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"Tell me more about yourself." Vala quickly told him about herself and family and the village she came from, she didn't hide anything from him. She told him why she was with Daniel. "I wish I had met you earlier," Vala said. " "Vala, one thing you should know is that some roads lead into the fire, some roads lead into the sea, some roads lead into the light or darkness, some roads lead into war, some roads lead into your heart, some roads shake you, some roads take you to the start, probably it was meant to be so that we can meet this way." He told her.

Jeanne said. “Eh, Madam?” “Yes. All these tragedies have happened. But for my family, it is much worse,” the woman continued. “Why, Madam? What happened?” Alisa asked. “Our family used to live in Wallenstein. After Joy moved to Kartovik for school, I lived alone with my husband, Jean-Pierre Valderlia. He is one of the academics at the Aastland Institute of Social Sciences. He is also a public policy expert led by Mr. Sirius. With him, he often provided input and advice for the central kingdom's policies in the aspect of human relations, from the Fatir era to Calais," said Jeanne.

I can disappear, protect Liam, and stop Clara from destroying our lives. But that means… I’ll lose him again. "Zara." I look up, and Valerio is standing in front of my desk, his eyes dark, jaw tight. I fear it might hurt. "Don’t resign," he says. I close my laptop. "You can’t stop me." "I can." He steps closer. "Try me.” His voice low, laced with ice. “I will not let you walk away because of one photograph and one woman's threats."

My eyes moved fast until they stopped on one name. Valerie. For a second, the air shifted. I read it more slowly this time. Valerie Vale. My jaw tightened. The image that loaded beneath the name erased all doubt. Vale. Liora’s friend. The quiet, charming one she spoke about and trusted enough to bring back into her world. But to me, Valerie was the submissive Nikolai sent to my hotel room in Toronto. The woman who knows exactly how to turn sin into art. Pretending she didn’t know whose bed she was walking into.

Valeria apologized, a remorseful look on her face. " You should thank the heavens nothing happened to her or you'll have answered me." Alex growled, his expression darkening. I flinched at the intensity of his voice and I could see Valeria tremble. Alex had just unleashed his alpha aura and it was suffocating. " Yes, my king ." Valeria said, bowing with respect. Looking at them, I could not help but frown. I have never seen Alex treat Valeria that way. He made it seem like she had committed treason against the kingdom.

Naked. “I am Khalid Al Latif,” I said, not knowing why my voice had turned husky. I was definitely attracted to her. She blinked at me, a small smile curling at her lips as red color spread over her cheeks. Shock and surprise rippled through me the longer I stared at her. Her freckled face. Her smile. Her hair. I remembered it somehow. They seemed familiar. Even her sweet presence felt like a blanket of warmth placed over me. “It’s an honor to meet you, Prince Khalid,” she said. Hearing her say my name made me stir in my pants. “I have heard remarkable things about your paintings. I am Valeria.”

The next morning. Valeriana got up, dressed in something casual and went to the dining room. Valeriana lives in her Grandma’s house. It’s really small, with two bedrooms, with a kitchen and breakfast/dining room adjusted together. And a small living room. It’s said that her grandfather gifted this house to her grandma after saving some money. The house is old and small but many beautiful and wonderful memories have been made here. It has the warmth that makes her feel peaceful.

Beside her, Valeria appeared again. “Oh, Alpha Prince Alistair,” she said with a small smile. How on earth did she recognize me? Her eyes shifted between Elara and me, and Elara and she stared back at me. “I’ve heard a lot about you, even though you are practically invisible,” she stretched her hand towards me. I took it, shaking her slightly. Elara looked unbothered, not even staring at us, and that slightly made my stomach sink. “I’m Valeria…daughter of Alpha Valex.”

Ariel’s face went pale, her hand gripping her lipstick tightly. "Julian Vane is a lot of things," Valeria continued, her voice dropping to a dangerous, quiet calm. "But he has never belonged to anyone. Not five years ago, and definitely not to a girl who has to threaten reporters just to keep his attention. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a story to write. And trust me... you don't want to be the main character in it." Valeria walked toward the door, her white heels clicking confidently against the tile floor. She grabbed the handle, her hand perfectly steady, before she paused and looked back at the furious woman in the mirror.

The mention of Valerian's name gave the little group a small discomfort, no matter how best they tried to mask it. Valerian was one of the best and strongest werewolves alive, he is considered in some quarters as a legend. Only he could beat either Alpha Xavier and Alpha Emrys. "I see, please settle in. I had the pleasure of inviting the leaders of the different kingdoms who are part of the alliance." "Oh!" I gave them a second look and started guessing their origin from their outfit and persona. "You are all welcome."