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91~ We Rip His Throat Out

Zane's Point Of View I wanted to glare at him. Wanted to shove him away, to tell him to fuck off, to anything that would make me feel less exposed, less undone. But my body betrayed me, my muscles refusing to cooperate, my mind still hazy with the afterglow of pleasure. So all I could do was let him hold me, let him carry me, his arms cradling me against his chest like I was something precious.And god, I hated how good it felt.Ronan didn’t say anything as he walked, his strides long and confident, like he knew exactly where he was going. The academy loomed around us, the moonlight casting long, eerie shadows across the stone paths. I should’ve been embarrassed. Should’ve been mortified that he was carrying me like this, that I was letting him. But the way his arms held me, the way his heart beat steady and strong beneath my ear, it made me feel safe. And that terrified me more than anything else.We reached my dorm door too soon.Ronan set me down gently, his hands lingering on

92~ The Enchanted River

Zane's Point Of View The plateau was too quiet.The mist rising off the river coiled around my ankles like living smoke, cold and clinging. The water shimmered under the pale morning light, its surface deceptively calm, like glass hiding a blade beneath. My skin prickled just looking at it, the hum of magic in the air pressing against my bones, making my teeth ache. The instructors stood in a line along the riverbank, their presence alone enough to silence the nervous chatter of the freshmen. The tallest of them, a gaunt man with hollow cheeks and eyes like chips of ice, stepped forward. His voice was rough as gravel, scraping against the quiet morning air. “Listen closely,” he said, his gaze sweeping over us like a blade. “This is not a race. It is a test.”He gestured toward the river, its surface shimmering under the pale sunlight, mist curling off the water like smoke. “This is the Enchanted River. It does not care if you are strong, fast, or clever. It cares only for your will

93~ The Half-blood Did It Again

Zane's Point Of View The river hits me like a blade to the gut.Cold. Not the kind that freezes your skin, but the kind that crawls inside you, wrapping around your bones, sucking the heat right out of your marrow. My boots sink into the silt, the water rising to my knees, and it’s like stepping into a void. The magic isn’t just in the water… it’s in the air, thick and cloying, pressing down on my shoulders like a hand shoving me under. My breath comes out in a sharp, uneven gasp, my fingers curling into fists.“Fuck,” Caroline hisses beside me, her voice tight. She stumbles, her boot catching on a submerged rock, and I grab her wrist before she goes down. Her skin is clammy, her pulse erratic beneath my fingers. “This is worse than the damn obstacle course.”I don’t answer. Can’t. My jaw is locked, my teeth grinding together so hard my molars ache. The river isn’t just draining my strength, it’s draining my will. Every step forward feels like wading through tar, my muscles screamin

94~ Or You'll Lose Everything

Ronan's Point Of View The dorm room door clicked shut behind me, the sound final, like the snap of a lock. I didn’t look back. Didn’t hesitate. Just smirked to myself as I adjusted the cuffs of my jacket, the fabric smooth under my fingers. Feisty little muse. The thought of Zane… his glare, his defiance, the way his lips parted when I kissed him, sent a jolt through me, sharp and electric. My fingers twitched, remembering the way his body had arched into mine, the way his breath hitched when I… I cut the thought off before it could distract me.Keys jingled in my pocket as I strode down the hall, my boots echoing against the polished floor. The garage was empty, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, casting a sterile glow over the rows of sleek, black vehicles. My car polished, sat in its usual spot, waiting. I slid into the driver’s seat, the leather creaking under me, and the engine roared to life with a turn of the key. The pack lands were a good hour’s drive, but I didn’t

95~ I Want What You And Mother Have

Ronan's Point Of ViewThe air in the room was thick enough to choke on, the scent of aged whiskey and old wood cloying in my throat. My father loomed over his desk, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored jacket, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the wood. The fire in the hearth crackled, casting jagged shadows across his face, making his eyes look like chips of ice in the dim light. My mother stood beside him, her fingers pressed lightly against his arm, her expression tight with worry. She’d always been the peacemaker, the one who smoothed over the cracks in our family’s foundation. But right now, even she looked like she was bracing for an earthquake.I didn’t look away from my father’s glare. “Even if I’m not happy with it?” My voice was steady, but my pulse hammered in my throat, my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin.My father’s lip curled, his voice a whip-crack. “Especially when you’re not happy with it.” He leaned forward, his weight pressing dow

96~ I'll Make Sure You Regret It

Ronan's Point Of View“Is this about the hybrid I’ve been hearing about?”My father’s voice was low, deliberate, each word a blade sliding between my ribs. My blood turned to ice. My breath hitched, my pulse stuttering in my veins. I froze, my back still turned, my grip tightening on the handle until my knuckles ached.Slowly, very slowly, I turned to face him.His eyes were locked onto mine, cold and calculating, the firelight casting shadows that made him look like a stranger. “The one from the academy,” he continued, his voice a slow, dangerous purr. “Zane, isn’t it?”My stomach twisted. My wolf snarled inside my chest, hackles raised, teeth bared. “What about him?” My voice came out rougher than I intended, but I didn’t soften it.My father’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Rumors have a way of reaching me, Ronan. Especially when they involve my son.” He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk, his fingers steepled. “They say you’ve been… close.”I d

97~ I'll Be Damned If I Let History Repeat Itself

Ronan's Point Of View The door slammed shut behind me with a finality that echoed through my bones. The cold night air hit me like a slap, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning under my skin. My chest heaved, my breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps, my fingers trembling with the force of my rage. Without thinking, I turned and slammed my fist into the nearest wall.Pain exploded up my arm, the stone cracking beneath my knuckles, but I barely felt it. The adrenaline, the fury, the fear… it all coiled inside me, a storm of emotions threatening to tear me apart. My wolf, Devon, surged forward in my mind, his presence a snarling, furious force, his fury matching my own."Ronan." His voice was a growl, low and lethal, vibrating through my skull. "I don't care if he's your father or not."I exhaled sharply, my breath forming a white cloud in the cold air, my body trembling."But if he lays a single finger on my mate," Devon continued, his voice a dark promise, "I'll personally kill

98~ I Always Fought Harder When I Was Scared

Zane's Point Of View The courtyard was a fucking circus… all torchlight and shadows, the air thick with the scent of sweat and magic and something sharp, like the edge of a knife before it cuts. The stone beneath my boots was cold, too smooth, too polished, like the academy had scrubbed away every imperfection just to make us bleed prettier. The instructors stood around the ring like vultures, their arms crossed, their faces carved from stone, their eyes waiting. Waiting for us to break. Waiting for us to bleed.And then there was the crowd.A sea of faces, some smirking, some sneering, some just hungry for the show. The whispers slithered through the air like snakes… “Zane’s gonna get wrecked,” “Mark’s gonna tear him apart,” “Finally, the hybrid’s gonna get what he deserves.”... and I could feel their eyes on me, burning like brands. My skin prickled, my wolf snarling inside my chest, his fur bristling, his teeth bared. Fuck them. Fuck all of them.The head instructor, some brute

99~ He's Too Weak For Me

Zane's Point Of View The instructor’s voice cut through the noise like a blade, "Zane vs. Mark." The words hung in the air, heavy and final, and the crowd’s murmurs turned into a low, anticipatory hum. Mark didn’t move at first. He just stood there, rolling his shoulders like he was bored, his smirk sharp enough to cut glass. Then, slowly, he turned his head, his cold blue eyes locking onto me with a look that made my skin crawl."He's too weak for me," Mark called out, his voice dripping with false concern as he addressed the instructor. "I might accidentally kill him." He shrugged, all mock innocence. "He should fight with another person."The instructor’s face darkened, his jaw tightening. "The pairings are final," he growled, his voice leaving no room for argument.But Mark wasn’t done. He stepped forward, his posture relaxed but his voice carrying the weight of a command. "Come on. You’ve seen him. He’s barely holding himself together. It wouldn’t be fair." His smirk deepened, h

100~ How Did You Feel Losing Your Ball Star Title To A Half-blood?

Caroline's Point Of View I watched it all from the edge of the ring, breathing slow because I’d been taught to breathe slow, even when your lungs want to seize and your heart wants to batter clear through bone. The torches threw the arena into cuts of light and shadow; faces in the crowd ghosted into shapes, mouths opening and closing. People loved a spectacle. They loved the rise and the fall and the neat little moral they could sling at whoever lost.Alisa stalked into the center like she owned the place… perfect hair tied back, posture sharp enough to slice. She moved like a blade wrapped in silk, and that’s dangerous because silk slides right into a place where a blade can do the most damage. Her eyes found me first, and I had the stupid, clean pleasure of seeing her jaw tighten, that little mental recalculation when someone’s confidence slips a degree.“You humiliated me,” she hissed, voice slick, poised to spill venom. “Do you know what that means? It will not stand. I don’t

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