PUCKING MY EX BOYFRIEND RIVAL FOR REVENGE

TANYA'S POV"I’m so sorry, I didn't know what came over me, I just..."Tears lined my face. I loved him too much and too well. "Kenny..." I whispered. "We're done! Let's break the fuck up!""Tanya, I......""Don't call my name!" I snapped at him and stormed out of the hotel. Jess and Gina are now looking for me."Mrs Big Belly has found out." Gina said impatiently. "She's asking of you and..."But I shushed them up and left."Fuck everything!"I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, climbed a few fences before sneaking out of the schoolcompound.It was a painful walk through the thorns beside the school wall. But I didn't mind it because the pain in my chest was greater.Kenneth took my virginity; he told me a lot of things and a lot of promises I held on to, till now. "How did things turn out this way?"I walked through my sadness until I got to a local bar.Something greater than me pushed me to let my hair down, so I'd look more like an adult than a student of just 19 y

TANYA'S POVI stared at Lara, my former best friend, the girl who had just hours ago been on her knees for my boyfriend. And now she had the audacity to stand here, judging me?"Get out of my way, Lara," I said through gritted teeth.She laughed, that high pitched fake laugh she used when she wanted to sound superior. "Or what? You'll tell Kenneth? Oh wait, he already knows you're a slut who opens her legs for anyone."My hand moved before my brain could stop it. The slap echoed through the night air, and Lara stumbledbackward, holding her cheek in shock."You bitch!" she screamed."Me? I'm a bitch?" I stepped closer, my wolf pushing forward, making my eyes glow crimson. "You sucked off my boyfriend in a toilet, and I'm the bitch?"Lara's eyes widened with fear. She'd never seen my wolf before; none of them had. And now that she was here, she was angry."Tanya, your eyes...""Shut up." My voice came out deeper, my wolf speaking through me. "You wanted Kenneth so badly? You can have h

TANYA'S POVThe boardroom smelled like old wood and money. Not the nice, lived-in kind. This was the stiff, polished version that made the air feel heavy, like the walls themselves were listening and judging. Dark panels on every side. A long table built for way more people than the five sitting behind it right now. Two empty chairs on our side. One of them was mine, and I'd been stuck in it for eleven minutes. I only knew because of the clock above their heads. I'd been watching the second hand crawl instead of looking at any of their faces. Looking at them meant remembering exactly how I'd ended up here, four days after the worst birthday I'd ever had, about to talk through a night I was still trying to shove into some back corner of my head.The Beta in the middle, fifties, grey hair that probably came from years of sitting in rooms like this, flipped a page and glanced up."Miss Davis," he said. "Walk us through the start of the evening."So I did. I'd rehearsed the whole thing at

GIDEON’S POVThe drive back from the Blackwood Forest was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. True to my word, I didn’t say a thing. I kept my eyes on the road, my hands gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned under my palms. Beside me, Tanya was a statue of ice and silent fury. Her scent, that intoxicating mix of winter air, spice, and the faint, sweet trail of the night we’d shared, was thick in the cabin of the Jeep, suffocating me.I turned to look at her for a split second, and even though I didn't have specific words in my head to say, I wanted to speak to her. But I had to be a man of my word, so I didn't. When I pulled up to the curb of the girls’ dormitory, I didn't even have the chance to put the car in park before she was out the door. She didn't look back. She didn't say thank you. She just limped toward the entrance with her head held high, a Crimson wolf who had just stared down the Queen of the North and won.I watched her until the heavy oak door

GIDEON’S POVThe heavy oak doors of the lecture hall creaked as I shoved them open, the sound echoing through the tiered room. Every head snapped in my direction. The air was thick with the scent of old paper, floor wax, and the nervous sweat of fifty different wolves. I didn't slow down. I didn't look at the rows of students staring at me. I just kept my eyes on the back row, my boots thudding against the carpeted floor with a steady, arrogant rhythm.I walked right past the podium where Professor Halloway was standing. He was a tall, spindly man with thinning grey hair and a permanent scowl that made him look like he’d just sucked on a lemon. He was a Beta from one of the lesser packs, a man who lived for rules and rubrics.I didn't even glance at him as I passed.“Mr. Hemisphere!” Halloway’s voice cracked through the room, sharp and indignant. It wasn't normal that he would call me like he was speaking to my father, but I didn't mind at all. I stopped about three steps past him