Morbid (Raiders of Valhalla MC: New Blood #9)

I'm the girl nobody kept. He's the man who won't let go.

Ingrid

He never looked at me like I was broken, didn't flinch when Njal made me a joke in front of the whole club and pretended not to notice when Bjorn used me up and threw me away like I was nothing.

I'm Fenrir's youngest daughter. Charm's baby girl. Raiders of Valhalla princess with a shattered crown and a body count of men who proved I'm only good for one thing.

So, I stopped trying to be anything else.

I take what I want now. I f*ck who I choose. I let them think I'm the club's wild child because it's easier than admitting I'm just the girl nobody wanted to keep.

Then Gunnar stops pretending he doesn't see me.

One touch. One night when I'm spiraling and he's the only one who doesn't try to fix me—just holds me while I break. One moment when those steady hands and that patient heart make me feel like maybe I'm not as ruined as I think.

But I know better. I've learned this lesson twice already. Men in this club don't love girls like me.

They f*ck us, they shame us, they move on to someone worth keeping. Gunnar says I'm wrong. Says he's been waiting for me. Says he'll prove every man before him was a coward who couldn't handle what I am.

Now I have to choose: Believe him and risk shattering completely, or walk away from the only man who's ever made me feel whole.