The Raven Wolf King: Wolfless novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Valeria

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I see a great battle unfolding, though it feels ancient, like centuries ago. I glide above the chaos, watching a man command the field–the Raven Wolf King. He looks exactly like the tapestry, yet far more magnificent. Authority radiates from him, laced with arrogance. Ravens circle overhead, as if bound to

his will.

Across the field, a man with bright blond hair stands in golden armor, the snarling face of a wolf etched into his insignia. The clash between them is inevitable. Two kings, blades flashing, locked in a duel of skill and fury. Neither yields. In the end, both drive their swords into each other’s chests, killing each other. Darkness swallows everything, and suddenly a throne appears, solitary in the void. A strange man sits upon it, unmoving, as if asleep. A raven descends, perching on the throne’s edge. The vision blurs, and finally, my vision returns. I see my own body broken. My eyes stare upward, unblinking, as blood seeps from the crack in my skull. My neck is twisted, bone piercing through skin. My arms and legs lie bent at unnatural angles, shattered and grotesque.

I did this. I killed myself. I didn’t think. Rage consumed me, but I never wanted to die. I move closer- closer to my own eyes–staring into the black abyss that refuses to shift. And then, to my shock, a reflection stares back. Not me. A raven.

How is this possible? I am a raven now. Is this… death? Is this what happens?

I scream, but it comes in a screeching croak accompanied by the flapping of wings. I scream again, but that same noise comes out of me.

Please! Please! I don’t want to die! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!! I yell, and suddenly, I take a breath, back in my broken body, and I scream again. “Aaaaaaaaah!”

The pain twists through me, contorting every nerve, as if I’m being tortured from the inside out. My vision blurs, the agony swallowing me whole.

Then, in the blink of an eye, everything shifts. I’m standing in the forest. The air is damp and familiar. I know this place–the small pond I once visited with Max.

But now it feels different. The trees surrounding me are alive with ravens, their black eyes fixed on me. They croak and caw, and their wings rustle in the dark.

In the center of the small pond rises that single black tree, its roots clawing into the water. It stands alone as if it has been waiting for me.

My body aches, but when I lift my hands, they’re flawless. No broken bones. No twisted bends. My skin looks untouched, as if nothing had happened. I reach up, fingers brushing my face. Smooth. No bruises. No cracks. Yet the clothes clinging to me tell another story. They’re the same ones I wore before, soaked and heavy with blood now. The fabric sticks to me, a reminder of wounds that should still exist, but don’t.

Am I a ghost? Am I dead? I pat my body. I feel my touch, so I don’t believe I’m dead, but… should I be? How did I get here?

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Bloody footprints mark the grass behind me. Somehow, I walked this far. Through the trees, the lights of the castle gleam in the distance. I move toward them, each step sinking into the earth. The dirt presses against my bare feet, solid and real. Proof that I’m alive.

And yet, it’s more than life. A sudden rush floods through me; it’s electric. I’ve never felt so alive. In no time, I stand before the place where my body lay shattered only moments ago. Blood stains the floor, but the body itself is gone. How… am I alive? The question claws at me. This is impossible.

“Miss, are you alright?” A guard stares at me with horror. His eyes glance at my blood–stained clothes.

I am alive! I nod and respond, “Yes.”

“Do you need a doctor?”

“No.”

The adrenaline surges through me. I am alive. I feel alive.

I run to the front of the palace and push inside. From the staircase, a group of men descends, their steps echoing through the hall. Among them is Raphael. His presence stops me cold, his eyes locking onto

mine.

He halts, shock flashing across his face. “What happened?!”

It’s as if I smell him for the first time, something primal stirring inside me, growing feral.

“Nothing.” I’m out of breath when I speak.

He holds me by the arms, examining me. “Valeria! What happened? What is all this blood?”

“I fell,” I say.

He stares into my eyes, searching for the truth. I can’t look away. His gaze holds me, mesmerized.

“What happened? How did you fall? Is someone doing this to you?”

I smile, a warm rush flooding through me. “I’m okay. I promise.” I’m more than okay. I feel alive–truly alive. Whatever just happened has shaken me straight, and now… I’m going to love life.

In a sudden rush, I seize him by the neck and crash my lips against his. The kiss is desperate, overwhelming, so abrupt that he almost recoils in shock. But within seconds, his hand finds my waist, pulling me closer, driving us back until we slam against the rail at the foot of the stairs.

The shape of his mouth molds to mine, pulling me in, holding me there. At first, they feel unfamiliar, the texture soft yet testing. Then the pressure deepens, and it’s warm, urgent, alive.

“Go without me,” he orders his men, the words breaking between desperate kisses. I hear his men chuckle as they leave.

I leap onto him, legs wrapping around his waist. His hands catch me instantly, holding me firm as he strides forward. The giant doors of the ballroom creak open. Darkness swallows the space. No light but

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the silver glow of the moon spilling through tall windows. Not a soul in sight. He presses me against one of the tables, the impact blunt, and I tear at his shirt. Buttons scatter across the floor, clattering like tiny echoes in the empty hall.

“Valeria, what is this? Are you sure-”

“Shut up.” I gasp, taking his lips, and he growls in pleasure.

My hands reach his pants, and I begin to unbutton them, a clear signal that I’m all in. His response is immediate. His fingers hook at the edges of my pants and he pulls them down, taking them off. When he comes back up, my shirt is flying to the floor. I’m fully naked in front of him, but my number one concern is now getting his hard, stiff member out, which I do. I lick my lips, feeling his length and girth in my hands. I kiss him roughly and hook my legs around him. The moment he plunges inside me, I scream in pleasure, arching my back, putting my hands behind me on the table to hold myself up.

“Ah!”

“Ugh!” he grunts, thrusting in and out of me so fast it reminds me of a damn jackhammer.

Our moans echo through the vast, empty room. My body is so turned on that every touch he gives feels like ecstasy. He suddenly slows down, but the thrusts are so hard they take my breath away every time he enters me. He kisses me, his lips pulling at mine with desperate hunger before trailing down to my neck, then my shoulders, each touch igniting a rush that leaves me trembling. Then he begins to jackhammer the crap out of me again, and I love it.

“Uh! AH!” I moan.

“Hm! Fuck!” he grunts.

I grip his back with one hand, clawing at him, while my other tangles deep in his hair. I feel it–it’s like fire rushing through me, a heat that begins in my chest and spreads outward until every nerve is alive. “Yes! Ah! YES!” I moan so loudly when I come that I’m sure I’m being heard outside the room.

Raphael moans, grunts, and speaks under his breath. “Fuck! Feels so good! Ugh!” His body jerks a few times with loud grunts until he gives that last growl of pleasure as he unravels himself inside me.

He’s disheveled, with me completely naked under him. Both of us are slick with sweat, our breaths ragged and uneven. It looks so damn sexy, and it makes me want to go at it again. But the rush I had before is gone now.

He kisses me with such fire, and I welcome it, but my mind hasn’t changed. I don’t trust this man. I’m not sure I ever will. But he was good for a good time.

When he pulls back, I press against his chest. He lets me go, and I stand. I gather my clothes and put them on, while he fixes his own in silence.

“That was fun,” I mutter.

“Yeah, and unexpected.” He chuckles. “Let’s go back to my room-”

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“But that’s all it was, fun.” I cut him off.

He pauses and turns to me. “What do you mean?”

“A… spur of the moment thing,” I tell him.

His brows come together. “What does that mean?”

“It means we just fucked and that was it. No strings attached. I don’t want a mate anymore. You know this already.”

He looks disappointed, and I feel a pang of guilt, but I won’t risk being hurt for anyone. Deep down, I may want more, and yes, I do like Raphael. But trust? That’s gone. I can’t give him the chance to break me

again.

Never again.

I have a new chance at life, and I’ll guard it with everything I have. No one will hurt me, not in any way, not ever. It is time for my villain era. Fuck everyone.

“I’m not giving up,” he whispers. “You’re going to be mine.”

“I was yours those few seconds when we first met. I was yours already, and that’s now gone.”

I feel his hands caress my neck, and then something cold settles against my skin. “I’m not giving up,” he

says.

I glance down. The golden necklace gleams with the raven clutching a purple gem that now hangs at my throat. My heart, recently frozen, betrays me with a hard, urgent beat, threatening to shatter my resolve.

But I force myself to be strong. I turn away, walking out of the room and leaving him in the dark. Every step is a battle, because deep inside I want to run back, to throw myself into his arms, to risk it all.

But I don’t.

I drag my feet upstairs, and as soon as I reach the hall where my room is located, I can hear the shouts.

“She was not there!” Father shouts. “What did you do, Meryl! What did you do to her?”

“You saw what happened! She threw herself out!”

“But she… I couldn’t find her! She wasn’t at the bottom! There was just blood!”

Slowly, I open the door to their room and walk in.

Father’s eyes suddenly shine. “Valeria!” he cries, pulling me into his arms.

I stand motionless, stunned by the sudden affection. The only other time I remember him hugging me

was when I was a child.

Mother, meanwhile, stares at me with wide, unblinking eyes.

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