OFF THE ICE,STILL RIVALS
Adrian Kessaro and Elliot Sorelli were sworn enemies. Vowed to crush each other on the ice, their bitter rivalry was absolute. But when their parents unexpectedly married, the two rivals were slapped with a new reality: stepbrothers forced under the same roof.
That night, trapped in the narrow hallway of their shared house, the atmosphere turned electric. Adrian slammed his hand against the wall, trapping Elliot between the hard wood and his broad chest.
"You've been pushing my buttons all day, Sorelli," Adrian murmured, his dark eyes burning with raw, unvarnished intensity. "Is that how eager you are to get my attention?"
Elliot tilted his chin up, his gaze cold, unwavering, and sharp. "In your dreams, Kessaro. Why on earth would I want your attention?"
"Because you love it," Adrian sneered softly, leaning down until their faces were inches apart.
"I hate you," Elliot spat, his chest heaving against Adrian's.
"Your mouth says that," Adrian whispered, his hand sliding up Elliot's neck, his thumb pressing lightly against his pulse point, "but your body seems to react to my touch."
Adrian leaned in closer, his hot breath brushing over the shell of Elliot's ear, sending a sudden spike of tension straight through the air between them.
"Tell me, Sorelli..." Adrian growled, his voice dropping into a dangerous whisper. "Do you hate me, or do you want me deep inside you?"
Elliot and Adrian had been rivals for as long as they could remember, but everything changed when Maria and Richard got married. Just like that, they became stepbrothers and roommates, constantly competing against each other as a high-stakes bet draws them closer than they could ever imagine.
When hatred bleeds into obsession, and a game for dominance threatens to break them both—who will be the first to surrender?
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Chapter: sevenCHAPTER 7: ADRIAN'S POV My hand was still burning where I had touched his.I leaned against the sink in the downstairs bathroom, gripping the porcelain until my knuckles turned white, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My jaw was clenched so tight my teeth ached.He hadn't even flinched, not even a bit.I had given him everything, walked down the stairs bare-chested, crowded his space, placed my hand over his, and whispered right into his ear. Any normal person would have at least blinked, pulled away, or shown a second of hesitation. But Elliot Sorelli had just sat there, looking at me like I was an annoying bug he wanted to swat off his laptop screen.You're trying way too hard, captain.His cold, mocking words echoed in my ears, making my blood boil. He thought it was a cheap routine. He thought I was just putting on an act to steal his focus.He had no idea that touching his skin had almost made my own chest explode. He had no idea that when I leaned down, smelling the clean
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Chapter: SixCHAPTER 6: ELLIOT'S POVThe entire arrangement was completely absurd.I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop open, staring at video footage of our upcoming opponent’s defensive line, but I hadn't absorbed a single thing in twenty minutes.A surrender bet, a game where the first person to fall in love loses everything.It was ridiculous, childish, and completely insane. The very thought of falling in love with Adrian Kessaro, a loud, impulsive, hot-headed brute who had tormented me for fifteen years was mathematically impossible. I didn't love him, I hated him. I hated the way he breathed, the way he occupied space, and the arrogant, smirk filled look he gave me every time he thought he had the upper hand.I wasn't going to let his childish games distract me. I wanted that captaincy, and if playing Adrian's stupid, twisted mind game was what it took to make him step down, I was going to win. I just needed to stay detached, stay focused, and let his own recklessness ruin him.The ba
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Chapter: FiveCHAPTER 5: ADRIAN The screech of rubber blades on wet ice echoed through the arena, but all I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears. During our three-on-three scrimmage, Elliot had completely ignored my call on the left wing. Instead of passing to me, he pulled the puck back, executed a tight drag, and took a shot himself. It hit the crossbar and bounced out, giving the opposition an easy breakaway. The moment Coach blew the whistle, I skated right up to him, digging my blades into the ice so hard a spray of frost kicked up over his skates. "I was wide open on the flank, Sorelli!" I yelled, pulling my helmet off and shoving it under my arm. "You pass the puck when the captain calls for it!" Elliot didn't even blink. He unclipped his chin strap, his dark eyes cool and utterly unimpressed. "Your defender was trailing two feet behind you. If I passed, it would have been intercepted. My shot was the higher percentage play." "You missed!" I roared, taking a step closer. "You c
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Chapter: FourCHAPTER 4: ELLIOT "You can't be serious, Mom." I stood in the center of the spacious, open-concept living room, staring at my mother in complete disbelief. The house was a modern two-story property located just ten minutes from the team's arena and training facility. High ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, brand-new hardwood—it was objectively stunning. But the sight of Adrian Kessaro leaning against the kitchen island, looking just as furious as I felt, completely ruined the view. "I am entirely serious, Elliot," my mother said firmly, crossing her arms as she looked between the two of us. "Your father and I bought this house for the two of you. It's close to the rink, it's fully furnished, and it's where you will both be living for the upcoming season." "I have my own apartment, Mom," I said, my voice rising in panic. "I don't need a house. I can afford my own place. I am not living with him." "And I can buy my own damn house, Dad!" Adrian barked, slamming his hand onto the q
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Chapter: ThreeCHAPTER 3: ADRIAN The collar of my tuxedo felt like a wire wrapped around my throat. I stood at the front of the chapel, right beside my father, pulling subtly at my bow tie. The place was packed with family, friends, and half the coaching staff from our team. Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, making the whole setting look like something out of a fake, picture-perfect movie. "Fix your posture, Adrian," my dad whispered under his breath, leaning his head toward me while keeping a tight, nervous smile on his face. "And stop adjusting your tie. You look like you're about to jump out of your skin." "I'm fine," I muttered, locking my hands behind my back. In the front row, Mason and Jace were grinning like complete idiots. Mason caught my eye and gave me a ridiculous two-finger salute, mouthing, 'Look at the best man,' while Jace buried his face in his hands to stifle a laugh. On the opposite side of the aisle sat Noah Ellery, dressed in a sharp grey suit, looking c
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Chapter: TwoADRIAN'S POV I slammed the front door so hard the glass pane rattled in its frame. My knuckles were still raw from gripping my hockey stick during practice, but the stinging pain in my hands was nothing compared to the violent, chaotic noise tearing through my head. "You're home early," my father said, stepping out of the kitchen with a dish towel thrown over his shoulder. Richard Kessaro looked relaxed, a warm, soft smile resting on his face that made my stomach turn inside out. "How was practice? Did you and the team sort out the power play strategy?" "Practice was fine," I snapped, tossing my duffel bag onto the hardwood floor with a heavy thud. I ripped off my jacket, refusing to look him in the eye. "Until Elliot opened his mouth. The guy lives to ruin my day." My father sighed, setting the towel down on the back of the couch. "Adrian... sit down. We need to talk." Something in his tone made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It wasn't his sharp, coaching voice. It w
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The Lycan's plus size Queen
Vaelira Vespera has been treated as a maid in her home. Her mother, Matriarch Malia Vespera, favoured her sister Elodia above her and made no effort to hide it. The both of them made her life miserable, constantly telling her no one would want her for her large size. Vaelira endured all, hoping that on the appointed day her mate, Alpha Torren, one of the pack leaders, would take her and she would live a good life with him.
At the coming of age mating Ceremony of the Blood-Fang Pack, Vaelira dresses herself up expecting to be chosen. Instead, Alpha Torren publicly rejects Vaelira over her body type, taking her adoptive sister, Elodia, as his new Luna. To completely destroy her dignity, Torren offers her to the crowd, shouting that anyone who wants the "fat, worthless wolf" can take her.
"I formally reject Vaelira!" Torren yelled. "She is a burden to my pack. So I give her away! If any male in this room wants this fat, useless wolf, take her right now! Take her, feed her, or use her as a servant—I don't care! She is worth nothing!"
A stranger in ragged traveling clothes steps forward and offers to take her, but what no one knows is that he is Alpha Malakor, the powerful Lycan.
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Chapter: nineThe air in the study felt charged, humming with an electric warmth that made my skin prickle.I stood frozen against Malakor’s broad chest, my hand still resting trembling against the golden mark on my neck. The initial sharp sting of his fangs had faded, replaced by a deep, throbbing heat that seeped right into my pulse.It wasn't just a mark on my skin, I could feel him.A steady, comforting hum thrummed in the back of my chest, anchored directly to his heart. When his breathing slowed, a wave of calm washed over my own panicked nerves, dulling the sharp edges of my panic.We are bound, my inner wolf whispered, stirring gently beneath my ribs. In all my years, I had never felt so alive .I looked up into his face. The blinding, luminous gold in his eyes was slowly receding, melting back into his familiar warm amber. His large hands remained resting on my waist, keeping my broad frame anchored safely against him."Are you in pain?" Malakor asked, his voice low, rough, and laced with
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Chapter: chapter eightMy throat locked up. I stared at High King Malakor, my heart hammering like a trapped bird in my ribcage."Again ?" I choked out, trying to pull my hand back from his warm grip. "Your Majesty, I can't! I'm scared. I don't know anything about being a Queen, or a Luna, or... or anything in this palace!""What are you afraid of, Vaelira?" Malakor asked softly. He didn't let go of my hand. His hold was gentle, but completely unyielding."Everything!" Tears of overwhelming fear burned the back of my eyes. "What about my old pack? What about Torren? He rejected me in front of everyone. He made me the laughingstock of the territory. If he finds out—""Torren is a pathetic boy who threw away a treasure because he was too blind to see its worth," Malakor cut in, his voice dropping into a low, deadly rumble. "He chose your sister, he cast you out into the dark. You owe him nothing, you owe that wretched pack nothing."He took a step closer, towering over me. The heat radiating from his broad bo
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Chapter: sevenVaelira I didn't sleep a single second. I spent the entire night sitting on the edge of the massive, feather-soft bed, my knees pulled tightly against my chest. Every shadow on the wall looked like a crouching monster. Every creak of the heavy oak floorboards made my stomach twist into a knot. I kept waiting for someone to drag me back to the cold kitchen, or worse, to tell me the Lycan King’s mercy was all a sick joke. When the first morning light filtered through the velvet curtains, a soft, polite knock sounded at the door. I flinched, pulling the thick blanket up to my chin. "W-Who is it?" The heavy door creaked open. A young maid with a warm smile stepped inside, followed by two others carrying armfuls of silk, silver combs, and steaming brass pitchers of water. Outside in the hallway, two massive guards in black armor stood rigidly at attention, keeping their eyes trained on the corridor. "Good morning, my Lady," the head maid said, bowing her head deeply. "I am Sarah. Hi
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Chapter: sixMalakor's POV The heavy oak doors of my private study closed, shutting out the quiet hum of the palace corridors. I walked over to the stone hearth, unbuckling my broadsword and placing it on the rack beside the fire. The flames crackled, casting long, dancing shadows across the mahogany desk and the parchment maps spread across the table. Footsteps echoed from the far corner of the room. Kael, my right-hand man and chief commander, stepped out of the shadows. He bowed his head low, his dark leather armor worn from managing palace security while I was away inspecting the border posts. "You returned late, Your Majesty," Kael said respectfully. He looked at me with sharp, inquisitive eyes. "And the guards say you did not return alone." "I brought a guest," I replied, pouring two cups of warm spiced wine from the clay pitcher on my desk. I handed one to him. "She is staying in the grand suite." Kael took the cup, his dark eyebrows pulling together in immediate confusion. "A guest
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Chapter: FiveVaelira's POV My knees buckled. I stared at the man standing in front of me as my mind shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. The dusty brown cloak lay in the snow at his feet. Underneath it, his black tunic was stitched with silver thread, framing a broad chest and an intimidating, regal frame. The man who had held my chapped hand in the dark carriage wasn't a bandit. He wasn't a traveler. He was High King Malakor. The Lycan King. The supreme ruler of Volca-Crest. Around us, dozens of elite warriors clad in heavy black steel dropped to both knees. Their armor clanked loudly against the white marble courtyard, every single head bowed in absolute submission. Panic surged through me, hot and suffocating. I had spoken to him like an equal. I had complained, bitter and ungrateful, right to the face of the most powerful wolf alive. I scrambled backward, my knees hitting the freezing marble as I dropped into a desperate, messy bow. I pressed my face toward the ground, my body trem
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Chapter: FourShe hesitated, looking back at her mother, who was mouthing hateful words, and at Torren, who glared down at her with cold annoyance. She realized she had nothing left in this place but misery. Taking a shaky breath, Vaelira raised her hand and placed her rough fingers into my palm. The moment her skin touched mine, a sharp spark of raw energy surged straight up my arm, thrumming deep in my chest. My wolf stirred inside me, locking its focus entirely on her. I closed my fingers gently around hers—firm enough to let her know she was secure, but soft enough not to hurt her. "Let's go," I whispered. I turned, leading her down the aisle toward the heavy exit doors. "Stop right there!" Torren shouted from the stage, his voice laced with wounded pride. "You think you can just take her and walk away without paying respects to the Alpha?" I paused near the door, keeping my back to him. "You discarded her, Alpha," I said coldly, my tone leaving zero room for argument. "She is no longer
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