedented.” Damian didn’t let go of Luna’s hand. “We don’t need your approval.” “No,” Valen agreed. “But you need me to leave.” He snapped his fingers. Outside, the army stopped burning the forest. The red fire died. “I came for a bride,” Valen said. “But I’ll settle for a treaty. For now.”

We’d always done it that way, and always would. He nodded. “Do you know the oath?” “I do, boss.” “Alright then. Karma, sambuca, please. Shotgun, when you’re ready.” She poured three shots, and was ready with a lighter. Good ol’ flaming sambuca. “I, Frank ‘Shotgun’ Yates, stand here today to pledge my loyalty to the Valkyrie, my club, my crew, my family on two wheels. To my fellow Valkyries, I swear to have your back on every road and every ride.

Kael Blackclaw, the Rogue King, disguised himself as a delivery man to assassinate my mate, the Alpha of the Moonbane pack, Lucas Wolfgang. However, it was Valentine's Day that day, and Lucas was busy celebrating a romantic evening with his lover and childhood friend elsewhere. When Kael realized that he had failed in his assassination, he took my daughter, Tina Wolfgang, as hostage and forced me to drink the deadly wolfsbane potion. I tried my best to distract him with lighthearted chatting while sending Lucas an SOS signal through our mind link.

“I had already fought Kenneth and his knights. I cannot back out now. I can’t say I’m with you on this because I know you hate my existence just as much as I hate yours. But I can say with absolute certainty that I’m with Cassandra on this.” “Did you come here in San Antonio hoping to win her back? Hoping that she would choose you?” Valerian laughed, but it sounded empty. “You still don’t realize it, do you? The fact that Cassandra is here, that I chased her here, meant that she had already chosen. I could give her a comfortable and peaceful life, away from all these battles. With me, she would never have to question her worth. With me, she will be assured that she is enough, nobody will pre

“We don’t. This is the only way to protect you, Adriano, and Mama. You know that.” She groaned and threw her hands in the air. “You’re unbelievable. You always have to play the hero.” “I’m not the hero,” I said, looking at her sharply. “I’m the survivor.” Valentina was married. To a man she loved with no ties to the Mafia. Father had been mad as hell. But what that meant was that she really couldn't help me, or us. She was just as much in danger as the rest of us.

Ava stiffened, but Damien stepped forward, protective, “No. We didn’t steal anything, she was never yours to claim.” Valentina laughed bitterly, her hands spreading in mock surrender. “Never mine? I found her bleeding on a roadside, broken and abandoned. Where were you then, Roth? Drowning in your wealth? She was dying, and I gave her life. I gave her a name when she had none. Valerie is mine because I made her.” Selena flinched at the name—Valerie. It was fading already, crumbling at the edges, but Valentina’s voice wrapped around it like chains.