Chapter: In the basket ball arenaARTHUR(JAXON’S BODY) I stood in the centre of the court, the bright stadium lights glaring down on my sweating forehead. Around me, four towering alphas in matching varsity jerseys were moving in a high-speed blur. To them, this was second nature. To me, it was a terrifying exercise. "Jax! On your left!" Xavier yelled, his voice booming across the court as he drove past a defender. Before my brain could even calculate the trajectory of the ball, a heavy leather basketball slammed violently into Jaxon’s massive, tattooed chest. The whistle blew, a sharp, piercing screech that made my ears ring. "Hilton!" Coach roared from the sidelines, his clipboard smacking against his thigh as he marched towards the baseline. "What the hell is wrong with you today? You’re moving like you’ve got bricks strapped to your ankles! You missed yesterday's mandatory practice, and now you can't even handle a basic chest pass?" "Sorry, Coach," I muttered. Xavier jogged over."Yo, Jax. Man, you'r
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Chapter: You used voodoo on meJAXON(ARTHUR'S BODY) My throat felt like sandpaper, and my stomach was turning itself inside out, a violent, hot acid rising up the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to raise my right arm to wipe the sweat from my forehead. But the limb felt impossibly light. "F-fuck..." The word slipped past my lips, but it didn't sound right. It was a small, high, pathetic gasp. "Why the hell do I... feel so goddamn shitty...?" I forced my eyes open, squinting through a strange, jarringly sharp field of vision. Everything looked slightly warped, framed by two plastic black rims sitting heavily on the bridge of my nose. I froze. The hand in front of my face was tiny. The skin was impossibly smooth, pale, and entirely blank. No ink. No heavy silver rings. The fingers were short and slender, shaking like a leaf in the wind. "What the hell..." I gasped, my voice pitching high. I scrambled out of the bed, my balance entirely off, and stumbled towards the adjoining bathroom.
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Chapter: In the lion's denARTHUR(JAXON’S BODY) I was sitting on the edge of the mattress in an apartment that looked less like a student dorm and more like a luxury penthouse. The room smelled heavily of leather and expensive cologne.My new muscles ached with a strange, foreign density. Right beside the bed, a man in a crisp navy suit was packing a sleek medical kit. This was a private, high-end family physician—someone the wealthy Hilton family undoubtedly kept on a hefty retainer. On the mattress lay my body.Still out cold, tucked under a dark gray duvet, looking painfully small and pale against the expensive sheets. "His vitals are stable, Jaxon," the doctor said, snapping his briefcase shut. "The sedative they used on him was crude, but it didn't do any permanent damage. As for the... condition you mentioned, the fetus is perfectly intact. He just needs rest and proper nutrition." "And the injection?" I asked, my voice a deep rumble that still sent a jolt of shock down my own spine. "The abortion
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Chapter: kidnapped by the bad boyARTHUR The two weeks following my announcement at the Alpha Sigma house were deceptively quiet. I had expected a storm—furious confrontations, threatening messages, or at least a squad of varsity athletes cornering me in the library. Jaxon Hilton had vanished from my immediate vicinity, though I occasionally felt the prickly heat of his gaze across the quad. I spent those fourteen days resting, attempting to swallow down the constant, metallic wave of early morning nausea, and trying to focus on my upcoming midterms. I foolishly thought he was processing it. I thought the ruthless, untouchable bad boy was finally letting logic dictate his next move. I was wrong.It happened on a rainy Tuesday evening. I was resting in my small, off-campus studio apartment, curled under a blanket. Three large figures in dark hoodies flooded my small space. I opened my mouth to scream, but a thick, chemically scented cloth was slammed over my nose and mouth. The overwhelming smell of heavy, fo
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Chapter: pregnant for the bad boyARTHUR The air inside the Alpha Sigma house was laced with cheap vodka,cologne and cigarette smell.Every sane Omega on campus knew to steer clear of this place on a Friday night. It was a predator tank. But I wasn't here to be sensible. I was here to finish a problem. I adjusted my heavy prescription frames, shoving them up the bridge of my nose, and kept walking. My oversized beige knit sweater swallowed my hands and hid my trembling fingers. I pushed through the double doors leading into the main lounge. The crowd here was thicker, orbiting around a long leather sectional like moths around a wildfire. Sitting right in the center, one booted foot resting carelessly on the glass coffee table, was Jaxon Hilton. He was exactly as the campus rumors described him: a walking hazard. His leather jacket was thrown over the back of the couch, leaving him in a black tank top that showed off the dark, intricate ink winding up his muscular arms and climbing his throat. His dark hair was
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Chapter: A " you " problemCHRISTOPHER I leaned further into Arthur's touch, my eyes never leaving the rigid, furious figure standing in the patio archway. The truth was, this wasn't an accident. When I packed my bags for this island, it had all been a calculated gamble. I knew exactly how much my absence would itch at Xavier's carefully guarded composure. I had been hoping he would break. I had been hoping he would show up. And looking at him now — breathing heavily, his hair mushed from the wind — I realized I had won the bet. "See?" I murmured to Arthur, my voice dripping with honeyed amusement. "I told you he has a terrible habit of tracking me down when I’m about to have a good time." Xavier’s hands balled into tight fists at his sides. "Christopher. We are leaving. Now." I finally turned my head to look at him, letting my gaze lazily sweep down his wrinkled shirt and unbuttoned collar before locking onto his dark eyes. "You must have mistaken me for someone who takes orders from you, Xavier,"
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Chapter: I bought the weekendCHRISTOPHER The grand ballroom of the cultural pavilion was a sea of shimmering silk and diamonds. As the designated hosts of the annual Winter Gala, Xavier and I stood near the stage, the perfect picture of corporate royalty. "The auction is starting," Xavier murmured. "The resort package is up third. Let the board members fight over it, smile for the cameras, and we can leave by eleven." "Always so perfect, husband," I snickered back, taking a slow sip of my champagne. "Aren't you excited to see which elderly utility tycoon wins a weekend of my undivided attention?" "They are buying a marketing tour of our new logistics infrastructure, Christopher. Don't flatter yourself." I smiled into my glass. The rules of the charity auction were rigid: as the donors and hosts, we were legally barred from bidding on our own package. The auctioneer cleared his throat, the digital screen behind him flashing a stunning aerial view of our private island resort. "Item number three," the aucti
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Chapter: A trophy for a few monthsCHRISTOPHER "If we are going to make this arrangement work for the remaining five months, Christopher, you need to atleast be constructive," Xavier commanded. "Which is why I am putting you in charge of the regional operations." I let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Operations? Xavier, please. Is this the part where you pretend to value my professional input, or is this just one of your elaborate schemes to monitor my movement? Keep your friends close, and your fake husband under video surveillance?" He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk. "It's a practical assignment. I am well aware of your past experience with EA. You managed their logistics framework for two years before the transition. You know the infrastructure better than anyone on my current board." "My, my. Someone did their homework. I didn't realize you spent your lonely nights reading through my old portfolio, husband. I'm almost touched." -------------------------------------- The regional external meet
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Chapter: To my cliché lifeCHRISTOPHER The key to the new place felt light in my palm, a tiny piece of metal that promised a clean break from the suffocating luxury of the penthouse. "I'm moving out on Friday," I mumbled. "Fine," he replied smoothly. "Just coordinate with Marcus so the security team can sweep the building first. I don't need a scandal because you picked a place with poor surveillance." I blinked, momentarily thrown off by the absolute lack of friction. "That's it? No lecture on the optics of the merger? No threats about my dividends?" "Why would I waste the energy?" Xavier finally glanced up. "The public expects us to be a modern, busy couple. If anyone asks, we’ll say you wanted an apartment closer to the commercial district. It’s entirely believable." He picked up his coffee cup, taking a slow sip. "Besides, Christopher, less time spent bickering with you in the hallways means more time I can actually spend working. It’s a win for efficiency." "And what about the penthouse?" I pushed,
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Chapter: You're a Smith nowCHRISTOPHER The glass doors of Smith-Vance Holdings slid open, and the lobby of the skyscraper fell into a practised, rhythmic hush. This was the debut—the first time the world saw the "unified front" that had cost two empires a fortune and one very long night to construct. "Congratulations, Mr. Smith, Mr. Vance!" The head of security beamed, bowing slightly as we passed the mahogany desk. "Wishing you a lifetime of happiness, sirs," a receptionist chimed in, her eyes darting to the matching gold bands. "Thank you. Get the Sterling files to my office," he clipped out. "Thank you, Janet. The flowers in the lobby are a lovely touch. Though, perhaps a bit much for a funeral, don't you think?" The receptionist’s smile faltered, but I was already stepping into the private executive elevator. The doors slid shut, sealing us in a box of brushed steel and suffocating silence. "A funeral, Christopher? Really?" he hissed, his voice echoing in the small space. "You couldn't manage
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Chapter: Are you gonna deny it?CHRISTOPHER The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows was offensive. Clothes were a trail of breadcrumbs leading from the door to the oversized mahogany desk and, eventually, to the rumpled expanse of the bed. I was already leaning against the marble kitchen island, wrapped in one of discarded silk robe.Xavier emerged from the bedroom a few moments later, looking infuriatingly composed for a man who had been undone only hours ago. He stopped when he saw me, his expression snapping back into that familiar, unreadable mask. "So," I started, my voice still raspy from the night before. "Let’s get the script out of the way, shall we? Is this the part where you look me in the eye and tell me last night was a momentary lapse in judgment ? " I set the mug down with a soft clink and leaned forward, my eyes dancing with mockery. "Are you going to call it a mistake, Xavier? Or are we going with 'stress-induced anomaly' today? I just want to make sure I have the right
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Chapter: New StartSHAWN Beep. Beep. Beep. "Shawn? Hey, don't try to move yet. Keep your eyes closed for a second." The world was a blurry smudge of white and chrome before settling on a familiar face. Mike was sitting in a rigid plastic chair next to the bed. His jaw was shadowed with heavy stubble, and his eyes were bloodshot. "Mike?" My throat felt like it was coated in sand. "What... where are we?" "Pack clinic," Mike muttered. He let out a long, ragged breath, running a hand over his face. "You skidded off Route 9. Wrapped your car right around an old oak. The medics said it’s a miracle you didn't break any bone in your body." "My car..." I blinked, trying to piece everything together. I remembered driving. I remembered the rain. "Did I... was I coming to visit you?" Mike froze. His hand stopped halfway down his face. "Shawn. What's the last thing you remember?" Before I could answer, the door of the clinic room swung open. A man stepped inside. He was huge—easily six-foot-three—
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Chapter: Revoked DeadlineSHAWN "Tell him I’ll be there by dawn!" The words tear out of my throat, raw and breathless, echoing off the walls of my dark bedroom. "Shawn?" Mike’s voice crackles through the speaker. In the background, I can hear the distant, haunting howl of a wolf piercing the night air. It makes the hairs on my arms stand up. "Are you driving? It’s a four-hour trip from your hometown. You won't make it by dawn if you're just starting now." "I'll drive like hell, Mike! Just stop him!" I yell, my hands shaking so badly. "Tell him to put the dagger down. Tell him I’m coming back to the pack house. Just... don't let him break it." "He's not listening to me, Shawn," Mike grunts. "He’s locked himself in the clearing by the old ritual stone. His Alpha aura is so volatile right now that the younger pack members can't even get within fifty yards of him without choking. I’m trying to bridge the gap, but he’s blocked me out." "Tell him anyway!" I grab my car keys off the nightstand, sprinting
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Chapter: ULTIMATUMSHAWN I stared at Mike’s contact name. He is my best friend, but he is also the new Alpha of the pack. Calling him right now feels like crossing a line. Either way, I press dial. "Shawn? Hey, man," Mike’s voice finally cuts through the line. "Everything okay? It's late." "No," I choke out. I press the heel of my palm into my forehead, trying to steady my breathing. "No, Mike, everything is completely messed up. Your uncle is out of his mind." "What did Kane do?" Mike’s tone dropped. "He gave me an ultimatum," I say, the words tasting like copper in my mouth. "One week. He sent a text saying that if I don't come to the pack house in seven days, he’s going to reject the bond. Mike, can he even do that? Can he just break it?" "Yeah," Mike says quietly. "He can. It’s rare, and it tears a piece of your soul out, but an Alpha has enough willpower to sever a fated bond if the rejection is absolute. Shawn... he’s completely miserable." "So he's punishing me?" I shouted at absolu
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Chapter: One week and we're doneSHAWN I'm still fuming as I stare at Kane's message. A part of me wants to lash out, to tell him he has no idea what I've been through. But another part... another part remembers the way he looked at me, the way he made me feel like I was the only person in the world. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. It's been a month since I asked for time. A month since I walked away from the pack, from Kane. I've been trying to process everything, to wrap my head around the fact that I'm mated to a werewolf – a man who's decades older than me. Kane's 40, I've just turned 25. He was a pack alpha, a leader. And I'm... well, I'm just a human, trying to figure out my place in this crazy world. I glance back at my phone, at the messages we've been exchanging. It's been a rollercoaster of emotions, but being apart from Kane... it's been hard. My thumb hovers over the screen as I type out a response. "So what did you mean?" I ask, my tone softer now. The dots appear, and I wait, my
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Chapter: What do I really want?SHAWN One minute I’m sitting on my bed, still in yesterday’s clothes, staring at nothing in particular and the next, I’m waking up to sunlight cutting through the curtains and a dull heaviness sitting behind my eyes. For a second, everything feels normal. Then it comes back.The pack. The bond. Kane. I exhale slowly, dragging a hand over my face before reaching for my phone on the nightstand. A notification blinks on the screen. Mike. " I know you left.Just… whatever you decide, I'm on your side." I drop the phone back onto the bed and lean against the headboard, staring at the ceiling. “Of course you are,” I mutter under my breath. No pushing—just standing there, waiting for you to figure your own mess out.That was Mike. I don’t know what I’m deciding between. Walking away should be simple. Stay here. Go back to normal. Pretend none of this exists. I lean against the window frame. Maybe Mike’s right. Maybe this isn’t something I can just ignore until it goes aw
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Chapter: You let him leave?KANE I felt him leave.The noise from his room was enough to tell me he was packing. I chose not to intervene. By the time I stepped into the hallway, his scent was already fading from the space he’d occupied, replaced by the cold stillness of the room. No goodbye. No explanation. I didn’t alert the pack. This wasn’t something I could hand off like a patrol route. This was mine. I stepped outside and followed what remained of him—faint traces and disrupted gravel.I kept my distance. Far enough that he wouldn’t hear me, wouldn’t sense me watching. He slowed when the trees came into view. He stopped at the boundary. It was the same place he turned back yesterday. I stayed behind the tree line. He stood there longer this time. A part of me thought that he might choose to turn around, walk back, and give himself more time before making a decision he didn’t fully understand. He stepped over. Every instinct I had pushed forward—close the distance, stop him, pull him ba
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Chapter: Morning AfterELIOT The scent of sex, mixed with the musky pheromones of our sweat and the lingering trace of fluids on the sheets, hung heavy in the air. The sheer comfort of his hard member pressing idly against my rear in his sleep made the thought of moving from this warmth torturous. A glance at the digital clock on the nightstand confirmed it was already past six, and my first lecture of the day was scheduled for eight thirty.Carefully, almost breathlessly, I began the agonizing process of pulling myself away from his heavy warmth. I gritted my teeth, a low gasp escaping my lips as the sudden movement sent a sharp, liquid reminder of his completion from last night trickling down my thigh. The hot stream from the faucet did little to wash away the phantom ache of him, but the humid sanctuary of the bathroom shattered the moment the door clicked open. Caleb’s massive, muscular frame pressed directly against my bare back, pinning me tightly against the edge of the marble vanity. "Goin
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Chapter: Make me forgetELIOT The tears burning my eyes weren't enough. The weeping wasn't enough. The agony of the last months had left a starving void inside my chest, and looking at Caleb through a blur of tears didn't make him feel real. The grief twisted into something feral. I didn't want his pity. I needed his skin. With raw hunger, I lunged forward.The vulnerability vanished, masked by a raging, desperate hunger. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and hauled him down to me, my mouth crashing onto his with a bruising, frantic intensity. I bit his lower lip, drawing a sharp gasp from him, using the opening to thrust my tongue into his mouth. I needed to taste the heat of him, to feel the exact weight of his chest crushing mine, to anchors myself in the reality that he was actually here, remembering me. "Eli—" he gasped against my mouth, but I drowned out his voice with another suffocating kiss. My hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer as if I could absorb his very essence into th
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Chapter: Back to being mineCALEB By nine o’clock, I was standing in the shadows of Eliot’s front porch, the heavy fabric of a dark hoodie pulled up to obscure my face. The neighbourhood was dead quiet save for the occasional cars driving by. "You shouldn't have come," he whispered. I stepped straight over the threshold, forcing him to backtrack into the foyer as I shut the heavy door behind me. "I told you I’d be here at nine, Eliot," I muttered. "And I don't break my promises." Eliot was in pyjamas,the material hugging him in the right places.The dimly lit living room masked him in a sexy orange hue. Just like a moth drawn to a light,I drifted to his bedroom.The velvet bed carpet, the king bed in the middle. " Come here ,Eliot." Without hesitation, he walked towards me,his shadow reaching before him.He stopped right in front of me.I pulled him by his wrist, settling him on my thighs. The scent of his bodywash driving me into a frenzy. "Why didn't you resist?" I rasped on his neck. "Would y
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Chapter: I'm backCALEB I waited ten minutes into the lecture before pushing the heavy wooden doors open.I walked past my usual row, marched straight down to the very front of the theatre, and pulled out a chair. I sat down, slung my arms back, and stared at him. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Foster," Eliot murmured. "Traffic was brutal, Professor," I replied smoothly, a dark smile tugging at my lips. "Don't let me interrupt." For the next fifty minutes,my eyes were never off him. Every time Eliot faced the class, my gaze was waiting. He tried to look away, but his eyes kept snapping back to me. When the clock hit noon and the class cleared out, I stayed pinned to my seat. Once the heavy door clicked shut, Eliot slowly lowered his head, gripping the edges of the podium. When he finally looked up, his armour was completely gone. "What do you want, Mr Foster ?" "I was just thinking about my essay topic, Professor," I replied. "I want to write about boundaries. About how a space can change d
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Chapter: Back in the castCALEB The two-lecture hiatus felt like an eternity. The room filled up around me. The usual chatter of students talking about their weekend plans bounced off the concrete walls, but I couldn't focus on any of it. My eyes were locked on the heavy wooden door at the front of the room. When the door finally pushed open, the room went entirely quiet in my head. Professor Ward walked in,he was leaning heavily on a pair of sleek, black forearm crutches, his left leg encased in a thick, orthopaedic walking cast. A collective murmur passed through the classroom. "Good morning," Ward said, his voice tightly controlled as he navigated the narrow space behind his podium. He propped the crutches against the wall and carefully shifted his weight, a sharp grimace flashing across his face . "Open your texts." I stared at the black cast on his leg. My vision suddenly swam, the bright fluorescent lights of the lecture hall blurring into a dizzying smear of colours. The sound of rustlin
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Chapter: Missing piecesCALEB I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the printout the hospital administrator had handed my mom. It listed my intake details from the night of the crash. Right there, under Emergency Contact, it didn't say Mom or Dad. It wasn't Miller, my hockey co-captain. It said Eliot Ward. " Why the hell was my English professor the first person the hospital called?" When I asked my parents, they just shrugged. They figured Professor Ward was my academic advisor, or maybe he just happened to be nearby when the ambulance arrived. But it didn't make sense. I’m a senior. I know who my advisor is, and it isn't the guy who teaches the Senior Seminar. Besides, Miller told me Ward stayed at the hospital until four in the morning. Professors don't do that.Not even for the star of the hockey team. I wanted to see his face when I thanked him. I wanted to see if he’d drop a hint about what I was missing. But he just stood there behind his desk. Now, sitting in his Monday morning class,
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