Chapter 93

VALERIA’S POV I stormed out of that place as fast as I could, my heart racing, my skin burning with frustration. The cool night air hit my face, but it did nothing to soothe the fire raging inside me. I wanted to break something badly. I couldn’t go back to the pack house. Not after tonight. Not after the way he looked at me. The way he growled at me. The way he made me feel. He think he has some claim over me. Over my dead body! I’d rather sleep in the middle of the forest, starving and cold, than spend another second under the same roof as Magnar. He is so pathetic. The thought burned through my mind like fire, scorching every lingering doubt and hesitation I had left. Magnar had no right—no right—to act the way he did. To growl at me like I belonged to him. To glare at Elijah like he was committing some crime just by standing beside me. He already had someone in his life. Lily. I may not like her. Hell, I couldn’t stand her. But even I had to admit—what he was doing was unfair to he