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"The council has enemies." "Everyone has enemies." I set the fabric down, meeting his eyes. "The question is whether those enemies are inside your pack or outside it." He reached for me, pulling me onto his lap. His hands found my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh above my waistband. "Right now, I don't care about enemies. I care about you." "Careful, alpha." I wound my arms around his neck. "You're starting to sound sentimental." "I'm starting to sound like a man who found something worth keeping." His mouth found my throat, teeth grazing the spot where my pulse beat strongest. "And I'll burn the world before I let anyone take it away."

She still looks at me like she wants to kill me. And that single look sends a raw, electric jolt straight through my veins, hotter than the aged whiskey still burning on my tongue. Fifteen years of poison and unresolved war ignite between us in one searing second. Her hazel eyes burn with pure, unfiltered hatred, her full red lips pressed into a thin, furious line. My pulse thunders in my ears. My cock twitches hard against the confines of my tuxedo pants, already half-hard from nothing more than her glare.

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Their faces were inches apart, eyes locked in pure hatred and raw, possessive lust. “You’re mine to hate-fuck,” he snarled against her lips before kissing her brutally. “And I’m going to remind you all night.” He kept his promise—railing her through orgasm after orgasm until her voice was hoarse and the only name she could remember was his. By the time the sun rose, the battlefield had only one victor tonight. But the war between them was far from over.

"But you... you're different. Like I've seen you before." My heart stutters, sixty-eight beats spiking to eighty. Recognition? Already? No, can't be. The wig, the makeup, the contacts, it's a fortress. But that "something worse" from earlier surges, a dark undercurrent that makes my skin hum where he touches. Hate, yes. But laced with a twisted pull, the way a flame draws the moth even as it burns. Ten years of fantasizing about this moment knife in his gut, twisting slow, and now, with him this close, the emptiness cracks wider, letting in flashes of what could be: not just death, but destruction.

Something had shifted the moment he became almost intimate with me. We arrived at an expensive restaurant. The man he was meeting was older. They talked seriously, but I barely understood anything—not because they were speaking Italian, no, they were speaking English. I just couldn’t focus. I couldn’t take my eyes off how dangerous yet devilishly gorgeous Alaric was. His face was serious, his eyes always dark, unapproachable. Yet there was something about him that made you want to risk the fear just to experience what he was like in bed. That’s why Sara always talked about him. That’s why Lina envied me. I hadn’t realized it before because I was too caught up in how mean he was to me. Now th

I could feel the two of them—the broken star and the vengeful critic circling each other in the dark. The tension between them was palpable, a physical charge that hummed through the penthouse. I’d planned for proximity. I’d planned for a certain level of… shared trauma to bond them. It made the story better. The Enemy to friends arc was a bestseller for a reason. But Anya was starting to look at him with something more dangerous than professional curiosity. And he was looking at her like she was the only thing keeping him from drifting into the abyss. If they united against me, it would be messy. Not impossible to handle, but messy.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?