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With someone… It was funny how both Cameron and Rhett had the same insecurities about their place in the Triquetra, she thought to herself as she lifted her hips into his thrusts and buried her fingers into his thick hair. Rhett, newer to Havermouth, not having the history of childhood friendship that Cameron and Heath shared, and Cameron, last to reach eighteen, last to f-k with Heath and Rhett… Both saw themselves as the third member of the Triquetra, the least wanted and the lowest in rank. There was no debate that Heath was first and most dominant. That was just accepted by both Cameron and Rhett as fact.

“I mean I do not want you as my mate. I already have one.” As if on cue, he reached out, taking the hand of a girl I hadn’t noticed before. She stepped forward, radiant and perfect. Her dark, glossy hair shimmered under the light—everything that I was not, and her silver eyes sparkled as she clung to him. “This is Vivian,” he said, his voice softening in a way it never had for me. “My chosen mate.” The pain that went through me was unbearable. I stared at her, at the way he looked at her with so much affection—and affection I had foolishly believed was meant for me.

The amount of people that would read gay smut paled when compared to straight. “You aren’t wrong there,” Nocturne replied. “I’m planning to have a small line of LGBTQ+ fiction as well as more mainstream books. It’s been easy to get straight romance and adventure books. The search for good LGBTQ+ authors has been harder. It’s also because I want to read a spicy gay smut novel.” The admission at the end caught Leo off guard. Nocturne had a mischievous gleam in his eye when he said that part.

“Well the brown haired one is Kael Donovan... He’s the captain of the Silver Claws hockey team. And the cold prince looking one is Jace.. Jace Morgan, captain of the Iron Fangs. They are literally the heartthrob of this great prison we call an institution… especially our dear Brielle so trust me darling do not be near the hockey princes.” I blinked, trying to process the information. “Ohhh that explains the googly eyes… And what about… you? Are you also crushing on them?” I asked, a little hesitantly. She shrugged lightly. “I like my life the way it is.. peaceful and calm,” she said simply, a small smirk tugging at her lips. Before I could ask her to clarify what she meant by that, the sharp

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I threw a throw pillow at him, but he caught it, giving me a big smile as he put it down. "Well you were crazy over him when we lived on campus. You can't blame me for thinking you'd just go crazy for him again." Nate sounded a bit insecure right now, something I've never seen before. "That was before I found you. Charles is still my mate and I love him deeply, but what I have with him is different from what I have with you." I got up, sitting myself on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my forehead against him. "I love you so much Nate Viseron. I promise I won't push you aside for him." I rubbed my nose against his and he smiled that dreamy smile of his.

“Probably because they’re mostly written by women who’ve experienced rejection in real life, and they write their dreams of becoming powerful.” “But then they almost always take the bastard who rejected them back,” I countered. “That’s the mate bond. It’s how it works. Besides, I’m not reading a werewolf novel at the moment.” Nate and Kam had come in by then. “So, what kind of novel are you reading?” Nate asked. “It’s a forbidden love story,” she answered. I glanced at Kam, and we smirked. “So, is she underage, or are they related?” he asked.

The hockey world was small and memories were long and it took less than an hour for someone to connect the dots publicly. My phone buzzed, it was Patricia. "Elena." Her voice was strained. "I just saw the news. Please tell me you know what you are doing." "I know what I am doing," I said. "Alexander St. James." She paused. "Damien's biggest rival." "I know who he is, Patricia." "This is going to provoke Damien badly." "I know that too." "Elena, you have to be careful—" "It is going to provoke him into signing the divorce papers faster," I said quietly. "That is the whole point."

"Are you here to critique our financial models, or are you just contributing to the campus surveillance?" "A little bit of both," Alessia said, resting her hands on the back of the chair without sitting down. "The entire student body is currently placing bets on the two of you. The odds are heavily favoring a physical altercation before the end of the week, though a few ambitious students are betting you both get expelled by tomorrow morning." Soren typed a final command into his keyboard, his attention never wavering from the screen. "They are going to lose their money." Alessia shifted her gaze toward him, her smile widening. "You sound very confident about that, Soren. Especially consider