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008: JERK

Author: Whitney Bridge
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-20 17:16:37

ARYA

I screwed up. This realization gnawed at my insides, making me feel sick to my stomach.

Desperation had gotten the best of me, forcing me to drug myself just to have my master cornered in a web of vulnerability. But it was too late now. I couldn't take back the words I'd just uttered.

"How do you know about the moonstone?" Alpha Daxton's grip on my hand tightened as the words escaped his lips.

"You haven't given me an answer," I blinked in an attempt to clear the blur in my vision.

He went silent for a moment, his chest heaving. The words rumbled from his chest when he spoke again.

"I'm not a thief."

Jerk.

How could he have defeated the purpose of the drug?

Or perhaps was it not as potent as I'd thought?

"Liar," I spat, and my master closed his eyes, bringing a hand to the back of my head.

"Is the poison lethal?" he whispered, and I nearly scoffed.

"No. Why?"

He released a heavy sigh.

"It would have been nice to die together like this." his words slurred, thick with exhausti
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    ARYA Alarms went off in my head, and my panic levels shot through the roof. But before I could say anything to keep the situation in control, the line went dead. Overcome with a rage so hot, it scorched my insides, I kicked Daxton in the shin, hard. If it caused him any pain, he did not show it. Instead, he pulled the phone away from my ear with a bored expression on his face. "I guess Lover Boy got impatient and maybe...pissed." Right then, I thought of my relationship with Theron. At first, it had been rocky, especially since I had no memory of our previous years together. But he'd been patient with me, even when I'd pushed him away. He was the only family I had. The only man who truly understood me. Without him, I wouldn't have become the powerful, affluent woman: Rhea Stone. I'd thrown away everything. I'd thrown away my peace, my future, and my life for this creature in front of me. And suddenly I regretted it. I regretted leaving the bar with him. "Get your hands off me," I

  • The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis    70: HAVE YOU BEEN STALKING ME?

    ARYA Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of the scars hidden beneath his tattoos. They were from stab wounds. I didn't know how I was able to tell. But I could. Images of my dream from earlier flashed in my mind, nausea sweeping through me. My hands were trembling so hard now, and before I could pull myself together, I was already sobbing hard, my knees giving out. I couldn't understand what was happening to me at that moment. My chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself, and I couldn't breathe. There were emotions twisting in my heart, invisible knives stabbing my insides. Guilt, terror and an overwhelming sadness. They surged inside of me, hot tears rolling down my cheeks. Daxton must've thought I was going crazy. I could see the panic in his eyes as he slid his shirt back on and rushed to my side, kneeling beside me. I clawed at my chest, unable to breathe. Everything was spinning, but somehow I could still hear his voice. "Breathe, angel. Breathe. You're okay."

  • The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis    69: HOW CLICHE

    DAXTON I groaned, tilting my head backwards as I sank deeper into the bathtub. I was rock hard. Ever since I saw her again earlier in the bathroom, I couldn't get her off my mind. Even now, I could still smell her. I wrapped my fingers around my cock, massaging as I pictured her wet heat clamping around me. I could almost feel her hard nipples brushing against my chest. And her moans...shit. "Fuck," I groaned, my abdomen tightening as an orgasm ripped through me. This wasn't just about lust. Every inch of me burned with a hunger I couldn't quench, one that wasn't only physical. I sighed. Nothing was helping. Nothing could ever beat the thrill of the real deal. I stepped out of the tub, cleaning myself up. Loosely tying the sash of my bathrobe around my waist, I headed towards my bedroom, drying my hair with a towel. The screen of my phone lit up then, and my heart skipped a beat. Another message from Arya. It read: 'Have you heard anything about the moonstone before?' My e

  • The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis    68: PIECE BY PIECE

    ARYA I had sensed this before. Still, I had shrugged it off because I wasn't sure. But now, I was certain. This man had a mission. And that mission was me. I wouldn't be surprised if he had been stalking me. He didn't exactly look like Mr Goody Two Shoes. Even so, whatever it was he wanted from me, I was more than willing to frustrate and make him wish he'd never placed a target on my back. I turned towards the mirror, schooling my expression. "This is the women's restroom." He stepped in anyway. "And yet, here I am." "What do you want?" I deadpanned. He stepped closer. And that goddamn enticing scent of his flooded my nostrils. It was more than just strange that there was another man's scent that topped my fiancé's. Theron had once explained that among werewolves, the females were more attracted to the scent of their fated mates. If that was so, was there a chance that Theron had lied about being my mate? No. What the heck am I thinking? Daxton was the problem. "I w

  • The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis    67: VAGUELY POETIC

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  • The Tribrid Alpha’s Nemesis    66: PHANTOM PAIN

    DAXTON I woke up screaming. My lungs burned like I'd swallowed fire, and my chest...hell, my chest felt like it had split open again. I pressed my hand to it, gasping and trembling. But there was no blade or blood. My fingers drifted down my abdomen, tracing invisible lines across the tattoos I'd had inked over the scars. Intricate black swirls stretched over my neck, my chest and my torso, to hide the carnage. It's been three years. Three years since I awoke from a yearlong coma, gasping for air. Three years since she disappeared. I'd moved from Portland to Los Angeles, and in the process, I'd searched for her ceaselessly. My firecracker. I didn't want to believe that she was dead, not when there was no corpse to bury. They told me I was lucky to be alive. They said I'd survived something no one else could. But they didn't know what it meant to wish you hadn't. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet meeting the cold marble floor of the penthouse. I reached

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