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All I know is I will not tell her to prepare my food, she might poison me. I quickly bath, freshened up, and left the house. I couldn't wait to share the good news with my friends. They gave me till this weekend, if not I've lost but I achieved it quite earlier than the speculated time. I sent them a message on our group chat. 'At our usual spot, 7 p.m bills on whoever comes last and don't forget to come with the bet money.' The first person to reply was Adam, he wasn't happy about it, I knew he wouldn't be but who cares.

Anything else is considered a challenge and the punishment for challenging an Alpha or a Luna is death. I used to dream about challenging them. About ending the dull monotony of my life. If it was a quick painless death I would have followed through but it wasn't. A challenger is taken to the woods and hunted by the challenged. When they're caught a bloody fight to the death ensues. The challenger is shredded alive. Claws tear at their skin, ripping it off in ribbons. Fangs sink deep into their flesh.

She states and looks around at her peers as she snorts. I look over between Zach and Dylan, "I'm sorry but I can't take such blatant disrespect no matter how pathetic the challenger I can't just bow out. I'm a Warrior and a Luna there is no way around this." They both nod, obvious worry on their faces but not directed towards me. "Challenge accepted!" I snarled in her face.

I talked, searching their eyes and drawing confidence and satisfaction from the look of fear and surprise in their depths. "I understand that if you have competition, you have to fight it. That's why it's called a competition right? What I don't understand is why you should compete with someone that's not competing against you? Getting into boy mess, in a new school for me, wasn't a part of the problem. But now that it's staring me in the face, It kinda feels exciting." I sighed, looking into each and everyone's eyes. "I'm going to say this once, so listen attentively. If you have a problem with me, step out now, let's brawl. I'm challenging you. I'm counting to three." One.

Conclusions will be drawn sooner or later. Alarabella politely smiled, 'Is that so? I believe your haste exposes your anxiety. Indeed - someone reliant solely on their father's wealth naturally warrants caution. If Mr. Northridge discovers a more promising prospect, you might find yourself discarded soon. I must take pride in merely being a stepping stone for you.' Chloe's smile vanished instantly. Suddenly, Chloe raised her hand and harshly slapped Alarabella across the cheek. Alarabella, completely unprepared, was engulfed by the sudden burst of pain and flickering lights, feeling dizzy.

Heather’s heart raced as she sat at the edge of the massive bed, gazing at the ornate chandelier above. The silence within the room changed into deafening, broken most effectively by way of the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. She rubbed her fingers collectively nervously, her mind whirling with the results of her selection. Lying approximately the infant’s paternity turned into a determined move, but what preference did she have? Telling Mihir the truth would only tighten the chains that already assure her to him.

Color had left Keith's complexion. He looked more terrified than I was. "He might show up here at any moment. What if he arrives when I'm not here? What if it’s only you and Layla?" "Then I'll deal with him, Keith," I responded before turning my focus to my sandwich. "And you can still be this calm?" Keith enquired, and I could sense him rising from his seat and approaching me. Keith positioned himself in front of me, gently turning me around until we were facing one another. "Do you know what he's going to do?"

“Alaric has filed a formal petition.” My stomach dropped. “Petition for what?” I asked. The messenger looked at me. “A modification to the Challenge terms,” he said. “He’s invoking an old clause.” Cold spread through my chest. “What clause?” I whispered. His eyes didn’t leave mine. “The one concerning… mates.”

Three down in less than a minute. The laughter around the field has stopped, leaving the whole place dead silent as they watch their Luna decimate the first challengers. I glance around the circle of warriors. Those who were uncertain before look downright intimidated, while the more determined warriors watch her with new caution, studying every movement as though they might somehow learn enough to survive their turn.

The chosen challenger, Menar—a fierce, broad-shouldered warrior—heard about it from her friends. “She’s impressive, Menar,” one of them said cautiously. “You should be careful.” But Menar scoffed, tossing her braid over her shoulder. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s just a show. She’s trying to intimidate me before the fight. When the real challenge comes, I’ll crush her easily.” Her friends exchanged uneasy glances but said no more.