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There were obstacles and diversions along the way, unforeseen potholes and times where the end wasn't in sight. But with the help of loved ones, his mother's heart and months of struggle, soon enough, he became the man he was destined to be. So there we have it. The rise of the Alpha. The End I hope you enjoyed this book. You’ve now read the complete Alpha Loren Series! Thanks so much for your support. Alpha Loren The Magic of Hecate The Kingdom of the Banished Finding Forgiveness The Alpha Rise of the Alpha Check out my I*******m for updates and more content @elleahwriting

Daniel let out a chuckle beside him. "I don't think so. They hate eachother so much they want to rip eachother 's throats out. The camera translates that kind of friction into chemistry. Just let them cook" "Good, hold that pose" The photographer called out. Elliot's gaze was intense, unblinking and deep down in those dark eyes, Jade could see a faint, wicked spark of the captain who knew exactly what secrets they were hiding from everyone else in the room.

Dangerous Allies The following nights blurred into a fever of clandestine meetings. Elaria sought allies where others would never dare look. In the abandoned quarters near the edge of the keep, she found Kael, scarred and quiet, the former warrior cast aside after refusing to kneel to the council’s decrees. In the cold shadow of the riverbank, she spoke to Kairis, the elder seer whose visions had made her both revered and reviled.

I forced the memory away, replaced by the sharp, searing sting of the day I thought Darius had killed Aveline by his rejection: the day the hate became my only armor. And finally, the moment it all shattered. The day the scent of cedar and rain hit me, and my wolf sat back and went silent. The moment I realized Darius wasn't my enemy like I had always thought he was supposed to be. The day I had realized I wasn't truly left alone in this world. He was my mate. The peace had been instantaneous, a terrifying stillness that I’d fought to bury under layers of disgust and feigned rage. I’d spent every waking hour trying to hate him because it was easier than admitting I belonged to him.

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?

I grip his face hard, kissing him back with the same savage need, the same ruthless dominance. There’s nothing soft about this. This isn’t lust. This isn’t love. This is raw. This is burning hot. This is fucking war. This fire, this chaos, this fucking madness. It’s as violent as a winter storm and just as merciless. A forest fire with no end, devouring everything in its path. Even if it’s wrong. So fucking wrong. And the worst part is, I hate that I love it. We are enemies. We’ve crossed lines that can never be fixed.

His good eye burning into mine. "I don't regret it," he said. "Any of it. Not the war. Not the blood. I'd burn this whole world down again if it meant I got to see you stand like that. Fierce. Unbroken. *Mine*." "I'm still not yours," I said. He grinned. Bloody. Broken. Beautiful. "Liar." I didn't argue. Because he was right. --- **End of Chapter 6**

Suddenly a dangerous thought enters my mind: does this have anything to do with me? I shake it off before it can take root. I pause by a table of orchids, my fingers skimming a leaf I don’t see. “But how? How do Vincent and Luzia even—” I wave a hand, searching for words. “You know.” Marco tips his head, lips curving. “Did I give you any romance books yet?” I squint at him. “What does that—” “Enemies to lovers. Classic.” I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Yeah, because betrayal and blood feuds really set the mood.”

Now, this series was all about time pass for me if I’m being utterly honest. My more serious works are also part of different series. And all the series below feature ENEMIES TO LOVERS trope. What can I say? I’m a sucker for it. If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex.

he spat, storming off before Dante could see the crack in his armor. That night, alone in his room, Aiden scrolled through the headlines until his vision blurred. “Blackthorn and Veyron: From Rivals to Partners?” “Chemistry Caught on Camera: Are the Heirs More Than Allies?” “United Front or Secret Affair?” His reflection stared back from the black screen—scarred, bruised, uncertain. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t erase the heat of Dante’s arm around him, or the gleam in those golden eyes that had looked far too much like they belonged there.