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50. Intense (Luke POV)
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We returned to the pack house, the front door creaking open as if announcing our presence to whoever was inside. I found Clay hunched over his desk in his office, consumed by some paperwork. The instant he sensed us, he looked up, his piercing brown eyes locking onto mine. I walked over and hugged him tightly. He reciprocated, leaning in to gently kiss the mark he'd given me. It was a sweet, simple act, but I couldn't help but notice Luke's reaction. "Whoa, okay... ummm," Luke stammered, shooting up from his seat on the couch as if jolted by an invisible electric current. Clay raised an eyebrow. "What?" Instead of answering, Luke turned to me. "Can I?" His voice was tinged with clear apprehension. Confused but trusting, I nodded. Luke leaned down and pressed his lips to my mark. The sensation was strange but not unpleasant, like an echo of my connection with Clay but with a different tone. Clay had a reaction much like Luke's earlier one. He abruptly stood up, his body language
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 52. On My Knees (Clay POV)
The door clicked shut behind Lexi, sealing off the space where a universe of unspoken tension hummed between Luke and me. I turned to face him, our eyes meeting in a collision of questions, denials, and suppressed desires. "Listen," I began, picking up my pen and redirecting my attention to the mountain of paperwork in front of me. "You do realize that my life isn't a perpetual holiday, right? I've got responsibilities. A pack to manage and guide. I can't just clock out in the middle of the day to figure out...whatever the hell this is. My time has to be spent wisely if we're going to restore this pack to what it should be." Luke moved deliberately, taking a seat across from me. He scanned the stack of papers before snatching up a few sheets. His eyes darted across the text, and he went into action, striking out lines and scribbling alternatives in the margins. He slid the papers back across the table. "There. That'll save you some time." "Thank you," I muttered, momentarily taken
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 53. A Blur (Luke POV)
Just as the words left my mouth, the door creaked open, and Clay walked in, looking a bit disheveled, his eyes glazed over as if he'd been wrestling with unseen forces. The timing was uncanny."See," I chuckled, locking eyes with Lexi for a moment before turning my attention to Clay."What?" Clay's brow furrowed, a perplexed look dancing across his face."I was just telling Lexi how surprised I was that you hadn't shown up yet. Perfect timing, isn't it?"Clay exhaled deeply, almost a groan. "I was actually hoping to get a bit more work done, but you two," he gestured vaguely between us, "are making it nearly impossible to concentrate."The atmosphere in the room was noticeable, a heavy blend of anticipation, anxiety, and a dash of something unnameable. Before I could talk myself out of it, the words burst forth from my lips: "Do you think things would get easier if I marked her as well?"The room went still, as if we'd all caught our collective breaths. My eyes darted between Lexi and
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 54. Change The Sheets (Clay POV)
Lying there, enveloped in a post-coital haze, the room pulsed with an ineffable warmth. Lexi was snuggled into my side, her head resting on my chest, while Luke's head found a home against the curve of my back. A cocoon of intertwined limbs and whispered affections, we were an image of unconventional love, and I felt a deep sense of gratitude saturate my bones. Love like this—complex, unscripted, real—was rare. I knew that, and I cherished it.Work, duties, the endless list of things yet to be done, all of it momentarily dimmed in the light of what I felt. My arms tightened instinctively around Lexi, and I felt Luke press closer against me in kind. The demands of the outside world seemed distant, and inconsequential compared to the beautiful complexity of the emotional landscape that spread before me.It dawned on me, then, just how many boundaries we had crossed, how many lines had been erased or redrawn in these few hours. There were emotional and physical territories ventured into
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 55. Impartial (Luke POV)
The tension in the office was still a vivid sensation on my skin as we stepped outside into the front yard. "How about we run all the way down to the treehouse?" I asked Lexi, trying to shift the mood.A genuine smile broke through her concerned expression. "Sounds perfect," she replied.I started to peel off my clothes, folding them neatly on the porch. My skin tingled in anticipation. Since being marked, this would be my first shift, and I had no idea what to expect.When my body finally gave way to the transformation, the intensity of it was beyond anything I had ever experienced.The sensation surged from the mark on my neck, a blazing cascade of pure emotion and raw physicality that rapidly expanded outward like wildfire. My bones cracked and reconfigured, muscles swelling and contracting in a frenzied dance. It was excruciating and euphoric in equal measure, a paradox of pain and pleasure that left me momentarily disoriented.But through it all, there was an undercurrent of some
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 56. Court (Clay POV)
My fingers drummed on the polished wood of the desk, each tap echoing the beat of my restless thoughts. Before me lay the treaty with the Rendon Pack. I had combed through its clauses and provisions, hunting for loopholes, uncertainties, any potential weakness that could unravel what we had so meticulously built. It wasn't just a piece of paper; it was the keystone for a peaceful future, mainly needed to calm Trevor down after he saw the mark on Luke's neck. My eyes skimmed the paragraphs again, but my thoughts were fractured, pulled in a different direction. A low-grade obsession gnawed at meWas this document truly foolproof? It needed to be. It had to secure the fragile peace we were so desperately clinging to, especially now, when Trevor's anger at Luke's mark was a ticking time bomb.A sudden rush of exhilaration coursed through me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I felt the sensation of paws pounding the earth, the wind slicing past fur. Luke was running. And interlaced with t
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 57. Minor Grievances (Lexi POV)
Luke walked into the room just as I was about to apply a second coat of mascara. His eyes locked onto mine through the mirror, and something in his gaze gave me pause. "Go with the waterproof mascara today," he advised softly."Why?" I tilted my head, intrigued but confused. "What should I expect?"His eyes searched mine before he spoke. "We're going to be in a room where people's personal problems, their grievances, and sins are laid bare for judgment. It gets emotionally charged."I paused, taking in his words. My mascara brush dangled from my fingertips. "So, we're going to be hearing people's personal issues and watching them get, what, sentenced?"He nodded. "In a manner of speaking, yes. It's part of what holds us together as a pack. We're a community, and like any community, there are rules. When you break them, you face consequences.""Consequences that are administered out in public?""Yes. Public accountability is key. But you may find some of the infractions minor, even tri
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 58. I Needed This (Luke POV)
The room was saturated with a solemnity that clawed at old wounds. The last time I was in a setting like this, my life had been dismantled, my identity as part of the pack revoked. I'd been ousted by my former pack, shunned by the very people who were supposed to be my family. The memory was a frigid gust, chilling my resolve, making the moment feel like an echo of a past I had tried to escape but never fully could. And then there was the treaty. My father had pushed me to sign it after kicking me out, and I'd laughed in his face, swearing that not even the devil himself could force my hand. Yet here I was, ink still fresh on the paper, having signed it at Clay's insistence. I was back in pack dynamics, and it gnawed at me, another tether to a past I was never sure I wanted to revisit. Lexi's presence next to me shifted subtly, and I felt her discomfort and surprise as her eyes fell on the holding cells. Oh, if she only knew the weight these walls and bars carried, the lives they had
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