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Hera excitedly asked. "Rivalee." For the first time today, the group of people had a warm reaction. Something about that name just seems right. "It may sound similar to the word "rival," but in reality, it means "to bind" in Hebrew." "To bind?" Hera asked. "Yeah. To bind and come together." Emery smiled. "I think it's perfect. Rivalee. Despite being rivals, you were able to come together in the end. And now, you've even built a family with each other."

The boy with the ponytail forcefully shut the other boy's locker with a loud bang. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Owen," he growled. So, the green-eyed boy's name was Owen. Owen opened his locker again, quietly taking out his books. The other boy snatched the books from his hands and threw them away before slamming the locker shut, narrowly missing Owen's hands. Gasps echoed through the hallway as the other students watched. The hallway became more crowded as students continued to arrive, eager to witness the commotion. Why were they fighting, and, most importantly, why in front of my locker? I wouldn't exactly call it a fight, as both parties needed to be involved for it to be conside

"It's not her fault." Of course, it wasn't her fault. It was mine. My mistake was being too strong, making him feel threatened. My mistake was being too loyal, letting him take me for granted. My mistake was believing an Alpha and a Beta could ever find true love. "You think I'll just obey? Like I always do?" I stood up and walked toward his desk. It was covered in trophies and awards, every single one of them earned through my victories. The most prominent was a crystal trophy—"Blackwood Pack's Strategist of the Year."

“Defiance. Interesting. Most women try to impress me. But you? You’d rather test how far you can push before I break you.” Angela’s pulse raced, but she refused to look away. “Try me. And you’ll find that I don’t break.” For a long moment, Daniel studied her, his expression unreadable. Then he chuckled under his breath—dark, amused, dangerous. “Careful, Angela,” he murmured, saying her name like it belonged to him. “I like stubbornness. But I like winning more. And when I win, I don’t just claim victory—I claim everything. And right now, I want you.”

That look in his eyes—half rage and something softer, it sent a rush of heat through my chest. Rivalry and competition, he probably told himself. But my stubborn mind could only whisper attraction. I took a step closer, close enough to smell sweat and cologne on his skin. “Relax,” I said softly, leaning in just enough that only he would hear. “It’s just a race.” His throat bobbed. “You’re impossible,” he muttered. “And you’re obsessed,” I said before I could stop myself, then grinned to soften it. “I meant.... with beating me, of course.”

Their rivalry was feral, territorial and personal. Both alphas were obsessed with proving who was stronger, smarter, faster, and who was the true dominant force. Their egos clashed so violently that no one in any territory dared to invite them to the same event. It wasn’t worth the chaos. History had shown the pattern too many times: A lavish gala would turn into an impromptu dominance match. A peaceful celebration would devolve into a growling contest. And on one notorious occasion, the two alphas nearly leveled an entire banquet hall arguing about which pack had the superior training grounds.

He went after Amanda, and that was when this whole thing turned personal. It wasn't even like it was the first time he went after my girlfriends. Before he went back to England, he slept with two of my girls and made sure I knew about it. It was his way of taunting me. Every girl I was after, he made sure he got her first. He didn't even like them. It was never about them-it was about beating me. Although it pissed me off, I didn't care too much about it, but I fucking liked Amanda, so I couldn't let that shit slide. For the most part of this rivalry, he was the one who always provoked me, but after that day, I was the one dedicated to make his life a living hell. And for the fact that he jo

"I lost it. I wanted to hurt him just as bad as he hurt my feelings. It wasn't acceptable behavior for a sparring match. Instead of gaining my father’s favor, I lost even more of it. He was humiliated by my lack of control. I've hated Darian ever since." "And I've hated the immature Northern heir who put me in a medical bed for almost a week," Darian added. The pancakes were all gone now, the plate empty. I smiled, feeling a strange sense of relief. "This is interesting. I think I’m one of the only people in the world who knows the true story behind the Kings' rivalry." They both laughed, the sound filling the room. It was a beautiful moment of connection, but it was cut short. A strong, sud

I went to shower. The water came up hot and I stepped in and stood under it and let the match run back through me in pieces. The final whistle. The crowd coming up. The commentator’s voice cutting through the noise. Both programs heading to Wood Work. The rivalry between O’Reilly and Williams more heated than ever. One point. I thought about the kiss I sent back across the pitch. The look on Richard’s face when it landed. The way all that careful composure had gone for half a second and something else had come through underneath it. That had sat particularly well.