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Thorn added. “I needed the dragon king to see what his wife was doing to mine!” Olcan shouted angrily, “But I should’ve known he was weaker than rumored. He only argued with Tora, then ran off to his little whore and drank wine. But it was better that way, more effective... since I did it myself.” “What exactly on earth were they doing in the dungeon?” Ben had to ask. Olcan’s eyes gleamed as he looked him. Thorn tossed the diary to Ben and said, “Tora was only doing her a favor. A favor that Luna wanted more than anything.”

Children's voices answered them from the deep darkness of the well. Ragnar and Lathgertha then began to search for a way to bring the children up from this gaping hole. While they were busy looking everywhere for tools or items that could help, Ragnar continuing to ask questions, learned from Lathgertha that she had been in Jötunheimar for almost twelve moons already. She had traveled with two of her sisters and a convoy of merchants riding horses who had all served as game for the giants after they unknowingly passed through one of Loki's portals.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

I clear my throat, my voice embarrassingly small as I call out. "It is Catriona Hugh, daughter of Alpha Hugh. I will perform my Ulfara rite." I infuse my voice with every bit of confidence and swagger into the clearing like I imagine Hela would. They exchange a glance and my heart thumps and I'm afraid they'll see me for the impostor that I am.

Beside him was Nora. She was the daughter of a once-powerful pack leader who had been crushed under Ragnarok. Ragnarok had brought the pack under the North. She had enough reason to want revenge. On the other side of the table stood Marek Hugh. He was a younger wolf whose reputation was rebellion. And then, there was Sylas, an unpredictable wild card. He was fiercely loyal to those he deemed worthy. “Astra,” Thorne greeted. “We were surprised by your message. You've been missing.”

“I was an Omega. The weakest in my pack. “You were never an Omega,” Kael said, “Your old pack was blind. They suffocated you with their regulations and their social structure. Your real nature could not breathe in that land. The rejection was the key that unlocked you,” Kael said. He nodded at the spot on my leg. It was almost as if I could sense a warm glow springing from it. "This sign on your leg, it is more than simply a claim. It is a catalyst. And it shall serve to increase your power. Power for you and your child."

“Ran to that Omega. Let him raise my daughter. Hid her like she was a curse. I did not even know that I was going to have a daughter. She chose to hide her pregnancy, chose to play with potions to hide them.” “She didn’t want Delilah to be you,” he said. “That is why she changed her name. She chose to hide. She chose to be with an Omega to keep herself low.” “She didn’t want me to have Delilah,” I corrected. “She tried to erase me from that child’s life. I had to find her. Had to bring her back. Had to rename her. Tatia’s daughter died in the records. Delilah was born from the ashes. Just as Marissa burned in these ashes. She could have let them burn. I would have saved her. She would have s

I know he is trying to give me some advice for my own good but I am really mad at him. “Really, Jerold? Now that nobody is around, you’ll talk to me? We’ve been together for 2 years now and you don’t want to call me your girlfriend-“ “This is why I hate your friend, Zara, she puts all this nonsense in your head, everything was perfect and then she meets you and gaslights you.”

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.

“Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?” “Yeah.” She laughed too, “Margarette, you’re sensing the wrong vibrations. I’m just curious. Who is that woman Finrod’s with?” “You don’t know her?” Caeruleus was surprised. “She’s Queen Aera, the Queen of the elves and the sister of Prince Finrod.” She flustered. Why didn’t she see the resemblance? Now when she looked at them, she realized they had remarkably similar faces. “Come. Let’s pay our respects.” Margarette pulled them both.