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He said with a deep rooted possessiveness. Adelia’s eyes hardened. “I won’t abandon him, Russe. He loves me more than you could ever understand.” Russe felt his anger rising again, but he fought to control it. He loved Adelia, and he didn’t want to lose her. But he was also trying hard to ignore the selfish and dark side of him that wanted to kill that human and possess her to himself. “I can’t ask you to choose between us,” he said finally. “But if you continue seeing that human, I can’t promise that I’ll be able to control my actions.”

He shifted despite the pain and reached for my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “That is not yours to carry alone.” The words hit something fragile inside me, because alone was exactly how I had been carrying every mistake, every death, and every broken decision. As if love meant absorbing all the blame. I let out a shaky breath. “It feels like everything I touch survives at a cost.” His thumb moved slowly over my knuckles. “That is what war does. It lies to you and tells you every consequence is your fault.” I stared at him. “And what does love do?”

“But that changed.” “What happened to ruining me?” she asked softly. “I fell in love with you, my little spitfire,” I said, holding her face in my hands so she could see every ounce of truth in my eyes. “But your mother…” she started. “I’ll handle her.” I cut her off. “Right now, I need you to listen to me carefully.” She nodded, those wide eyes still glistening. “We’re at war,” I told her. “This blood you’re seeing? It doesn’t belong to just anyone. It’s a declaration.”

He mocks me with an evil smirk on his face. "You didn't want him to-" He cuts me off. "Elie, I am not here for an argument especially on our wedding day, get ready and come down." He ordered, throwing the gown in my direction. "I don't take orders!" I said, turning away facing the wall. He laughed humorlessly as I hear him walking towards me, he pulled me roughly to look at him, "Do you think you have choices to make? Love, No. Right? Wait, I will give you two option,"

Finally: “This will divide more than you realize.” “It already has.” He ended the call. I watched him carefully. “You okay?” He nodded once. “He won’t bless it.” “I don’t need him to.” He stepped closer. “Neither do I.” Outside, the blogs were still circulating. The speculation still spinning. But something had shifted. They wanted to test the foundation. Instead— They triggered the cement. And for the first time since this began— The war wasn’t about proving love. It was about protecting it. And now? It wasn’t fragile. It was chosen. Out loud. Publicly. Permanently.

No permission. It was rough. Angry. Possessive. The kind of kiss that bruises. That punishes. And still—God help me—I melted into it. Because somewhere inside that violence, that desperation, was the only thing that had felt real all night. It wasn’t love. It was war. And I didn’t care.

“Are you really going to start a war in her name?” I stayed silent, letting the question linger between us. Wars weren’t friendly disputes or minor quarrels. No, wars were bloodbaths that stretched for months, maybe years. A reaper’s call sweeping through the souls of everyone who dared cross its path, innocent or guilty alike. Would I really do it? Would I bring terror into years of peace for the sake of a woman? “Yes.” I finally said, arms crossed. “I wouldn’t be the first to start a war for love, and I won’t be the last.”

--- A Love Unbreakable They had faced countless trials, each one designed to tear them apart. They had fought against the world, against their enemies, against the very forces that sought to destroy them. But through it all, their bond had only grown stronger. It wasn’t a love built on tenderness or gentle promises. It was a love forged in conflict, in obsession, in pain—and it was unshakable. Now, in the final moments of their journey, as they stood at the apex of their power, they shared a quiet understanding between them. The war was over. The blood had been spilled. The empire was theirs, and no one could take it from them.

“What a pathetic Alpha, you are scared of him? He is a man like you.” I felt a sting on my left cheek. My lips curled up into a sneer. “So much anger, so much power. I have a question for you Ryker. Why waste it hitting a woman? Why don’t you declare war on him? If you are man enough fight him and put an end to your people’s suffering. Or are you scared?” “Scared?” Ryker asked, his tone filled with sarcasm. “If I was scared, I would not have walked into your father’s territory and snatched you right under his nose.”

He once went through anger management class but never really passed. Sami had been in love with Zoya ever since he set his eyes on her years ago. He was in high school when she transferred into his school. He would secretly watch her every lunch break as she laughed care-freely with her friends. Whenever he saw her with a guy who wasn't him, he always went bonkers, he would go behind Zoya's back and threaten whoever the boy was.