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And power is exactly what I need to bury Freya for good. I still don’t know how the hell she got that Obsidian card or bought the entire mall. I don’t want to think about it. I’m not ready to face what that might mean. The driver suddenly turned up the radio. The host’s excited voice filled the car. “…and tonight is the night everyone’s been waiting for — the Elite Royal School Grand Reunion! We’re expecting major names from powerful families across the city. Models, heirs, influencers, celebrities, royal families… It's going to be an unforgettable night. Sources say the Lennox sisters might both be in attendance after that viral incident at Vellmont Galleria a couple weeks ago. This could g

“We’ll see about that.” They stayed like that for a long time, bodies pressed together, hearts slowing, the rivalry that had defined them for so long now transformed into something deeper, messier, and far more addictive. Outside, the world was waking up. Practice would start in a few hours. They’d step back onto the mat as rivals in front of the team, pushing, taunting, fighting for every point. But later, when the room was empty again, or when they slipped away to Kai’s apartment…

"Maybe you just haven't given me much to laugh about." "Fair point." We kept talking about nothing important from books to movies to even high school experiences. That one time in high school when I broke my arm falling off a roof trying to get a frisbee. The time he got food poisoning before a championship game and played anyway. Forty-five minutes passed before I even noticed and when I looked at the clock it was hard to believe we were rivals who hated each other's guts with the way we were talking like friends who actually liked each other.

It had been eight years since they died and it has not been easy. They were killed by a rival pack attack. Rival Pack/Packs are enemies of a pack. Every pack has rivals and they do everything possible to protect themselves from their rivals. Mostly, the contest amongst rivals is for them to dominate and take over the other pack. They normally launch ambushes against one another, just to take the other pack down. It was in one of these rival attacks that my parents were killed. I was just a little but could distinguish between good and bad.

The boardroom rebellion, the psychiatric reports, the gloating video—they were all part of the same tapestry of betrayal. “We’re not waiting for the forty-eight hours to run out,” Anton declared. “We’re not playing defense anymore. He’s invited us to the party.” A grim, determined smile touched his lips. “It would be rude to decline.” Sabe looked up from his screens, a matching intensity in his gaze. He gave a single, sharp nod. The hunter and the strategist were in perfect accord. The message had been received. And the answer was no longer one of panic, but of promise. The reunion was coming. But it would be on their terms. And it would be the last thing Marcus Vale ever expected.

a short, bespectacled man chimed in, his voice dripping with mockery. I stepped right up to him, locking eyes with an icy stare. He flinched, stumbling back a few steps as if I’d struck him. "What? You gonna hit me just because I said the truth?" "Hit you? Do you think you’re worth it?" "You… you…!" His fists clenched in anger, his face turning red. Someone nearby, sensing the tension, quickly tried to defuse the situation. "Alright, alright, let’s not ruin the night. We’re all here for Professor Warren’s reunion. Let’s keep it civil."

"Lucas Blackstone! Even so, does that give you the right to steal from your potential ally? Don't you have a conscience? What about the Blackstone Pack's reputation?" "I'm telling you! From today on, it's war between the Silver-pine and Blackstone Packs! I'll remember this grudge, we're enemies for life!" Lucas smoothed his somewhat messy black mane from his forehead and let out a breath. "Enemies for life?" "You mean, you Silver-pines don't want that lush shared hunting ground in the Misty River Valley anymore?" "You should know, I'm the one calling the shots for that hunting ground now, right? If I completely kick your Silver-pine Pack out, so you never get a share of it again."

"Facing the Rival" Tensions between Luna's pack and the rival pack had reached a breaking point, and it became evident that a high-stakes showdown was inevitable. The rival Alpha, driven by ambition and a desire for dominance, had refused to back down, leaving Luna, Alpha Burst, Sierra, and Orson with no choice but to defend the enchanted Nampa.

I joined Sylvester in the laughter. “We can have a small celebration and a rematch after the sentencing before the blue moon,” Marcel said and I laughed. They were in for a shock because our team would win this time around. “A rematch between the Northern Bears and the Eastern Bulls,” I said and we laughed. I would love to have that; a little unwinding will not hurt anyone. Theo, Dominic, Andrew, and Vino arrived in a helicopter five in the evening. We went to greet them.

He staggered, spit red, but his answer wasn’t retreat. It was a hook. Sloppy, but real. It caught me across the cheek. I laughed, blood on my teeth. “There it is. Your first bite.” His grin was half-feral. “Then keep feeding me.” The night it happened, the pit was overflowing. Word had spread — Rival fights till death. Rival can’t be killed. Rival is the pit. The rails bent under the weight of bodies pressing close, cash flying, chants deafening.