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GEMMA I furrowed my brows. Right now, it was from one problem to the other. We still needed time to recover from the fight with the Obsidian Wolves and now, this? Who the hell was even Ragnarok? That was the first important question. George left the office, leaving me and Nate alone. "Who exactly is this Ragnarok? And why does he have such a weird name?" I asked. He sighed. "Ragnarok is a barbarian. For centuries, after his pack broke out from our kingdom, they have lived on the outskirts, having no alliances with anyone. They're strong enough on their own." He explained.

“What do we know about Sorava and her new army?@ Ragnar stepped forward pointing at distinct areas on the map we had spread out on the boardroom table. “well we know that she is camping out at the northern reach, which is close to the moon Crimson pack. I am in close contact with their alpha and he is very petrified of her. he said that the men that he sends to spy on her never return, but we know where she is. However, the number of men she has and what exactly she's planning is still unknown to us.” My eyes rolled as I paced the room. “Fucking hell. we should have just killed this damn woman when we had the chance.” Ragnar chuckled beneath his breath. “I can't believe we both fell for her.

The moon goddess had disguised herself as a human and went by the name Alora. One day, Ragnarok was roaming the central forest as usual when his sensitive ears picked up the sound of distant voices. As he followed the sound, the voice became clearer to his ears. From the conversation he overheard he knew that a girl was being held against her will. He wanted to turn back and mind his business but an unexplained force couldn't let him. He was mesmerised by Alora’s striking beauty. He loved the way her snow-white hair fell from her high ponytail and bounced elegantly on her shoulders. He admired the long loose curls of hair that softened her quiet and delicate oval face.

He didn't know what he was up against, but he was sure he would find something and even kill the nasty Strybjorn for a deal! He looked around and tried to make eye contact with the others. There was only one person who smiled at him. Everyone else seemed lost in reality. Ragnar was not surprised. I had a lot to think about. He's been in the news so much it's hard to believe he's only been here a day. In the evening he was interrogated by Ranek. All the information he had given to the Wolf Priest's question was moved to a large leather room in the hall. He was then subjected to a physical examination, which Ranek called the Iron Priest. When things don't go well, Ragnar almost flies into a ra

Leo rasped through nervousness. "Even after knowing that she had feelings for me, you tried to separate us? Me from my Sasha?" Ragnar asked in a low growl. He wouldn't go back or further from 'You tried to separate us.' "First I'll kill you and then I will kill you." He said, his glare bouncing between Leo and Rayla before he continued. "Then I will make up a story that you guys killed each other and she will trust me. She has to." Ragnar said and raised his ancient-looking sword towards Leo.

Tamara had deciphered that much, that the part of the rock was designed to crumble. She had looked up this Surt and figured Norse mythology was the best way to go. He was one of those that were to start the end of the world. After Ragnarok, which what she was seeing made sense in the dreams now, the sea serpent and the woman with the dead. They were all figures in the mythology of Ragnarok, especially the wolf. Him breaking free of his chains would start the end. He would kill Odin and several other gods before dying himself.

He scrubbed as if trying to scrape the remnants of the mania from his very soul. As he stepped out, clean and stinging, he poured himself a glass of wine. He mulled over the strange feeling that had finally broken the uncontrolled, bloodthirsty rage that plagued him. Another unexpected thing had happened, too: for the first time in ages, he had sensed his inner beast, the Fenrir. It had been silent for so long, yet moments ago, it had commanded him, with startling clarity, to find something. He rubbed his temple and walked out in only a bathrobe. Albert stood right outside the main cabin, clearly waiting. Alaric resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“Fine, but if I remember and I’m dead. I will hunt you down and I will haunt you. If I’m alive and we aren’t in a relationship, I’ll hunt you down, and then it will be your turn to haunt me.” “Fine. If this conversation will end. I will accept your terms, love. But we won’t die if I have a say in anything.” “You just got past saying that you can’t change anything. Please make up your mind. Do you have a say in this or not? I can’t believe I’m listening to this.” Ragnar dislikes arguing or needing to deal with his mate. If something happened and her questions were annoying because he didn’t have any explanations for them. Ragnar couldn’t locate the answers if he wanted to or show her how the

I broke free of Jarnja's arms as the summer heat of the yellow rose intensified, my breaths coming hot and heavy at the touch of her lips. The cockerel of Ragnarok, my fetch Gullinkambi, crowed to herald Sunna's bright apex in the sky as noon settled its dry bones across the mountain kingdom of Utgardr.

All I wanted and ached for was to hear Kira moan out my name the way she moaned Dante's name— and just like that, I felt my dick harden again. 'I'm no seer, but I can see the future and I fear it's not bright' Ragnar sighed out his voice low in my head yet I could sense the mockery as well as disdain latched onto it. 'Meaning what Ragnar?, if you wanna say something just say it... my mind is...' I grunted, trying to keep my thoughts in check. 'Satisfaction will be far from us, I presume' Ragnar calmly spoke. And as if Mira was eavesdropping on our conversation, she stirred and slowly placed her hand on my bulge making her eyes widen in surprise but before she could tilt her head towards me,