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he said, his eyes cutting into mine like he wanted to pull something out of me. I smirked back, lifting my bottle. “Enjoying the peace while it lasts.” His jaw ticked, just for a second, before he leaned back and took another long drink. The table roared again when Marco suggested another round. The bartender slid a tray of shots our way, and hands darted out to grab them. Ryan took his, still with the bottle in hand, and raised the glass in my direction. What was he doing? Was he drunk? “To rivals,” he said, his voice sharp enough that only I really caught the bite behind the toast.

It made his ruff want to rise, his teeth ache with the need to bite down on something soft and yielding. Jax Harlan. He’d hated the guy for three seasons. Big, mouthy enforcer who never backed down, always chirping just loud enough to get under Ronan’s skin. Ronan had told himself it was rivalry. Simple. Clean. Now it felt anything but. A knock sounded against the partition. Marek, his alternate captain, leaned in. “You good, Cap?” Ronan didn’t look up. “No.” Marek hesitated. “They’re saying Harlan presented. Full omega. Right after your hit.”

He pushed it open just an inch. "It's empty," he whispered. "Come on." We climbed out into a luxurious office. It smelled like expensive cigars and old money. But before we could reach the door, it swung open. It wasn't a guard. It was Cassian Vale, Maxwell’s biggest rival. He was holding a gun, and he was pointing it straight at Maxwell’s chest. "I knew you'd come this way, Thorne," Cassian said with a crooked smile. "But you’re a bit late. The police are already at the gates. And they aren't here for the ring."

I was going to meet this coward and make them regret every single photo, every threat, every time they made Riven look so scared. I slipped the phone into my pocket and headed inside, shaking water from my hair. Part of me was glad — eager, even. I couldn’t wait to throw the first punch. Whoever this was, they seemed obsessed with Riven. The way they said “leave him alone”… it wasn’t just about rivalry or some random stalker. It felt personal. Who the hell could they be? Someone from his past? A jealous teammate? Someone who knew he was an omega? I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, eyes closed. The image of Riven tugging down his collar flashed in my mind again — vulnerable, t

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I can’t help it, his responses are just too cold and frustrating. Luca looks at me like I am insane. This is why I end up shooting these idiots. The mafia has somehow made them robotic with very little compassion and absolutely no communication skills. “You are a Davi,” he says and I finally get why he is giving me the cold shoulder. The irony about our rivalry is that our men end up so deeply involved in the war they know nothing about that they end up fighting each other. They sometimes clash even more than us, the people who should be fighting.

He had not selected his best men and prepared for the war for months only to hear that his opponent wanted a one on one fight which was going to be to his advantage, considering the fact that he was the oldest and strongest living werewolf. Xavier shook his head. “Tell Alpha Ferran that I have refused his request and if he does not open the city gates for his King to come in before the next ten minutes, him and his people have themselves to blame for what would befall them. Just as Xavier was done talking, a loud trumpet blew and two flags rolled down from a hill some meters away from them. Xavier could recognize the sigil on the flags. The first, was an ice wolf and the second a black wolf.

They looked so determined it was almost impossible to tell that these very wolves despised the luna they were going after. But that didn't matter to Gemma because her best friend would be coming back. "Alpha, I see five men at the gates and three guarding the watchtower,” Rodrigo said as he counted the men they were about to face, and Aztec looked up to see what his beta had said. He just nodded at his warriors, who didn't waste any time in engaging the Miraculo warriors and taking them out. The Marshall warriors were using their silver-coated bullets on the Miraculo warriors. Granted, the Miraculo warriors may have expected an ambush, but nothing would ever hurt like going against the Marsh

I look at Xavier; it means something for them to show it to me. “It’s a symbol of a mafia organization, the silver vipers. The mafia group is our rival.” Xavier explains, furrowing his brows. “Devon, if someone from that group is targeting Arya to kill her. Then, this is bad, and no, we can’t just get information on a rival’s member, it doesn’t work that way.” “I don’t care whether that’s not how it works.” My voice remains calm despite the rage burning inside me. “I want to know why he pushed Arya down that escalator. Is that understood?”