I Quit Being The Male Lead's Rival นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My father, the beta of the Dandelion Prime Pack, emerged followed by a few other high-ranking officials from other packs. My father’s bewildered and somewhat horrified face made me want to melt into the ground, “What has happened, Iris?” He kept his burning gaze on me. I tried to appear strong and opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. Amidst my struggling, I could sense Alpha Sergio inch closer to me again, but he offered no help. What could I say? That Alpha Sergio and I were fate mates? I shook my head slightly- it could not be. My thoughts kept going back to his deceased previous mate and how there was no way he could have gotten over her that quickly. But he does not have a cho

I let him and his family treat me like trash while I was with them. Then I became Antonia Elcot instead of Antonia Finn and I declared him a rival. It at least put us on equal footing, and I was no longer inferior to Malachi or anyone around him. If there truly is no concussion in my brain and I'm not bleeding out internally somewhere and hallucinating from the blood loss, then Malachi is trying to be nice right now. Creepy, but nice. And people usually aren’t nice to their rivals or those they see as inferior.

No way! Like the heavens heard my prayers. Zara walked into my office. Zara. My head screamed her name continuously till she was at my desk. She sets down two folders on the desk along with files pinned together. My eyes followed her hands as she arranged them separately. Ask her! She checked every box you need in a date partner! My subconscious mind yelled I shifted on my seat. I can't. She is my rival's daughter, dude. I snapped out of my head bantering. “Sit” I offered, gesturing to the seat closest to her.

"And when the rival realizes he is not the one in charge that will be his downfall." Outside the night was still quiet.. Inside the mansion a new sense of purpose was born. They knew the truth about the rival. They had a plan. They were ready to face him. The rival was no longer a shadow, in their lives. He was the focus of their attention.

And to make matters worse, she came with Arthur, my friend that turned against me. Arthur an I used to be best friends. He wanted to be the beta, and it has always been my dream to have him by my side as my beta. He is the son of the former beta and it is assumed that he would be my beta as well. But times have changed, becoming a beta is based on your strength, it’s no longer a family heritage.

I would always respect that and silently hoped for her to come to respect me, too, someday. Zain raised his hands in surrender and took a step back. “I was planning to…” Zain raised his voice as well as he stared down at his new rival, “When I figured out a way to get it back.” However, the last part of his argument fell into a hushed tone, and his arms dropped in accordance.

“Perhaps not, but you don’t have to engage in conversation with men like Jaxon Adler.” “Jaxon Adler is your biggest rival amongst all the Alphas,” I said, careful not to reveal what I knew from my previous life or what I was planning in this one. “He’s been a thorn in your side in Council meetings for years. You know he’s probably going to try to run against you as Council Leader.” My words seemed to strike a chord, because Killian’s face darkened. I went on, “I was trying to help you by playing nice. Isn’t that what you want? A helpful little Luna who only does anything for your sake?”

"Has the Alpha lost his mind?" But soon, those dissenting comments were deleted, replaced by a uniform stream of praise. Someone was clearly controlling the narrative. My phone buzzed with a private message from Killian. "Stop stirring up trouble. You're not the Lead Beta anymore. Let go of your pathetic obsession with power." Obsession with power? The blood I shed for this pack, the honor I won for him—in his eyes, that was just an obsession with power? I replied directly to the public announcement: "An Alpha who has to steal credit from his warrior to feel powerful isn't fit to lead anyone."

Rival fits better. We compete over everything. Always have. Starting positions, training stats, who can do the most push-ups, who gets to the rink first. When I made captain over him, it was probably the proudest moment of my life—not because of the title itself, but because I beat him for it. And now he's interested in Quinn. My Quinn. Except she's not mine. Not really. Even if she sleeps in my bed every night, even if I know exactly how she tastes, even if—