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(Adventurer Association Chairwoman Claire Valkary) Claire Valkary is a well known Platinum Rank Adventurer through out the Continent, Started as once a Principality of Light, Crusade Knight that were betrayed by her nation after her meteoric rise threaten one of the old knight, her family were killed and since then she wandered through the Continent by herself and raise as a Platinum Rank Adventurer on her own. 1 year ago she become and Aeternum citizen and since then only working in Aeternum, when the Adventurer Guild fall, she were then recruited to become the Adventurer Association chairwoman of which she agreed, and since then she has been dedicated to her duty.

I will tear that Tasha into pieces if she ever touches our mate' that voice hissed again. 'Mate? But he is my mate. Who are you?' Valerie asked in her head. 'Hello, Valerie, I am Laila. I am your dragon ' the voice introduced itself. Valerie is astonished. The priest in the Ernest palace and her parents already told her that someone suppressed her dragon and their priest would try to bring her dragon back. But none of them were sure that they can recover her dragon. But Valerie always longed for a dragon. She used to feel like an outcast when everyone around can shift at a whim and she used to just stand there and admire their dragons.

He showed no intention of getting it. When he saw me propping up on my elbows and stretching my body across his to get the device, he groaned, “Let it ring, Raina.” Ignoring him, I snatched it and answered it. “Hi Valiant, what’s up?” “Oh God,” Valen utter a plaintive groan, turning on his side. “Oh, hey Luna,” Valiant answered brightly. “How’s your morning?” “Call me, Raina. We’re practically family,” I replied, “And my morning is great.”

Aletha pack has helped its best friend, moon-glow, to grow in strength and territory by joining force with them and helping them win their battles. Kai and his family are coming to pay a visit to the Aletha as that is what the packs do when it’s the heir’s birthday, Valerie and Kai shares the same birth date. Valerie has always hated Kai’s gut and it went both ways as he was jealous of how strong, intelligent and beautiful she was, he had once vowed to mark her and take her for himself but Valerie who wasn’t having it had humiliated him. “Happy birthday.” Kai said huskily as he handed Valerie the present he’d gotten for her.

Oh, wait, I know who—this red-haired bitch over here would. I could taste iron at every corner of my mouth, my back aching from the slightest movement but I swallowed hard on the pain. “You…” she said, pointing at me while trying to catch her breath. " You're Mia, right? The daughter of Ray Valisteen, AKA the Valisteen Princess?” “Who's asking?" I said, trying to keep my voice struggling to sound calm and mocking but cracked a little while biting back the pain.

The ache in her chest remained, but Ulva’s presence, steady and unwavering, was a small comfort in the storm of uncertainty. "As for Valen, he's nothing to the shadowclaw. He will regret ever stepping his feet on the shadowclaw territory and bringing down chaos in here"

Avery’s POV We began our journey later that afternoon. Kane led us to his private plane, and I was taken aback. I didn't expect our destination to be so far as to require a plane, but Kane explained that Lord Gregory lived in a town called Valoria, which was in the southern part of the north. The north was split into several regions with their own lords. These regions were previously packs that Kane conquered and claimed under his rule. And these people called lords were their former Alphas.

“I don’t care how hard it is. I want Elias back. I want Bain’s house burned.” Her father exhaled slowly. “You abandoned that boy. Killed his father. And now you want to use him as a weapon? You disgust me.” “I’ll do what I want,” Valeria hissed. “And you’ll help me. You owe me that much.” But what Valeria didn’t know—what none of them did—was that every village, every hunter, every shepherd, and every wolf-whisperer across the Pyrenees was loyal to Vulture. The moment any stranger so much as coughed, it was whispered across mountaintops.

Kelly sat on the sofa behind the glass table, his expression unreadable. My mother spoke first. “Alpha Kelly,” she began. “This issue with that jungle girl cannot continue. She isn’t fit to be by your side. She is a nobody from the jungle. You have responsibilities. Send her back.” I stared at Kelly, praying he would agree. But when he spoke, I knew he wouldn’t. “I am not sending Valera back,” he said firmly. “She is carrying my child. My child deserves to grow up in comfort, not in the wild jungle.”

His face was drawn tight, mouth pressed into that familiar thin line that only appeared when something inside him cracked. He didn’t speak right away. Just placed a clear file folder on the table beside her. "We found her," he said. Aria didn’t move. "Who?" "Valentina. One of the Ash Blades." She blinked slowly. Then turned. Valentina was one of the originals. Recruited from Cairo. Trained in the Iceland vaults. Cold-blooded, loyal, fluent in six languages and every dialect of death. Aria opened the folder. Inside: surveillance shots. Infrared timelines. Lab reports. Biometric handprint logs. And one damning thing—