Chapter 92

MAGNAR’S POV The moment I stepped outside, the crisp night air hit me, washing away the thick haze of sweat, alcohol, and wolfsbane that lingered inside the club. Finally, I could breathe. The pounding bass of the music dulled behind me, and for the first time tonight, I felt like I had some control over my thoughts. But then, I smelled her. The scent was unmistakable—warm, intoxicating, familiar. A mix of wild jasmine and something uniquely hers, something that had been tormenting me since the moment she walked into my life. My body tensed instantly, my senses sharpening. I raised my head slightly, inhaling deeper, letting the scent guide me. And the closer I got, the stronger it became. It wrapped around me, invading my lungs, my mind, my control. And then I saw her. Valeria. Standing under the dim glow of the club’s exterior lights, wearing a dress far too short for my liking. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her bare skin glowing under the night sky. And beside her—**his