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Judith exclaimed. Valerie nodded. She took out yet another vial and gave it to her. “No, I can't accept it right now,” said Judith, feeling totally flabbergasted at Valerie’s gesture. “I don’t have the money,” “Oh, don’t worry,” Valerie assured her. “I will collect the money later.” Though Judith was shocked at how Valerie was giving her Niambh so easily, she pursed her lips. How could she leave this opportunity? She took the vial from Valerie greedily. “Thank you so much, Valerie!”

He wanted to feel the vibration of the approaching engine in his boots. ​The Valkyrie didn't arrive with a roar. It arrived with a hum—the sound of twin high-performance turbines muffled by state-of-the-art acoustic dampeners. It was a sleek, low-profile interceptor vessel, more of a blockade-runner than a cargo ship. This was Arthur’s insurance policy. Inside its reinforced hold were the raw, uncut gemstones and the physical bearer bonds—the liquid "exit strategy" in case the tech merger turned sour. ​"Gamma Team, status," Roman said, his voice barely a whisper over the wind.

he said while snorting and pointed his sword at Val. “No. You are Vanjoss! Can’t you remember me? It’s me, Valkyrie!” Val shouted and felt strange when she uttered her name. The name she buried along with the memories of Vanjoss. When he died protecting her, she lost herself. It’s like part of her was dead. With the help of her sisters, she slowly returns to her old self, but she has to forget all the memories with Vanjoss for her to keep on living like she promised to him. And that included her name. She didn’t let anyone call her Valkyrie, not even her sister and mother, except Vanjoss. Because she will just remember those horrible memories.

Earth had been transformed into an interstellar fortress armed to the teeth. On the top floor of Sterling Tower, Katherine secured a chest plate shimmering with dark gold and ice-blue light onto Jack’s torso. This was the "Valkyrie-Apex" combat armor. It was the flawless fusion of Earth’s highest tech, the Old Ones' divine runes, and the Remnant Fleet’s anti-entropy alloys, custom-tailored for the Planet's Alpha.

I looked at Alpha Kelly one last time. He did not even glance at me. “You can leave now,” he said quietly. I stood on trembling legs. The crowd parted slowly. Their eyes were full of pity… and disdain. I walked away. I was no longer Valera the Alpha Wolf. I was Valera the Omega. And that… was my new reality. The black pool and Alpha Kelly had destroyed me.

The Vale had been rebuilt stone by stone, memory by memory. It rose from the ashes not as it was before the battle, but as something new. Vines of dreambloom curled around crystal pillars. Light spilled from lanterns that had no flame. The air shimmered faintly with magic—old and newly born. All across the valley, packs had gathered. Not just wolves. Not just witches. But every kind—shade-born, fae-marked, moon-cursed and sun-sworn. They came not for war. Not this time. They came to witness.

Ryker huddled behind a rusted crate, clutching the flash drive as if it were his lifeline. “Keep moving!” Damien ordered. Aurora grabbed Ryker’s arm, pulling him toward an old conveyor belt that led to the upper level. Below, more of Victoria’s operatives poured in, unleashing a hail of bullets. Metal sparked, dust rained down, and the factory trembled with the violence of battle. From his rooftop perch, Valkyr smirked. “They’re putting up a fight.” His lieutenant spoke again. “Do we intervene?” Valkyr adjusted his aim, lining up Damien in his crosshairs. He exhaled, finger tightening on the trigger—

The media drones hovered overhead, their silent lenses broadcasting every step to the waiting millions across the globe. Look at her, Alpha Marcus of the Southern Ridge muttered from the front row of the warrior gallery, his voice carrying clearly across the quiet front lines. He bowed his head deeply as Valerie passed. The woman who made our frontline immune to silver weaponry. She did not just save my vanguard, she gave us the keys to the entire continent. She is a packless stray who belongs in a human clinic, a sharp, aristocratic voice interrupted from the high elder benches.

The full, crushing force of her dominant Blood Moon Alpha aura flared, pressing down on their specific airspace so heavily that Julian and Elara began to visibly, violently tremble. “I believe these are the trash from the Silvercrest Pack,” Valeria said. Her voice wasn't raised, but it was so incredibly smooth and lethal that it sliced through the ambient noise like a scalpel. She looked down at them with absolute, clinical disgust. Julian and Elara shook like leaves in a hurricane. Their expressions were a pathetic, humiliating mixture of profound shock and gripping, suffocating fear. Julian desperately opened his mouth to speak, to beg, to grovel for his pathetic life, but his vocal cords

“Treason? I am the victim here!” “You speak like a traitor. Like your father.” “I speak the truth!” “Your truth, no one believes it,” he growled. I felt my breath falter. He stepped forward again. “You’ve dishonored yourself. You’ve accused me—your alpha heir. You’ve spoken against the pack. You’ve proven that the blood of a traitor is thicker than the water in you.” Tears were streaming down my face while my whole body was shaking. “I just wanted to be loved,” I murmured. “I just wanted to be a part of things.” But he didn’t flinch.