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Shaking
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2026-05-03 05:28:53
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Fated to my Alpha nemesis I wouldn't get Jealous
Damon doesn't move a muscle.His eyes remain on mine.I tilt my head slightly, just enough to see who just entered the room.I don’t recognize her at first.But there’s something about her that tugs at the edges of memory.Long blonde waves spill over her shoulders as she steps in, blue eyes sweeping across the room as though the destruction here is nothing more than decor.Her gaze lands on Damon.Then on me.And stays there.A beat too long.Unabashedly.Her gaze is sharp in a way that feels practiced rather than powerful.A smile curves her lips.Wide.Carefully composed.The kind of smile that looks polite until you notice the teeth behind it.“Did I interrupt something?” she asks lightly. “This is the time of the meeting, isn't it?”Only then does Damon shift his attention.Not quickly.He doesn't seem startled by this woman's presence.At her voice, his attention redirects, like I had never been the center of his focus at all.And something about that makes me despise this woman
Fated to my Alpha nemesis Just stupid
“Well…” she says carefully. “He is not in a very good mood.”I turn to Coby and tell him I'd be back as soon as I can to finish up his crown.He nods absently, too invested in weaving the poppies into something that would hold.I don’t ask any more questions.Emory doesn’t offer any more answers.We walk down the corridors in complete silence.The quiet presses in, thick and watchful.My steps seem awfully loud as they contrast the quiet hum of the evening.My steps slow slightly as we approach the study doors.The doors are open.Not just open though. They were left open.Something in my chest tightens.Emory stops a few steps behind me.She doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t need to. She would not go in.Something tells me it is more out of fear than respect.I push the door open the rest of the way and step inside.The first thing I notice—is the silence. Heavy and pressing.It seems to have followed me through my journey from the gardens and into Damon's study.After that, the damage
Fated to my Alpha nemesis The discovery of a poppy flower
I walk down the corridor that leads to the kitchens.I need some water and food in my stomach as soon as possible.Whatever Dorion used to stabilize me has left me feeling extremely dehydrated and famished.I woke up earlier in the Alpha suite—not even sure when I had drifted off—and was met with an empty room.It’s becoming concerning, the number of times I’ve passed out in the last month.I wasn’t a sickly female.I open the door to the kitchen and am assaulted with the scent of whatever Georgia is making.Warm. Rich. Comforting in a way that settles something restless in my chest.It reminds me of those times when Mum would make dinner for us and I’d help her out with the little stuff.The memory sends a pang through my chest. I don’t linger on it.It has been the only way I can cope with everything going on.By dealing only with what is in the moment.“Goddess…” I say, pushing away these thoughts, my mouth already watering at the scent that permeates the kitchen. “That smells divi
Fated to my Alpha nemesis Tear drop
Damon doesn’t slow. The world blurs past in streaks of stone and shadow, the air sharp against my wet face. My body feels too heavy. Too light. I don’t know where we are until we stop. A door slams open. “Dorion.” Damon’s voice cuts through everything—sharp, leaving no room for refusal. There’s movement. The rustle of fabric. A chair scraping back. “For the Goddess’ sake, you can’t just—” the healer starts, irritation clear, “I was in the middle of—” Then he stops. Silence. I don’t have to see him to feel the shift when he finally looks at me. “Put her down.” The irritation is gone from his voice. Flattened into something quieter. Damon lowers me onto something soft—a bed, I think. My body sinks into it without resistance. I’m still shaking. Still crying. It won’t stop. It won’t stop. “Move,” Dorion says, already there, hands firm but not rough as they turn my face toward the light. His fingers press against my wrist. Then my throat. He doe
Fated to my Alpha nemesis Shaking
If Dad could see me right now, he’d probably be disappointed. All those years of training, and here I am—panting like a dying animal after a few rounds of sparring. But the truth is— Dad didn’t train me for this. Whatever this is. He trained me to anticipate rhythm. To understand my opponent’s rhythm, memorize it, then break it. Cole taught me the same. So did Mason. Well… in his own way. But Damon— Damon is trying to override all of that. His movements make no sense. No pattern. No consistency. Or maybe there is one— And it changes every second. Either way, I’m left trying to retrace my steps, forcing my body to adjust while I’m already moving, already reacting. It’s exhausting. Frustrating. And every second of training with Damon forces me to consider something I don’t want to admit— That I might fail this trial. That I might not become Luna. That I might not be able to liberate the humans. That I might fail every single person who thought I could be their s
Fated to my Alpha nemesis You are dead now
He doesn’t move immediately. Just watches me for a second too long. Then he pushes off the wall. “Your guard is terrible,” he says flatly. Like he’s not starting a conversation. Just stating a fact. His gaze doesn’t leave mine. “Five days,” he continues, quieter now. “And you still can’t tell when you’re not alone.” I fold my arms, ignoring the way my pulse picks up. “Five days,” I echo. “And you weren’t here for any of them.” I pause, shooting daggers at him. “So forgive me if I didn’t train myself to your standards.” I let that sit. Then tilt my head slightly. “Or…” I say, voice edged with something sharper, “is criticism the only part of training you’re good at?” I barely finish the sentence— Before he moves. There is no warning. No shift in posture. One second he’s there— The next— My body reacts too late. His hand snaps out, knocking my arms apart before I can even register the movement. My balance falters, weight shifting wrong— And then his foot hooks behind
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 w
Fated to my Alpha nemesis Controlled Chaos
I scrub my hands longer than necessary.The sink squeaks when I turn it off.I count to ten before I reach for his door.He hates when I knock before entering his room.I do it anyway.I wait a second before turning the knob and stepping inside.There’s a bottle of sanitizer on the table by his cot
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 h
Fated to my Alpha nemesis Uninvited guest
I watch as the car pulls up to the curb.I leave my bedroom window and rush downstairs, taking a steadying breath before opening the front door.Cole remains in the driver’s seat, waiting.He’s been driving Talia and me to school ever since he got his license three years ago. Even after graduating,
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