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"She referred to material I've never seen before." The book. Riley took another swallow of his drink. He knew all about the book the Volkas guarded so closely. Once they'd shared their secret with him, Mike had shown him Legends of the Wolf, the volume that held all the secrets to his ancestry. Not many people knew of its existence or would have had their interest piqued by it. To them, it would be just another reference volume.

Hearing a stranger acknowledge her erotic work so bluntly made her stomach twist. Damon walked over to the glass coffee table and picked up a thick folder. “Here is my offer. One month. You live here. I have complete control over your schedule, your writing hours, and your… research. In return, I will pay off every single debt your publishing company left you with. All of them. Additionally, you will receive two hundred and fifty thousand dollars per month as allowance. Paid in advance.” Ara’s mouth fell open. Two hundred and fifty thousand? A month? That was more than she ever earned from writing.

"You really are clueless, aren't you?" I growled, my anger rising. "What's so funny, Helios?" "Valerie isn't going anywhere," Helios said, his laughter dying down. "She's not leaving me. And neither am I leaving her." I snarled, my teeth bared. “You took her for yourself," I said, my voice low and deadly. Helios just laughed again, the sound echoing off the walls. "In a pack, overtaking is allowed," he said, his eyes glinting with challenge. "And I'm the alpha here. Valerie is mine now."

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-------- TO: Mackenzie Marshal FROM: Vincent Valiant I need those Wienhowser copies on my desk in ten. Vincent Valiant CEO of Valiant Industries … My fingers drum lightly on the keys, getting ready to reply, but I'd rather see his face as I drop the stack in front of him. I grab the copies from the corner of my desk, which have been sitting there all morning—I've had the copies done since Wednesday afternoon—and then without looking back cup them in my arm and storm into his office without knocking.

Alice pressed again, seemingly looking for the answer she wanted. Greg looked hesitant. "After that...we have to accept Vlad's anger, of course." "You haven't thought that far," Alice replied while nodding. "Is that why you need me? To fight Vlad?" "Well...if you want to help, I would be very grateful. But actually, we want to ask for your help regarding Valkyrie information. We need information about the birth of a new Valkyrie," Greg explained. "I can't tell you," Alice automatically replied. "Everything related to Valkyrie is a secret that we must keep."

The movement was hypnotic, almost sensual, the faint rasp of scales on stone like silk dragged across skin. “Fremilde,” Valia breathed, recognition hardening into revulsion. The creature smiled slowly in amusement “So the wolves of Tungsten have come crawling into my waters at last,” she murmured. Her venomous voice a melody of contradictions, a lullaby and a threat. “How flattering. Let me have you know, I predicted this.” “You filthy imposter,” Valia drawled. “ I heard of the stories but I can't still believe it. 'An ungrateful wench sitting on the throne of her master'."

On the plus side, it was far too late in the day for us to be heading back to Valkyrie HQ, so I’d be spending the night in his arms, which sometimes, is all you need as a stress relief. Sighing, I kicked my feet up, pulling out my phone and calling Ironclad, the current president of the Gearless Knights. I don’t have the best working relationship with the Gearless Knights, so I knew this was going to be interesting, to put it politely. Ironclad: Duchess, that’s not a name I see pop up on my phone often. What’s happening in the world of the Valkyrie? The Duchess: Ironclad, good to speak with you. I don’t know if it’s gotten to you through the grapevine yet, but I recently took over and integr

She better get used to it—with Kaia, Zoe, Summer, and Zoe’s warriors, the she-wolf energy in this group could power a nation. While Mom and Mist start sketching a strategy, Gondul turns to another Valkyrie. “Find Selene, Thor, and Hecate. We need them now. Go!” The Valkyrie doesn’t respond. She just whistles, and one of those stunning white horses bursts from the trees. She swings onto its back, kicks her heels, and is airborne—lightning cracking in her wake.