Filed to story: Luna Riannon and Alpha Brayden Novel
Joran watched blood trickle down Fenir’s neck, eyes wide as he grasped his wrist with the bracelet, knowing that there had to be more than one healing bead.
Vidar drew his sword back, and Fenrir towered over his sibling, disbelief surging through him. It wasn’t supposed to go this way… His father and brother planned Ragnarok for years.
Fenrir was supposed to have an honest battle with Vidar.
Just like he did with his father. And he would have ripped the silent prick apart-
“Coward!” Joran hissed, trying to get up, yet they were both too weak to fight.
“Call me whatever the f*ck you want!” Vidar chuckled darkly. “I am the last man standing. All the heroes die today like the fools they are! I have to say thank you to you both and your father whom I just killed. If not for your nasty plans, I would have never risen to rule Asgard!”
“You rule nothing, you b*stard!” Fenrir gathered his strength to face his enemy. “We fight and-“
“Fenrir, I already won a long time ago,” Vidar announced. “
* When everyone you loved betrayed you. Asgardians, Tyr, your father and even your brother-“
“What are you talking about?” The wolf narrowed his eyes.
“Who do you think was bringing all these women to you while you were imprisoned in that cave? Who made them look like her? Who could change someones appearance so that the glamour can fool even the gods? Who do you think drugged you?”
Fenrir swallowed his own blood, regeneration not working as fast as he had hoped
“No!” He whispered as the realisation settled in his head.
“Have you not noticed your own children fighting today?”
Vidar burst out laughing. “They grew those mutts so fast!
You are an incredibly disgusting family.”
“Are we?” Joran’s lips curled into a smirk. “Aren’t you the one celebrating the death of your father and brothers now?
“At least I didn’t use them for breeding to create chess pieces for myself!” Vidar pointed out, and Fenrir’s blood boiled. Vidar could be lying but his father and brother never came to his rescue. They waited under the cave and were ready as soon as he was out. And he did notice other wolves fighting. He just didn’t care who was on the battlefield because he sought Odin and Vidar.
From the corner of his eye, he already saw a familiar Valkyrie flying towards him with the body of a white wolf in her hands. Five seconds ago he would have no idea who that was, but now his heart clenched when he saw a blood stain on the fur. His stomach churned as a whirlwind of emotions stormed through his soul. He hated what had happened to him, but if the acts resulted in women giving birth to his children, those kids were not to be blamed.
Vidar did not see Kara and it was doubtful she could kill him, but there was one thing Valkyrie’s were particularly good at. Opening portals between the realms
A swirling vortex opened right next to him, and before he could do anything, Kara flew right into him, pushing him and his brother into the portal.
The kaleidoscope of colours caught them in the middle of a storm as they fell, fell, fell… landing in the middle of ice mountains. Fluffy snow caught them in its soft embrace.
“Where are we?” Joran tried to stand up, but landed back into the snow. His bleeding had stopped but he needed days of regeneration to feel better.
“Midgard,” Kara carefully placed the white wolf on the ground, hissing as she tried to open her broken wings.
“Midgard?” Joran looked at her with wide eyes. “Don’t tell
me-
“Yeah, I brought you to the mortal realm. The only one I had access to.” The woman did not look apologetic. If anything, she looked concerned.
“Thank you,” Fenrir stood up. Talking was painful due to his injuries but he had to know. “Is that-“
Kara couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eyes. She was the guard in his prison. All the terrible things that were done to him were done on her watch.
“One of your sons- Skoll!.”
“Let me guess, my father named him.” Fenir shook his head, still in disbelief. “If he survives, I will give him a better name.”
The Valkyrie glanced at him, surprised beyond belief.
You are-” Kara swallowed her pride and kneeled before him. ‘Towe you a debt that I will never be able to repay.
Please accept my service as the payment.”
She offered her sword to him, and Fenir looked around
What was he to do? A young dying wolf who was apparently his child from one of the women he hated. A Valkyrie with a tarnished humour, who has just betrayede Asgard for him and begged him to accept her sword. And his brother, who watched all this without saying a word.
Fenrir slowly turned to see him.
“Rir,” Joran understood at once what was about to happen.
“If there was any other choice, I would gladly-“
He did not get to finish because a powerful punch landed on his face, knocking him off his feet.
***
Fenrir pulled the chains again, his powers still lacking, but they would soon be enough. Just a little more…
“Vidar wanted to kill her?” he growled, fire coursing through his veins.
*I don’t know what exactly his plan was, but he attacked her car when she was just a child in this life. He killed her guards, older brother and her twin sister. He sent demons from Hel’s realm after them, Fenrir. If Joran didnt feel the divine presence next to him and interfered, she would have been out of our reach forever.”
“And Joran was there by accident, of course,” the wolf groaned, not buying it.
“He was helping his Champion’s interests in the area,” Selene informed him. “It’s a long story, and most of it doesn’t matter anymore, but I checked, and it looks like he was not lying. We were lucky that Freyja told me this life would be Astrea’s last, so I gave her a twin when she was reborn. A girl who was identical to her in looks. It’s probably cruel, but-“
“Cruelty was never a problem for you.” The man chuckled.
“No, it wasn’t. Not when it’s about protecting my daughter.”
“This way of thinking really helps you sleep at night, right?”
He scoffed. “I can’t believe you let her live her life by my brother’s side.”
“It was the best choice at that moment,” she reasoned.”
You were nowhere to be found, and he was – there.”
The words stung him. If only he knew the truce was broken, he would have taken Astrea away that very day and hidden her in Solace. He built the city with her in his thoughts. It was a place for those who wanted to disappear and feel safe. A home that was impossible for the outsiders to find.
And yet, it was his brother who ruined everything for him again.
Joran. That selfish b*stard.
1’1 guess this is the abomination you can tolerate.” He couldn’t help but throw a jab her way.
“It’s not about us anymore! Joran promised to keep her away from Vidar, to keep her safe. Vidar thought she was dead because he saw Astrea’s twin’s body, however -“
She stopped talking, and he knew that something was up.
“However, what?”
“I think deep inside, he knew it wasn’t her. He kept looking, kept watching us, kept searching for her.” The Moon Goddess looked anxious, hugging herself, and he kitew she wasn’t acting. “I think- He senses her through their mate bond. He feels she is alive.”
“That psychopath!” Fenrir gritted his teeth. “He could have rejected her years ago, but he kept the bond to torture her.”
“Fenrir, you don’t get it. Barely anyone would break a mate bond.” The woman sighed. “It’s a life-changing experience-
“The western princess and the northern king would have broken any mate bond just to be together,” Fenrir reminded her. “The bonds shouldn’t serve an agenda. You never even considered them as mates, and their love is stronger than any mated couple’s. “
“It’s an exception to the otherwise perfect rule.” Selene ran her hand over her face. “As for Vidar, I think he loves her in his own way-“