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Collision Course
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2026-03-27 22:31:38
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Fated to my Alpha nemesis Watching him watch
Zero.The word doesn’t land. It detonates.The room fractures into sound.Howls rip through the ceiling. Glass clinks. Someone whoops loud enough to shake the chandeliers. The floor trembles beneath a hundred stamping feet.Blue Moon.And then the softer sounds begin.Laughter folding into laughter.Breath catching.Fabric shifting.The unmistakable hush of lips finding lips.It’s tradition.When the countdown ends, you kiss the person you want Moon to witness you with.Claimed or not.Mated or not.Serious or not.For luck. For promise. For show.For something.My eyes are still closed.And he is kissing me.His mouth isn’t urgent.It doesn’t crash into mine.It rests there first.Warm. Steady.Like he’s giving me time to stop him.I don’t.The crowd swells again, couples turning into silhouettes behind my eyelids. I can hear the smiles in their kisses. Hear the way some of them laugh into each other’s mouths.For me though, this doesn’t feel like laughter.It feels deliberate.His h
Fated to my Alpha nemesis Zero
Bailey isn’t here. She's not meant to. Which means I’m standing alone in a room full of people who would notice if I disappeared for the wrong reasons. I stay near the sidelines, careful to keep my distance from trouble. Trouble meaning stepping too close to the wrong people. And the wrong people being everyone in this building except Cole and my parents. It’s no secret that Alpha Sirius and the Delta pair never supported their Beta adopting a human girl. The Were Council — who I prefer to call the Grey Beards, not because they all possess outrageously long beards or anything — had openly criticized Mum and Dad for their “decisions” during one of the gatherings. The Were Council, who governed what happened beyond the Park borders, settled disputes, approved bloodline unions, sanctioned wars, apparently had opinions about me. I was nine. Too young to fully understand Councilman Mortius’ words. Old enough to feel the weight of them. Cole explained it to me later. His parent
Fated to my Alpha nemesis Collision Course
Damon has never let a slight go unpunished. Which means I’m either already dead… or something is very, very wrong. By noon, Damon should have humiliated me. At least twice. He hadn’t even looked at me. I keep glancing over my shoulder, half convinced I woke up in some parallel universe where Damon wasn’t— —Damon. Bailey is saying something beside me, but I’m only half listening. Because Geography came and went. And Damon wasn’t leaning against the lockers outside the classroom. He’s always there. Always. Right where the hallway narrows so I have to brush past him. Right where he can murmur something to ruin my day under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear and quiet enough that no one else does. Today? Empty wall. No lazy, infuriating “Micaela.” Just lockers. And my own reflection looking mildly unhinged. Then in class— Nothing. No paper balls hitting the back of my head. No chair nudged forward to clip my ankles when I stood up. No low commentary on hum
Fated to my Alpha nemesis Handcuffs and bedposts
What are you doing?Somewhere in the back of my mind, a small, rational voice tries to break through.My fingers grow bolder.They trace a slow path across his shoulder, up the side of his throat, along the sharp line of his jaw.His breathing changes.I hear it.Feel it.The low growl building in his chest vibrates beneath my palms.His chest rises faster now. Heavier.I shift, trying to tangle my fingers in his hair.He notices.And in one swift movement, he flips us.Suddenly I’m beneath him.The mattress dips under his weight.Before I can catch a proper breath, he’s kissing me again.Desperately.Like a man starved.You’re supposed to hate him.His hands slide along my sides, firm but not painful, sending sparks across my skin that make it impossible to think straight.Heat coils low in my stomach.My mind goes foggy.Like years of rivalry and tension collapsing into this one reckless moment.My fingers fist into the thick locks of his hair, pulling him closer without meaning to.
Fated to my Alpha nemesis My body is the biggest traitor in existence
I look up at the tree, confirming it’s close enough to the window that I can slip inside without too much trouble. I rub my palms together for friction, then place my hands against the rough bark. I climb. Foot. Hand. Foot. Hand. Foot. Hand. The bark scratches my skin, flakes catching beneath my nails. I ignore it. I reach the branch that stretches toward the window and allow myself a small, victorious smile. Stealthily, I shimmy along it. For a split second, dread flickers through me. What if the window is locked and this entire plan falls apart? I’d been banking on him being too careless to lock it. And he was. I test it. It's opened. A quiet breath leaves me as I push the glass up slowly and slip inside. My feet hit the floor with a dull thud. I go still. The sound echoes louder in my head than it should. I strain for movement. For breathing shifts. For anything. Nothing. Slowly, I tiptoe toward where I assume the bed is. The room would be completely dark if not
Fated to my Alpha nemesis A Spectacle of My Own Making
The first time I saw the Tule Dance, I was seven. I fell in love with the performance immediately and wanted to participate the very next year.Mum said I was too young and not yet developed enough, so I waited.When I turned twelve, I asked again. After a lot of begging and convincing, I was allowed to participate.I have participated in the dance every year since then, and although Damon has strongly antagonized against it, he was never able to create a situation severe enough to force me to forfeit.I was careful.I head toward where the girls agreed we’d meet, the ruined attire draped over my left arm.I can feel their eyes on me immediately. Curious. Questioning. Probably wondering why I haven’t changed yet.Rhoda walks up to me, a mix of confusion and irritation in her gaze. As head of the group, it’s her responsibility to make sure we’re ready before we’re called out.There are eight of us in total. Including me. And I seem to be the last to arrive.“Why aren’t you dressed yet?
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