Novel & Cerita I Became The Heros Rival

⸻ 🌆 Arc Seven: Next Generation Rivalry & School Challenges As the teenagers grew older, rivalries outside the family began emerging — classmates challenging them academically, socially, and in extracurricular activities. • Eliana faced a school debate rival who pushed her to think creatively under pressure. • Mateo’s robotics team faced tough competition, teaching teamwork and resilience. • Adrian struggled with jealousy of Lucas’s strategic recognition. Harper and Emery guided them with mentorship principles: reflection, constructive feedback, and emotional intelligence. “Challenges outside home,” Harper explained, “are opportunities to practice what you’ve learned here.”

And now he had become someone who did not matter. A bitter smile appeared on Kieran's face. He wanted to say something more. But when he opened his mouth, he found he could not get a single word out. "Enough! The marking ceremony isn't over yet!” "Alpha, even though the person the Moon Goddess chose wasn't Wendy, she's still carrying your pup.” "Skip the blood pact!" Roland frowned and interrupted Kieran's thoughts with a low voice. His tone was inevitably somewhat urgent. In his panic, he even knocked over the bowl of blood on the table, shattering it.

And now the Moon Goddess, in her twisted sense of humor, had decided to shove him straight into my life. Not just my pack. My family. I clenched my fists. I knew I had better things to take care of after campus, so these stupid rivalries due to a game were soon going to be over, and I could focus on more important stuff. He'd called me a loser several times during games, calling himself better, I didn't really want to engage with him that much because I knew what I was capable of, eight months and I’d be done with campus. Done with this childish rivalry, my wolf growled the truth I didn’t want to face.

Just a quick peek, then I’d leave without getting noticed, I told myself. I quietly pushed the stall door open a little. And froze. It was our new classmate. Maverick. His clothes were tossed aside, and he was sitting with his legs apart, his hand working on himself. I blinked several times, hoping I was imagining it. I wasn’t. Maverick’s gaze snapped to mine, his expression cold for a split second before turning intoanger. “You’re peeping?” His voice boomed like thunder, and I swear my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

Kraven had betrayed the heir of the Silver fang pack, Ashriels brother, leaving the tile of alpha to fall into Ashriels lap. Filled with rage, Ashriel had planned to kill Kraven and avenge his brother. But Kraven died from a terminal disease before that time could come. His father had apparently died of the terminal disease too, making Therion the next in line. But ashriel was still angry, still is, and he had not gotten his revenge. So, in favor of all who cared. A peace treaty was to be signed between the two packs to willingly hand over Therion to serve as his personal hostage, slave and prisoner

Lena read on with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. The letter went like this: “Seen the report card? I got first place this time, and you’re second. Don’t make that face like you’re not convinced. I know you’re already plotting how to beat me next time. Victory doesn’t come easy, especially when your rival is me. But, if you’re willing, we could work together to grow stronger instead of fighting like it’s life or death every day. Let me know in 24 hours.

I handed her phone back to her. "Them," I muttered. "You mean Raging Beast and Deadly Snake!" she exclaimed. I frowned. "Why do you all call them by those names?" I asked. "Because it suits their personalities perfectly. Nobody dares to call them by their real names in this school unless they're tired of living. Raging Beast, as the name implies, is cold and always angry. Some students say he has anger issues. He's the son of the Alpha of the neighboring pack. He's ruthless, and even the principal is wary of him. Deadly Snake, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He rarely speaks unless it's absolutely necessary. He could witness someone dying right in front of him and still maintain

“In our last lives, we were both losers. Now that we’ve been given another chance, don’t you want to live differently?” Her eyes locked onto mine. The intensity in her eyes made her words strangely convincing. Almost unconsciously, I asked, “Then what should I do?” “Form an alliance with me. But first, you’ll need a new identity.” “What identity?” “Be my fiancé.”

Vera growled, her voice raspy. The room cleared instantly as people scrambled to leave. As Cole passed me, he shot me a glare and leaned in to whisper a warning, "Mylo, you better keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you die a very painful death." I ignored him and just watched Vera’s slumped back. This was my rival. The opponent I had fought for seven years. I could defeat her, but I wouldn't let her be destroyed by something this pathetic and underhanded.