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"Oh, come on, I'll be your best friend." Letting out a sigh, "Yes, it was good." "Ahh! I knew it. You have the glow that says, 'I just got laid.'" "You're so weird, Rach." "I prefer unique, and besides, that's why you love me." We both start laughing. "So, are you going to tell me what happen last night? You ditched me." I tell Rachel about Dr. Wells, my mother, Andrea, and the wolf. "Damn, it sounds like you had a day."

Only Romeo sat in his chair, elbows on the table, eyes fixed ahead. “Are the counselors back from Kiev?” I asked, but he did not move, just kept staring forward. “What, are we married now? You giving me the silent treatment?” Still nothing. Then, quietly: “How long has Ragnar been back, Alpha?” I exhaled through my nose. “A few days.” I could almost hear the crackle of thoughts firing in his head, feel the heat rising off him as the truth pieced itself together. Finally, he spoke. “Ragnar and Sorvane chose the same human.”

"I'll take care of everything, alpha." The call ends. Ragnar is pleased with what he has just achieved. Many of the potential investors that Jarl had fled thanks to his advice and the very bad reputation he has just gained with all these images. No one wants anything to do with him, and that is simply wonderful for his plans. He has him tied by the hands, although he doesn't know it yet. "My love?" Katrina's voice from the other side of the door startles Ragnar. He closes the screen of his notebook and stores all the documents in his locked drawer before getting up. "Did you lock the door?"

And each rune lighted up one after the other after the drop of the teardrop had passed on it. As he stared in astonishment at the spectacle with a frown, an elderly woman's voice snapped him out of his reverie. — What are you doing on these lands, my boy? Have you lost your way? Ragnar turned back to where the voice astonished him was coming from. He couldn't respond instantly, still being captivated by the spectacle of the teardrop. He turned his head just for the time of a wink and as soon as he realized she was just an old lady, his eyes instinctively returned to the runes he traced, but they had disappeared as if by magic. Ragnar stood up and hurriedly walked over to meet the old lady.

That voice. Low, rich, and cold enough to slice flesh. She turned, slowly, knowing what she’d see before she even saw it. There, standing atop a rock, silhouetted against the moon like the harbinger of death, was him. Ragnar. His obsidian armor glinted faintly, wet from the rain, blood smeared on one of his gloves. His eyes glowed golden, a dangerous, hungry light that pierced right through her. He looked like a beast risen from hell.

Beatrice asked me and I simply nodded at her, not in the mood to strike up a conversation. “I'm Ragnar, Luna” he responded. “Do you mind calling me by my name?” I asked him. He looked at me dead in the eyes, without blinking, “I'll do no such thing,” he said without preamble. He's as stubborn as they come but also loyal. Ragnar stood to his full height, nodded at Rio, who also stood up, “Elder Lucius and Beatrice, please look after those that are here, I will take a walk with the Luna and Rio to discuss some things,” Ragnar said addressing the elder that sat there very quietly, he simply nodded his head without saying anything.

All of them said, sitting up straight. “Ragnar……..” A Luna said, and people stopped talking. There were multiple growls, anger as his name came out. “He has been isolated for years, Luna. Refusing to come out after the war, after King Kade’s father killed his father.” Alpha Jude said. Reminding of that time. “And why is he going for the rogues? Is that even possible?” Alpha Atlas asked, stabbing his hand on the large table. “What else can Ragnar work with? His pack was all gone, the entire Kingdom evaporated. And now who does he have left? No one except for the rogues.” Another Luna explained, furious.

The last thing I needed was to end up like the slave he’d thrown through a glass window earlier, just because they’d displeased him. “Anyway, let’s change the subject,” he said suddenly. “Do you know my name yet?” “Yes. I believe… you’re Ragnar,” I replied formally, forcing myself to stay composed even though every instinct in me was screaming to keep my distance. He laughed. “You’re right. I thought for a moment you didn’t know who I was. I’m the third among my half brothers… I’m an Alpha too, since I’m a son of the Alpha Lord, the old man Rodolfo. He was quite famous especially to women which is why he had four different mates. I guess I inherited that trait from him… because I’ve had seve

his Lycan, Kai, growled at Ragnar. A dark grin tugged at our lips as Ragnar slowly licked the blood from them. "Long time no see… Kaiii," Ragnar said coldly and slowly, and Kai nodded in recognition. Before Ragnar could say more, Dante's smile widened—and then he rushed at us with the speed of light. Ragnar braced himself for impact and defense. "Fight back," I muttered with irritation. "I can’t," Ragnar breathed, his voice strained like he was struggling. "He… he… he isn’t letting me.”

Andrew did not answer but asked back, "Which werewolf progenitor are you?" Ragnar smiled grimly. "The Third Progenitor, Lord Ragnar Marrock. Now that you know my esteemed name, get on your knees and let me drain your brain and rip out your spine. Don't worry. I won't tear you apart directly. I'll transform you into one of my servants, making you an undead for eternity to serve me!" Andrew replied flatly, "You talk too much, you monster! I think you should follow Fenrir and meet your end!"