Valeria Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I should probably introduce myself properly. I’m Valeria Castillo. Vicente’s daughter. Killian’s cousin.” “I remember,” I said quietly. She smiled slightly. “I’m not like the rest of them. I don’t think you’re some scheming spy sent to destroy the pack.” “Thank you,” I said, surprised by the warmth in her voice. “Don’t thank me yet,” Valeria said with a wry smile. “I’m just honest. And honestly? You’ve got guts. Running away from your mating ceremony, standing up to Killian’s father, surviving poison. Most people would have crumbled by now.”

she explains, as if it makes perfect sense. I look at her in confusion. I'm studying her face like it will somehow reveal the inner workings of her mind, but I know it's futile. Valentina can see my struggle. She smiles at me in an indulgent way, like a parent would at a child, then explains, "Cass loves you. There is nothing I can do to make him choose me over you. However, you can make him do anything. You're going to convince him that I should be his wife. That, with my connections and understanding of his world, I would be a better match for him. You'll tell him that we've come to an agreement, and he can have both of us. Hell, I won't even touch him. You can have his kids. I'll take a c

I murmured, already moving toward the cell he'd indicated. Valeria sat on the narrow bench that passed for a bed, her back against the concrete wall, her knees pulled up to her chest. She was still wearing the clothes she'd been arrested in, a cute dress that looked out of place in this harsh environment. Her hair was disheveled, mascara smudged under her eyes from crying. She didn't belong here. The contrast between her beauty, her grace, everything she was, and this filthy place meant for criminals was as clear as day.

Valeria whispered, Karan released one hand, retrieving the box from his nightstand and handed it over to her. With gentle care, Valeria cleaned and dressed Karan's wounds. He winced slightly as she applied the ointment. "Hold still," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. A few more hours crept by, and Valeria slipped back into her room, the darkness swallowing her whole. She approached the bed, finding Valtor still lost in a deep slumber, oblivious to her absence. Relief and guilt wrestled within her. She felt a pang of shame for seeking solace in Karan's arms, yet couldn't shake the feeling that she'd found a haven with him.

When we reached the penthouse level, the doors were open. Valeria waited in the center of the luxurious suite, surrounded by ten armed men. She was beautiful in a terrifying way — tall, elegant, with cold eyes that reminded me too much of Sophia. “Isabella,” she said, smiling. “You brought the wounded Reaper. How romantic.” Damien stepped forward, ignoring the pain. “This ends tonight, Valeria. Walk away or die.” She laughed. “Brave words for a man who can barely stand. My father trained me better than all of you. I was his favorite. The one he trusted with everything.”

I admit I am curious. “Mark me. You’ll see it if you mark me,” Valerie breathes, her fingers unconsciously run up and down my pecks, rubbing her sore, aching breast against me to ease the demand of the heat. Just the thought of marking her, and my teeth elongated – her eyes darken at the sight of them. I didn’t expect her to suggest the idea. She still fights our bond, but it isn’t as fierce as before. I wonder what changed - her near-death experience?

*There’s no help for that brother of mine. A high-pitched squeal erupted from the back of the hall. Valeria came barreling toward us, arm in arm with her best friend. “Oh my Goddess, you guys are mated *and* marked!” she screamed. I sighed. “Valeria, could you get any louder?” “Yes, I can!” She darted around to Elena’s side. “Let me see! Oh my God, your mark is gorgeous. It looks so similar to Mom and Dad’s!” “Really?” I asked.

Her gaze sweeping over me, settling at the tattoo in my left pectoral, a wolf and a crown on top, the Alpha symbol. She had seen me shirtless numerous times, but she had always been too shy to stare. "It's beautiful." She whispered, as she rose on her knees, and began to trace my tattoo with her fingers. I shivered slightly under her touch. "Valerie, I think you are supposed to be doing something else." I said, clutching her hand. "You will have more time to do that." "Oh." She then lowered her gaze to tent that had formed in my pants, and to my delight, she said; "I want to touch it."

"Under what name?" I understood what he was asking. Was I still Lina Vale, the woman with no past, or Elena Valenti, the daughter who had walked away? I tightened my fingers around the mug. "Elena Valenti."

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL VIOLENCE, RAPE, ASSAULT, MURDER, TRAUMA, STRONG LANGUAGE, AND REVENGE THEMES. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. VALERIA As a little girl, I dreamed big—actress, a pop star, designer maybe or a model... basically anything that would slap my face on Vogue and of course lots of paparazzi attention. Well, here I am... margarita in one hand, phone in the other, scrolling—when I see a picture of me and Dante on the Daily Mail. My lips curl at the headline; Blue Cyber CEO spotted with new lover. New lover, alright.