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Kai Bennett who had made it personal every single time. He smiled slowly. It was not a nice smile. "Finally," he said. His voice was low and smooth and sharp at the edges. "My favorite rival." My stomach dropped straight through the floor. He thought I was Noah. He wanted to destroy Noah. And I had just agreed to sleep in the room next to him..

“My rival. My mate. My hole to breed.” Damien walked back toward his pack’s lands with every step reminding him of the thick load still sloshing inside him. His neck and shoulders burned with bite marks, his hole ached deliciously, and his body carried Lucas’s scent like a brand. The rivalry wasn’t over. But something far stronger and far nastier had taken its place. A burning, forbidden bond that neither pack could break. And deep down, Damien already knew he would be sneaking out again when the next full moon rose.

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.

Chapter 20 (Xander's POV) The fight started over breakfast. Which was perhaps the most ordinary thing that had happened since Sophia Laurent moved into my penthouse. It began with a photograph. Rachel Voss had published a piece in the Manhattan Chronicle that morning, not the romance coverage we'd been managing carefully, but something sharper. A corporate analysis framed around the merger timeline, the Phoenix Holdings threat and what she called "the convenient timing of a sudden love story between two lifelong enemies." Careful, pointed and professionally constructed.

Wanted someone to use me so hard I forgot my own name. His message was already waiting. Ryan: Your profile says you're new to this. But your kink list says otherwise. Degradation, rough play, orgasm control, anal training. That's not a beginner's wishlist. So which is it—are you actually new, or are you just another sub looking for someone to feed her fantasies? Direct. Blunt. No bullshit. My pussy clenched. I typed back with one hand, still touching myself with the other. Me: New to the community. Not new to wanting to be treated like a whore. Does that answer your question?

They'll definitely be even stronger this year! [Wow, they're top students from an elite high school! They carry themselves so differently!] When Connor and I entered, the camera swung toward us. The livestream exploded, and the comments went wild. [What the hell?! Why are they here?!] [AHHHHHHHHHH! It's Anita Rivers and Connor Thompson! The joint champions from two competitions ago!] [Excuse me, but who are they?] [You must be new. Two competitions ago, these two destroyed the leaderboard! They took joint first by a huge margin and finished hundreds of points above the second runner-up!]

He brushed off my attack and continued on with his story. “Once upon a time, there were two lovely mates that loved each other very much. They were the couple that everyone aspired to be. They were practically indestructible. Even in the face of the most powerful enemies, they were able to triumph with their love. They rejoiced and rejoiced, oblivious to the fact that not all of their enemies were dead. Like a fool he was, Dalton let his guard down and left his pretty little mate in my hands. I mean, what was I supposed to do? They already took everything from me! They took away my family, my friends, and MY SUPPOSED FUCKING TITLE! So, I had to take something from them too. It's just unfortu

“If he marries her, he’s definitely inheriting everything. I need a stronger political marriage, but there’s no one left.” Daniel hummed on the other end, clearly thinking. “What about Brandon?” I stopped pacing. “Brandon?” I repeated, like the name itself was poisonous. Brandon Kingsley was the last person I’d ever consider for anything, let alone marriage. The thought alone made my stomach twist. We were rivals. He was the guy who stole the fraternity president position from me. The guy who always outshined me, no matter how hard I worked. But worse than that— He was a man and it's well known that he was gay

“We have a winner.” I rub the back of my neck. “What I don’t understand is the motive.” Why would anyone willingly try to piss Damien off? Is it sensible? Absolutely not. It probably violates several universal laws of self-preservation. The only people I’ve ever seen survive doing it are his brother… and now his wife. Rhea. That’s her name, isn’t it? Honestly, she might be just as terrifying as her husband if she can get him this twisted up—and he can’t do a single thing about it.

“What can you tell us about the others? The ones who hide in the shadows? The witches? The vampires?” Their mouths fell open and their hearts skipped a beat. Working with the others was an abomination. The three factions — werewolves, witches and vampires — have been at war for years and the so-called Council did nothing to unite us… working with them sounds pretty crazy, but at the moment that’s the only way out. My plans were always ridiculous, but that was my winning tactic. Jace rose to his feet, his eyes narrowed, and he began his annoying speech. He has a habit of talking gibberish instead of telling them what they needed to hear. He began by narrating how the war between the factions