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A violent pulse rippled through the cavern. A tremor of pure, undiluted power. "Alpha! What was that?!" Gamma Finn shot into the cavern, warriors trailing behind him, their weapons drawn. "I don’t know!" I barked, tension coiling in my gut. "Stay alert!" Then, all at once, the answer revealed itself. At the center of the cavern, Valkyrie stood—glowing, trembling, alive with something beyond comprehension. Golden light pulsed from her in waves, her violet eyes burning like twin flames against the darkness. The mark on her skin shimmered, shifting, alive.

She said That statement made her dear tickle, her wolf growled in annoyance. "What is it?" Valkyrie placed the book on the table and opened it, she turned several pages and then stopped.The illustration covered both pages, Zara immediately wished it didn't. The drawing showed a figure standing in darkness. It was tall and cloaked surrounded by shadows. At first it seemed ordinary then she noticed the eyes, it was white like completely white. The same eyes Marcus had possessed before he died. A chill ran down her spine. "What is that?" Valkyrie's expression remained steady.

“Yes, ma’am, that’s right.” “And did you like him fucking your ass?” Valerie took in another deep breath through her nose. “Yes, ma’am.” “You’re a nasty slut; you know that, right?” “Yes, ma’am; I do.” She knew it even more now because as she stood there, stark naked in front of Holly while the redhead did everything she could to shame her, Valerie’s pussy burned with need.

It was on, and on it was a paused video of a warrior in a training ground. When she tapped play, the scene came to life and made more sense. The beta was practically blitzing through obstacles and hitting with such accuracy, each bamboo figure was broken, or at least, deformed badly in places. “Any idea who that is?” I did, and I gasped. “Valory. But how?” She would have easily put Soraya down if these skills I’m seeing here were put to use on the arena. Kira opens my palm and puts something in it. When I bring it to my face, I flinch back reflexively. It’s an almost empty bottle of wolfsbane.

Ansel Divine. That was the word that always came to my mind anytime i laid eyes on Valerie, because thats literally the word that could describe her as she sat on the chair, completely naked, i could bet Grey wishes he still drew. We were all losing control, and while Kaden was the one who pleasured her yesterday, it was my turn today. And my wolf wanted desperately to take control but i want o savor the moment.

Blake’s POV As I ascend the hill with Alpha Victor, an electric tension fills the air. The moonlight bathes us, illuminating the path and casting long shadows that dance with each step we take. The transformation grips us instantly. Victor's Lycan, a formidable figure in its own right, pales in comparison to the sheer size and strength of my own. Standing there, I see the recognition in Victor's eyes as he nods subtly, acknowledging my power dynamic.

Lucas growls. "Well I mean I dunno if she told you but she isn't a virgin. Are you okay with the fact that some other man has touched her whole body before you? And that they got to stretch her pussy before you?" Valerie's face begins to get red with anger and she could tell that her mates were trying desperately to hold their wolves back. "Tear him apart right here, right now!" Her wolf growled furiously. Her mate's eyes were turning darker and lighter and back again as she was trying to fight her wolf who wanted to come out with fury when Valerie was trembling with fear.

Chapter 4: Ask Nicely Their hands were everywhere, unbuttoning, caressing, unhooking, kicking off bottoms, slipping out of tops, and they tumbled, naked, onto the bed. It was dark, so Valerie couldn’t see him, but her sense of touch told her his body was spectacular. She straddled him, and she kissed him, open- mouthed and hungry. She reached back to feel his cock. Freed now, it was even more impressive than she’d imagined.

A figure steps out—no, emerges, like a shadow born of war itself. Valerys Winthrope. The crowd draws a collective breath as he appears, and I swear the temperature drops. He's massive—easily thrice my width, and at least a twice taller. His muscles bunch and flex beneath scarred, inked skin that tells stories of every fight he’s ever won. A black tattoo coils around one arm, making him look all the more scary. His eyes are void of mercy, a pale, grey that seem to see through flesh and bone. His nose looks broken in three places, his face looking like a craggy cliff.