All Chapters of The Raven Wolf King: Wolfless: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Valeria “What do you mean?” I ask, my voice flat. “We can’t reveal who you are to me,” he says. “Yeah, I got that! But why?” “Because you’re my mate. That makes you a target. Just like my mother. I won’t risk you—not now, not when I finally have you. They’re after me, but they could hurt you to get to me.” “That won’t happen.” “You don’t know that. And I’m not risking it.” “Fine. But tell me, genius, how do you think we’re hiding this? Almost everyone will smell the change in our scents.” He leans over me, reaching for the nightstand. His fingers close around a small vial resting there, its glass catching the dim light. “This.” He whirls it around. “What is this?” “A concoction my mother used when she and my father were first mated. To protect her from enemies, just like I’m trying to do with you. My father didn’t have to take it since he was mated to two others, and so his scent was already mixed. Mine isn’t, so I’ll have to take it with you.” “Well, at least if I die pois

Valeria “Are you okay?” Grimm asks me. “Yeah, my arm hurts a little, but I’m okay.” I watch him pick up a tray of food. The kitchen is alive with movement and chatter, buzzing as the Generals’ banquet is about to begin. “Why does that new girl have it in for you?” he asks. “A boy.” I steal one of the tiny crab cakes. “A boy? You mean your man?” I giggle but don’t answer him, popping the stolen goods into my mouth. “Damn, these are good.” He smiles. “I’ll give the chef the compliments. My mom made them. Anyway, after the banquet, I’ll be at the tower if you want to come and practice with me.” “Uhm… I probably won’t.” He gives me an exasperated stare. “You’re afraid of it, aren’t you?” “Of what?” “The power. Your power.” “No. I just don’t have time right now. Maybe tomorrow.” He’s not wrong. I am kind of afraid of it. But I said no because I’m going to spend my night with Raphael. At least I hope so. I didn’t get to see him all day. I brush the crumbs from my dress. A simp

Valeria “Can you move?” Grimm asks. “Barely.” I squirm in the middle of the line, trying to unstick the leather clothes from my skin. The Firing Armada’s uniform—padded black leather pants and a long‑sleeved shirt made for those of us who don’t shift. Meant to blunt incoming damage. My hair is pulled into a slick bun, everything forced into place. “My balls can’t breathe,” Grimm whispers, tugging at the leather around his crotch. “Eww!” I laugh. He got a good night’s sleep, and today he looks much better. His mood is lighter too. I get distracted looking at my phone. No message from Raphael yet, but the bastard had the nerve to message Antonio and tell him to exclude me from the moon festival guarding duties tonight. One look at me, and Antonio knew I was about to blow up on him, so he just turned and left. I watch Antonio pace before us, his gaze sweeping over the wolfless. “Today, you begin your practical training. It is the Full Moon Festival. Every full moon, the Firing Arm

Valeria “Grimm!” Raphael holds my hand. “What… is happening?” Ravens swirl in the sky and start to dance to Grimm’s sway. They come down like a fist and begin attacking the enemy, leaving their bodies stripped almost to the bone. Every single person, even those in wolf form, stops to watch. “What is he doing?” Raphael mutters. “Saving the King,” I whisper. “He is…” Raphael stares, too stunned to finish. “Yes,” I say. “I wasn’t crazy that night. Grimm is a descendant of the Raven Wolf King. And so am I.” Raphael looks at me, torn between believing and doubting. My eyes turn back to the battle. The man in golden armor stops short, struck by the same shock that froze Raphael and everyone else who’s seen Grimm. “You… are him. You’re the Dark King…” he breathes, standing utterly still as the battlefield seems to halt around him. Then his disbelief twists into amusement. “So you have returned. The Raven Wolf King renewed, but your new life will be swift. I will take the glory. I

Valeria A party. They threw a ball to celebrate Grimm’s imprisonment. Raphael told me what was said at the meeting with the King—that this ball was not only about Grimm. Still, it feels absurd. Now Raphael and Tobias sit alone on the thrones. The King has yet to arrive. “As certain as I am sure that my mate is the love of my life.” I hear Godfrey speak with another. “No doubt in my mind that the young man is the killer.” He repeats those words to anyone who will listen. Idiot. “You know, you always seem to be in a bad mood.” Stephan startles me when his voice is so close to my ear. I turn around with a jolt. “That’s because I usually am.” “Would you care for a dance?” he asks. He extends his hand. I stare at it for a moment. I suppose Raphael and I have to keep up appearances. “Sure.” I take his hand, and we begin to dance. Immediately, I can feel Raphael’s eyes on me. “You always look so beautiful. Fit to be a queen,” Stephan says. I almost laugh out loud. “Me? Queen? Not