Offside Hearts
Marcus Halverin is used to winning. As the university’s star athlete, confidence comes easily — along with the belief that the world revolves around him.
Kelsey Vale disagrees the moment they meet.
Kelsey Vale works too hard, studies too much, and has zero patience for arrogant athletes born into privilege — especially when one of them turns out to be the son of the wealthy family employing her mother.
Sharp-tongued and impossible to intimidate, she refuses to treat him like campus royalty, and their instant dislike quickly turns into an all-out rivalry.
Their rivalry quickly becomes legendary, fueled by insults, competition, and a stubborn refusal to back down. Yet beneath the arguments, Marcus begins to notice the girl who challenges him without fear, and admiration turns into something far more dangerous. He falls first for her, quietly and completely.
Kelsey refuses to trust it. Boys like Marcus don’t change, and she refuses to become another girl dazzled by his world. She fights her feelings.
But when someone new enters Marcus’s life — effortless, beautiful, and willing to give him the admiration Kelsey never would — he finally stops chasing what he cannot have.
Then Kelsey realizes she is deeply in love with Marcus already and she cannot watch the man she loves go with another woman.
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Chapter: Chapter FourMarcus’s POVOkay, look. If you ever catch me acting like a simp, please just throw me into the nearest large body of water. Because I, Marcus Halverin, the guy who has literally never had to try for anything in his life, am currently losing my actual mind over a girl who thinks I’m the human equivalent of a toe stub.And the worst part? It’s Kelsey. The Grease Monkey. The girl who basically ruined my life and my laundry bill in the same week.I was sitting in the back of the campus library, tucked away in one of those dusty private study rooms. My leg was propped up, my arm was in a sling, and I felt like a broken action figure. I was prepared to be bored to death. I figured she’d show up in her oversized "Engineering" hoodie and those combat boots, looking like she was ready to build a tank.Then she walked in.My brain literally lagged. Like, 404 Error: Marcus.exe has stopped working.She wasn’t wearing the hoodie. She had on these baggy boyfriend jeans that sat perfectly on her hi
Last Updated: 2026-03-04
Chapter: Chapter ThreeIf there was a "How to Ruin Your Life in 60 Seconds" tutorial on YouTube, I’d be the featured creator.I was sprawled across my bed, fully rotting in my room, which is my favorite weekend activity. I had my headphones on, blasting a playlist that was 90% "sad girl indie" and 10% "I could fight a bear," and I was deep in an Instagram scroll hole. You know the one, where you start looking at a recipe for 15-minute pasta and end up watching a video of a woman in Vermont who knits sweaters for her pet ducks? Yeah, that.My room was a vibe—LED strips set to a soft purple, textbooks pushed into a corner where they couldn't judge me, and the smell of a vanilla candle trying its best to mask the fact that I hadn't opened a window in two days.Then my phone buzzed. It was my mom."Kelsey, honey, I’m at the estate and I’m in a total panic," she said, her voice sounding like she was one minor inconvenience away from a breakdown. "I forgot my specialized pastry kit on the counter at home. The own
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Chapter: Chapter TwoSo, remember how I said being paired with Marcus Halverin was a nightmare? Well, imagine that nightmare, but add a 4K resolution and a soundtrack of him constantly humming while I’m trying to calculate the structural integrity of a bridge.For the next week, our "partnership" was basically a cold war. He’d "accidentally" delete my CAD files; I’d "accidentally" switch his protein powder with powdered sugar. It was petty, it was childish, and honestly? It was exhausting.The breaking point happened on Tuesday.We were in the campus gym. I was there for the treadmill; he was there because, well, he basically lives there. He was doing some flashy drill with a lacrosse stick—yeah, apparently he’s a dual-athlete, because being the star of one sport wasn't enough for his ego.He was weaving through cones, looking like a literal glitch in the matrix with how fast he was moving. When he finished, he caught me watching."Like the view, Grease Monkey?" he yelled, wiping sweat from his forehead w
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Chapter: Chapter OneKelsey’s POVIf I could delete one thing from the universe, it wouldn’t be spiders or pineapple on pizza. It would be Monday mornings in the second semester.The campus was a literal zoo. You had the freshmen wandering around like lost puppies, the seniors acting like they discovered fire, and the professors already giving us enough homework to sink a ship. I was power-walking to Hall C for my combined engineering lecture, trying to protect my sanity and—more importantly—my brand-new white sneakers.I was five minutes early. In engineering time, that means I was basically late.I rounded the corner of the main hallway, ready to slide into my favorite seat, when I saw him.Imagine a guy who looks like he’s lived his entire life in a gym, but currently has the brain cell of a goldfish. He was tall—like, "blocking the sun" tall—with a grey hoodie and shoulders so broad he probably had to walk through doors sideways.This was Marcus Halverin.If you don't know who Marcus is, you clearly d
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Chapter: Date NightDamian's POVI didn't plan to take her out.At least, that's what I told myself.It was supposed to be dinner. Work talk. Numbers and contracts and "thank you for your effort" - the kind of polite thing a boss says to his assistant after she pulls three consecutive all-nighters.But the moment Rachael walked into the restaurant - black dress, loose curls, the kind of perfume that lingered without asking permission - I knew this wasn't going to stay professional."Hope I'm not late," she said, sliding into the booth across from me."No," I said, clearing my throat. "You're right on time."She smiled, a small, quiet thing that somehow felt louder than the room. The restaurant lights were dim, soft enough to make it easy to forget who we were - CEO and assistant, controlled and careful."Wine?" she asked, scanning the menu.I nodded. "Surprise me."She did.She ordered something expensive, bold, and somehow - exactly what I would've chosen myself. The first sip hit smooth, but it was the
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Chapter: Green ElenaI'd been sick, half-conscious, and yet I remembered everything.The warmth of her fingers brushing mine. The spark that followed.And then the doorbell - Elena's voice.The look on Rachael's face when she opened the door. The one that said I know exactly what this looks like.Now it was Monday morning, and everything felt too quiet.Too normal.Rachael was at her desk when I walked in, her hair pulled back neatly, a pen between her fingers, the picture of focus. Except her eyes flicked up the moment I entered - like they always did - and for a heartbeat, we just looked at each other."Morning," she said finally, her tone polite but lighter than usual."Morning," I replied, setting my briefcase down. "No soup today?"She smiled - that slow, knowing kind of smile that crept up one corner first."Depends," she said. "You planning to fall sick again?"I leaned back against the desk, arms crossed. "You make it sound tempting.""Then maybe I should start charging."It was harmless. Playful.
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Chapter: Fever and FireDamian's POVThree days.That's how long I'd been locked up in my apartment, half-dead from a fever I couldn't shake. The kind that made your head feel too heavy for your body.I'd ignored Rachael's calls at first - I wasn't in the mood for pity or fussing. But she was persistent. Sweetly, annoyingly persistent.I should've known she wouldn't listen.Rachael Meyer never did.When she set her mind on something - a project, a deadline, me - she followed through. That's how I found myself half-asleep on the couch, fever burning through my skull, listening to the soft click of my door."Mr. Cross?"Her voice floated through the haze - soft, warm, dangerously gentle.I groaned, pulling the blanket tighter. "You shouldn't be here.""Then you shouldn't be dying alone," she said simply, closing the door behind her.I opened my eyes. She stood there with a plastic bag in one hand and a thermos in the other, dressed down in jeans and a cream sweater. Hair tied up, eyes soft but determined.Beau
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Chapter: MagneticDamian's POVI shouldn't be thinking about her like this.But here I am - staring at the glow of my office window, pretending to read a report I've skimmed three times already, and thinking about the curve of Rachael's smile.It's ridiculous.She's my assistant. Smart, focused, and annoyingly good at her job.But the more time I spend around her, the more I find myself noticing things I shouldn't - the way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she's thinking, the way she smells faintly of citrus and something warm, the way she looks at me when she thinks I'm not looking back.And I know she feels it too.But lately, Rachael's been everywhere - in my head, in my space, in the quiet moments between meetings when I should be thinking about work but end up thinking about her instead.The way she moves. The calm way she speaks. The way her eyes find mine when everyone else is talking. It's subtle, infuriatingly so. She doesn't even try - and maybe that's what makes it worse.There's a spa
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Chapter: The Perfect AssistantElena's POV If there was one thing Damian Cross hated more than losing, it was incompetence. So when his assistant managed to send a confidential proposal to the wrong client - during a board presentation, no less - it was a miracle the woman still had her job the next day. By "next day," I mean this morning. And by "still had her job," I mean she was currently packing her desk. "Just let her go," I said, leaning against the glass door to Damian's office. "You don't need to breathe fire about it." Damian didn't look up from his screen. "She attached the wrong document, Elena. To a potential investor." "She's human," I said. "She's careless," he corrected, voice low and calm in that terrifying way of his. "I can't afford careless." I folded my arms. "You're overreacting." He finally looked up, that cool gray stare pinning me in place. "You wouldn't say that if it was your department." I sighed, dropping the argument. He was right - and he knew it. "Fine," I said. "I'll hand
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Chapter: Learning to Move OnElena's POV I didn't expect him to change. Damian Cross was many things - brilliant, stubborn, occasionally unbearable - but never indifferent. Until now. He'd barely looked at me all night. Just silence, clipped responses, eyes that saw straight through me like I was another line on the company's expense sheet. It should've made things easier. It didn't. By the time I got home, I was still thinking about him - the way he said "That's peace. You should try it." Like moving on was something you could do with a switch. I poured a glass of wine, sat on the couch, and opened my laptop. The report we'd just finished glared back at me - precise, polished, cold. Just like him. Lucas had texted earlier: Dinner tomorrow? I hadn't replied. There was nothing wrong with Lucas. He was smart, kind, steady - the kind of man who didn't leave you guessing what he felt. But he wasn't Damian. And that was the problem. I used to think time would fix everything - that if I worked hard enough,
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Father's Secret, Daughter's Ruin
In the world of the ultra-wealthy Greg family, reputation is everything—and it’s all a lie. Kassy thought she was walking toward her happily-ever-after with her billionaire fiancé, Jamal, until a stray text on her sister’s phone exposed a nightmare: Jamal is the secret father of her sister Lily’s baby. But the betrayal doesn't stop there. Jamal is a former high-end escort who unknowingly shared a bed with his own father-in-law, Greg, the family patriarch who hides his sexuality behind a mask of cold authority. Meanwhile, Lily’s "perfect" husband, Ethan, is a calculating predator hiding a secret vasectomy and a dark history of silencing the women he’s used. When Kassy’s brother, James, returns with his secret wife, Marie—a woman Ethan once tried to destroy—the family’s polished image begins to shatter. Kassy is no longer the grieving bride; she’s a woman scorned with a front-row seat to the destruction of a dynasty.
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Chapter: CHAPTER TWENTYThe drive back from Elsa’s house was a blur of red lights and rage.Beside me, Marie was unusually quiet, probably because she knew the version of Kassy sitting next to her wasn't the same girl who had woken up that morning. That girl was dead. This new Kassy was made of glass and gasoline."Kassy," Marie said softly as we pulled into the long, winding driveway of the Greg mansion. "What’s the move? We have the recording of Elsa. We have the bank records. Do we drop the nuke now?""Not yet," I said, staring at the massive front doors. "I have to talk to Elena. She’s been living in a simulation for twenty-four years. She thinks she birthed me. She thinks Greg is a devoted husband who 'saved' her when she lost her mind from grief. She deserves the truth before the rest of the world sees it.""She’s going to break," Marie whispered."Better she breaks now in private than on the 6 o'clock news," I replied. "You find James. He’s the Golden Boy, and this is going to wreck his entire reality
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Chapter: CHAPTER NINETEENKassy’s POVThe GPS was screaming at me to turn left, but my brain was still stuck on the call records. Marie sat in the passenger seat, her leg bouncing at a million miles per hour. We were heading to an address on the outskirts of the city—a place where the houses were big, but the secrets felt bigger. My hands were gripped so tight on the steering wheel that my knuckles were turning white.“You okay?” Marie whispered.“I’m about to meet the person who might hold the key to my entire existence,” I said, my voice sounding like it was coming from a different room. “I’m not okay, Marie. I’m vibrating on a frequency I didn’t even know existed.”We pulled up to a gated villa. It wasn't Greg-level mansion status, but it was definitely "I have a lot of money and I want to be left alone" status. I put the car in park and just stared at the front door. This was it. The person Greg called to keep hidden. The "arrangement."“Let’s go,” I said, stepping out of the car.We walked up the path, a
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Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTEENTwo days later, Marie still couldn’t sleep properly. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard Greg’s voice again: "If anyone hears a word of this… I will kill your daughter." The threat sat in her chest like a heavy stone. Marie stood in her kitchen early that morning, staring at her phone. The sunlight coming through the window looked normal and the street outside looked normal, but nothing in her life felt normal anymore. She rubbed her forehead, whispering to herself, “I have to tell Kassy.” Keeping the secret felt wrong, but telling it felt dangerous. Greg was powerful—the kind of man who could make problems disappear, the kind of man people were scared of. Marie looked at the photo of her daughter on the fridge; the little girl was smiling with two missing teeth, and her stomach twisted. “I will find another way,” Marie muttered. She picked up her phone and typed: I need to talk to you. It’s urgent. Let’s meet at the lounge, the quiet spot. A few seconds later, the reply came
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Chapter: Chapter SeventeenThe hospital waiting room didn’t smell like hope; it smelled like expensive bleach and impending doom. Kassy sat on the edge of a plastic chair, her designer dress crinkling under her. She hadn't even changed from the gala. Her makeup was slightly smudged. Across from her, Elena was pacing a hole in the expensive linoleum. Greg sat like a statue, his jaw so tight it looked like it might snap. James and Ethan were in the corner, looking like they were praying, while Jamal just stared at his phone, probably wondering if his entire meal ticket was about to evaporate. The door opened. A doctor walked out, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else on earth. He held a manila folder that contained the official end of the Greg family as they knew it. "The results are in," the doctor said, his voice flat. Greg stood up immediately. "Give it to me." He snatched the paper, his eyes scanning the technical jargon. The room was so quiet you could hear the hum of the vending machine in the hal
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Chapter: CHAPTER SIXTEENI sat in front of my vanity, staring at my reflection, but I didn’t see Kassy. I saw a girl who was about to become a hurricane. My 30-inch wig was laid to perfection—bone straight, touching my waist, looking like it grew out of my scalp. My dress was hugging every curve like it was stitched onto my skin. I looked expensive. I looked powerful. I looked like a woman who was ready to end a whole empire. Marie and I had spent all night finalizing the plan. We had the flash drives and the leaked info that would turn my father’s "Man of the Year" reputation into a heap of trash. Tonight, at the Greg Family Masquerade Gala, I was going to pull the rug out from under him. I wanted to see him lose everything. "Ready?" Marie whispered, stepping into the room. She looked lethal in a structured black gown. "I was born ready," I said, checking my deep red nails one last time. "Let’s go light this match." The gala was the definition of extra. The ballroom was dripping in gold and crystals,
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIFTEENI sat in the back of my dad’s car, watching the city lights blur past the window, but my brain was on 100. My heart was doing gymnastics against my ribs. My dad had just dropped me off after our shopping trip, and I felt like I was covered in invisible slime. “The job has been done.” Those words were on a loop in my head like a viral song you can’t get out of your brain. My first thought? Jamal. It made total sense. My dad hates him, and Jamal is the main evidence of my dad's secret life. It would be so easy for Greg to just... delete him. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped my phone. I hit Jamal’s contact. It felt like it rang for a century. "Hey, babe," Jamal’s voice came through, sounding totally normal. Too normal. "You okay? You usually don't call me this early." I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. "Yeah... yeah. I’m fine. Just checking in. Where are you?" "I’m at work, drowning in shoe designs," he joked. I could hear him shifting papers in the backgrou
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The Luna Who Refused the Alpha Heir
The night her father was killed, Sydney saw a wolf with a crescent scar.
Years later, she falls in love with a man who bears the same mark.
Liam is charming, protective, and everything she didn’t know she needed. He’s also a lie. A runaway Alpha’s son hiding in the city, pretending to be human while his pack searches for him.
When Sydney is kidnapped and dragged into werewolf territory, the truth tears her world apart. Liam isn’t just a wolf — he’s the heir to the very Alpha who murdered her father.
Love dies quickly after that.
Sydney walks away. Disappears. Starts over in another city. Another life. Another man.
But two years later, the wolves come hunting.
Liam is dying from a curse tied to the mate bond he tried to escape, and the pack believes Sydney is hiding his heir — the only one who can save him.
They’re wrong.
The child they’re searching for isn’t Liam’s.
Now Sydney must protect the life she rebuilt while the pack closes in, convinced she carries their future.
Because in a world ruled by wolves, truth doesn’t matter.
Blood does.
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Chapter: The Ghost Who TextedSydney’s phone buzzed at exactly 11:42 p.m.She almost ignored it. Almost.She was lying across Jeremy’s massive couch, legs tucked under her, half-watching a reality show while scrolling mindlessly through social media. The city lights outside his penthouse windows painted everything gold and soft, the kind of peaceful she never thought she would experience again.No chaos. No wolves. No fear.Just quiet. The phone buzzed again. Unknown Number. She frowned.Spam, probably. Still, curiosity won. She opened the message. And instantly wished she hadn’t.I know you probably don’t want to hear from me. But I’m sorry.Her heartbeat stopped.No. It couldn’t be.Another message appeared before she could even breathe.I know I hurt you. I know I failed you. I think about it every day.Sydney sat up slowly, her stomach tightening. Only one person typed like that. Only one person sounded like regret wrapped in pain.The third message came.I fought with my dad. I left the pack. I’m back in the
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Chapter: A NEW LIFESydney Hale learned two things the hard way.First: rock bottom is not dramatic. It is quiet.Second: peace feels fake when you’ve lived in chaos too long.The first night in her new city, she slept with a chair wedged under the door handle.She hated that about herself.She hated that even though she had escaped the Stone Pack, escaped Liam, escaped the forest and the cages and the silver bars, her body still acted like danger was crouched just outside her door, waiting.Her apartment was small. Studio. One window. White walls so plain they almost looked temporary, like she wasn’t allowed to get attached. She liked it that way. If she didn’t get comfortable, it wouldn’t hurt as much if she had to leave again.She didn’t unpack everything.Some habits die last.Sydney sat on the edge of the bed, phone in her hand, staring at the dark screen. No missed calls. No messages. No wolves. No threats. No Liam.Good.She turned the phone off and tossed it face down.This was the new rule.No p
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Chapter: TWO LINESSyd was stumbling through the outskirts of the forest, her legs shaking and her lungs burning, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the literal dumpster fire inside her head. She had escaped the Stone Pack’s compound, but she couldn't escape the feeling that her body wasn't hers anymore.Every time she moved, she felt nauseous. At first, she thought it was just the "I-was-kidnapped-by-werewolves" stress. Then she thought it was the "my-boyfriend’s-dad-is-a-serial-killer" trauma.But as she reached the edge of a small, dusty town miles away from the territory, she stopped at a cramped gas station bathroom. She looked at herself in the cracked mirror. Her skin was pale, her eyes had dark circles that no amount of concealer could fix, and her stomach felt... different. Tight. Heavy.She bought a test with the crumpled twenty-dollar bill she’d hidden in her shoe.Sitting on the edge of a stained toilet seat, she waited. The three minutes felt like three decades. When she finally
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Chapter: WHEN LOVE TURNS TO ASH"I literally hate it here," she whispered, her voice cracking.The betrayal didn't just hurt; it was corrosive. It felt like her entire "independent era" in the city had been a scripted prank. Liam hadn't been her neighbor; he’d been her handler. He’d watched her move boxes while knowing his family was the reason she didn't have a father to help her. It was the ultimate "gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss" situation, and Sydney was the one being gaslit into oblivion.Sydney used to think that the worst thing about being kidnapped would be the physical pain. She was wrong. The worst thing was the sheer, mind-numbing disrespect of being a spectator in your own life.And every time she closed her eyes, she saw Liam. Not the Liam who baked her chocolate cake, but the Liam who had knelt before a murderer and called him "Father."A sharp click at the door made her spine straighten. She expected a guard with a tray of cold food.Instead, she got a girl who looked like she’d crawled straight out of
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Chapter: THE THREATLiam Stone was currently moving at a speed that would have broken every traffic law in the state, but he didn't care. His human mask hadn't just slipped; it had completely shattered. His eyes were glowing a constant, terrifying gold, and his grip on the steering wheel was actually cracking the plastic.He had seen the feed. He had seen Sydney—his Sydney—thrown into a silver-lined cell like she was nothing. And seeing her in the same room as his father? That was the ultimate nightmare fuel.But when he finally skidded his car into the clearing of the Stone Pack territory, he wasn't met with a fight. He was met with a line of warriors, all standing in total silence. They weren't attacking. They were waiting.At the front of the line stood Aiden, still in his "creepy janitor" tactical gear, holding a tablet. He tapped the screen and turned it toward Liam.It was a live shot of Sydney’s cell. A guard was standing over her, holding a jagged blade made of pure silver."One step closer witho
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Chapter: THE BAIT AND THE TRAPSydney Hale woke up, and her first thought was that her head was literally about to explode.She wasn't in her bed. She wasn't on her sofa. She wasn't even in her apartment. The last thing she remembered was walking home from work, feeling like someone was following her, clamped a hand over her mouth from behind, and lifted her off the ground like she weighed nothing.and then—nothing. Total black-out.Now, she was slumped on a cold, stone floor that felt like it was made of actual ice. Her wrists were screaming in pain, bound behind her back with heavy-duty zip ties that bit into her skin every time she moved.She woke up moving.That was the first terrifying thing. The second was that her hands were tied behind her back, cutting into her wrists. The third was the smell.Dirt. Trees. Smoke. Blood. Not city air. Sydney jerked awake fully and gasped.“Hey!” she shouted. “Let me go!”Her voice echoed, swallowed by the night.He grabbed her arm and hauled her up. Sydney stumbled, her legs
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