Novel & Cerita Divine Rivals Book 3

However, when I saw that Greek Goddess looking Gamma in his lap and dangerously possessive Beta beside him at the lunch table, I knew that I had lost him for forever. Nursing my drink, I smiled back and replied, "So I will see you later, Beta Dante. Good luck for the bike race tomorrow and for what is worth it, I am sorry for everything,” I apologized but Dante did not even try responding or nodding at me, let alone speak before he turned around and went straight marching into that insanely handsome beta beast's arms. I watched Dante's Beta mate- the charmer of the Water Moon Pack, lock eyes with me before he dipped down his head to devour a writhing Dante's lips.

Ronan felt Pax move forward as he sensed Aurora, excitement coursing through him as he now could meet his other half. “Wait.” Mallory whispered, she looked up at the sky waiting for a sign that what she was about to do was right. A shooting star whipped across the sky as if telling her to go for it. “I Mallory Renee Lynn Knight give the titles back. I name Jace Knight as Alpha of Cross River. Asher Cross as Alpha of Red Wood, and Zeke Warren Alpha of Moonlight. We will resume the council working as one.” Mallory said and she caught her father raising an eyebrow.

Dante, the beta of the Purple rose pack, glanced at the girl who claimed she was Davina, his sister's doppelganger occasionally, as they walked. Davina's cheeks were stained with red and she bit on her lip so he could tell she was flustered. he couldn't trust what she said because of the reputation his sister, Alexis had. Alexis effortlessly pulled pranks and scared the comfort out of people if she had her mind set to it. her free spirited nature was what attracted Calvin, the alpha and his best friend to her. she lived fine, thriving as Calvin's mate until she was kidnapped and he couldn't find her again but then he later did and now this......

“I told you—I want you. All three of you.” It’s like I’m under a spell. His touch leaves tingles across my skin. Not the same sparks as with JoJo or Alex, but something is definitely there. Fuck. I hate this. I just got JoJo on board with the matebond. We were about to complete it with Alexander. Everything was finally settling into place. And now there’s a god in the mix. How the hell am I supposed to compete with that? JoJo’s a beta, alpha-blooded, and the Oracle of the Goddess.

That much was undeniable. He drew a slow breath and spoke again. “Your people are hunting you down. They’re creating chaos outside to gain control over you.” “Y-You… mean… Aiken’s people,” Hailey clarified, though her voice remained soft. Zayn’s lips twitched with a smirk. Her correction was innocent, but her tone suggested she hadn’t yet accepted the depth of her bloodline. With a subtle tug, he reached for her hand and stepped closer to the bed. The girl immediately gripped the bedsheet tighter in her fist, her knuckles turning pale.

The three of them stood around me in a suffocating triangle. Killian, offering to destroy his life to save mine. Jaxon demanding total submission to keep me inside his cage. Asher, offering the cold, logical board game where I could survive. I looked down at Killian's bloody, faithful fingers, I looked up at Jaxon's ruthless, possessive eyes. I looked into Asher's searching empty gaze. My mouth parted, slowly I slid my blistered fingers across the cold counter, reaching for the quill.

Three months to get my head straight after Riven looked me in the eyes and rejected me for Kael. An omega who wasn’t mine. An alpha who’d claimed him anyway. The memory made my jaw tighten, a low growl rumbling in my chest before I could stop it. That’s why I was here. No teammates. No pack hierarchy bullshit on the ice. No familiar scents reminding me of what I couldn’t have.

“I wanted to show you that I can ruin your pathetic life with just a snap of my fingers.” “You arrogant bastard!” I growl, fisting my hands. He doesn't recoil. Instead, he blooms under the weight of my curse. “Call me whatever you want, Rio, but let's get one thing clear: as long as that witch is your lover and you my rival, I'll keep bullshitting you until I get my money. Mark my words, brother, these are the beginning of your days in hell.” He turns away after that, leaving me to stare bizarrely where he was once standing.

The moment they got close, their emotions came with them. Jealousy. Possession. Fury. Need. Gods, it hit me like smoke in my throat. Nyra looked up from the table, still stirring her tea like she wasn’t about to witness the supernatural equivalent of a pissing match. “Uh-oh,” she said. “Dickheads incoming.” I spun toward the clearing just as they stepped into view. Azric came first, silent and sharp, violet eyes practically glowing in the shade. He was in black again—elegant, tailored, his hair tousled like he hadn’t slept. Behind him came Sevrin, shirtless, furious, silver-blue eyes blazing like a storm.

From the corner of the courtyard, moving slowly but deliberately, Divine stepped forward. The woman Damien had once called his mate. But now I understood. She wasn’t just someone from his past. She was something else entirely. She was dangerous. A chill ran through me as I realized everything. All the pieces fit together in my mind. She was not simply his former mate. She was an evil sorceress. An evil woman. And the war, the chaos, everything that had happened, it all came from her. I watched as Divine took Neveah’s hand and led her down a narrow path. The path twisted and turned, leading to a tunnel I didn’t recognize. Neveah looked up at her, her small face confused.