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My cries echoed off the wooden beams, mixing with the crackle of the fire and the low, approving growls of my conquerors. Hours later, as the fire burned low and cast a soft, intimate glow, they held me nestled between their powerful bodies on the furs. Ragnar’s broad chest served as my pillow, Thorsten’s arm draped possessively over my waist, and Bjorn’s fingers traced lazy patterns along my spine. In these quieter moments, stories flowed freely. They spoke of legendary raids, the favor of the gods, and the loneliness of leadership in their harsh northern world. I shared tales of my Saxon home, the strength of the women who defended it, and the grief of losing my father in battle.

At his unexpectedly detailed explanation, Silje said to him, “You surprise me, Kail. I wouldn’t have expected you to know things like that.” He chuckled and replied, “Most people think Vikings are cruel predators with no culture, but that is not true. I read a book which stated that Vikings used to have their own legal courts. Isn’t it funny to know that the Vikings actually used a democratic concept? Of course, I don’t think you would like the Vikings because I am very much like them, right? Silje, do you still think the Vikings were just vicious pirates?” When Kail gave her an odd smile, Silje remembered that he took a literature class.

I would do anything to get the revenge for my friend and her mate. – After we left the hospital and went to the unharmed packhouse, we packed our things and drove towards the Nordic Pack. We pulled up to villa-like home with small bungalows on either side. The villa sat in front of a beautiful ocean view where large ships were anchored in the distance. Everything around me looked like it had been hand crafted. It’s raw materials and natural textures reminded me of how the vikings lived. A stark contrast to the gothic victorian house that I now called home.

He huffed and put his fork down, but he had half a smile on his face, so I knew he was not that angry or frustrated. “I can tell you this: The barbarians think you are their lost girl pup. Their pack was blessed with a girl child about 23 years ago. The human woman was mated to the pack´s beta. There were even rumors of her being an Alpha Maiden. A unique creature that only appears in folklores and old tails. But when the little girl was around three years old, she and her mother disappeared. That is also why and how the war between the two packs. The barbarians believed the Vikings helped her back to the human world; the Viking pack thought they made all this up so that they could attack an

IT HAS BEEN a week since the Vikings went on the raid that King Ragnar had told Sophie about and nothing much happened ever since. She heard that they were planning on raiding Paris whom a priest from Wessex had told King Ragnar about. She had never got the chance to meet that famous priest she had been hearing about yet, and she hoped she would once they were back if they ever made it back as she knew how strong the Franks were from the few months she had spent there with them.

I turn my attention to my brothers and see the murderous look on Kai’s face when he approaches Vanya. “Hello, Vanya; long time no see,” he says and tries to wriggle out of Nikolai’s grasp, but my brother has gotten stronger than her. Then she says four words that cause Kai to snap. “Please, I’ve done nothing!” Nikolai steps back quickly and Kai takes his place; he grabs Vanya by the neck and slams her back even harder. “Nothing? NOTHING?!” he roars. “You had Viktor murdered like a stray in an alleyway, Caterina almost DIED because of your meddling and Nikolai was tortured for MONTHS on end. Don’t you fucking give me that ‘I’ve done nothing’ bullshit!”

Don had placed a paperweight on the page—a small stone from the beach in Portugal, the one they had brought back as a souvenir, the one that lived on Don's desk and held down maps and papers that needed holding. Don had three books by the end of the week. Ernest knew this because of the deliveries—the familiar pattern of the arrival of the programme. The books came in the post, in padded envelopes and small boxes, and Don would open each one with the specific quality of someone who was building a foundation. The books were different from the Greece books in subject and quality: one was about the Norse relationship to winter and darkness, a cultural history of how the people of the far north

By the time he’d greeted them all, Wolf, Scars and Ice had joined the group, wearing matching grim expressions. Viking exchanged looks with the three of them, loaded and meaningful looks. After all, he’d hauled ass out to Utah with a dead body on the say-so of the motorcycle club’s President, Wolf Connor, and with the full knowledge of the Vice-President, Scars Innis. And of course, Ice Johansson had been there at Jolene’s house in his role as ex-Enforcer and -Cleaner (well, ex until two nights ago), handling the god-awful mess left all over Jo’s bedroom floor, walls and ceiling. Although everyone in the MC knew that Jo’s ex-husband had shown up and hurt her, and they also knew that Jo had k

LYRA VALERIA. Alpha Viking came as my guardian angel and saved me from the pains and torments of this world. The day he gave me his hands to take, I had no idea how much of a change taking his hand that day would bring to me. After his men chased me down and accused me of stealing their food, Alpha Viking, the Alpha of a thriving and fearful pack known as the Viking pack stepped forward and saw through me. And saved me. Viking was an old man, with graying hair. He took me in and I don't know what he saw in me that day but he believed in me.

I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to keep quiet this time. "That charm faded as she grew though. Over the years many people have feared her, as your friends Ashford and Castile do. Even Vikings have cowered when she's poised for attack." I knew what he was doing. He was trying to lure me in with stories about his past. And worse—it was working. "So that was true, huh? You've fought alongside Vikings?" "A little," he brushed some strands of hair back towards his low ponytail. "Mostly inhabited alongside them. In Kievan Rus. Novgorod was one of the first places to integrate clans with our people. Some days we lived peacefully together, other days we fought alongside one another."