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No self respecting werewolf would take such a deal. "Deal" Tanner replied, shocking Rovak. "Deal" Rovak replied, stretching forth his hand. The two shook on it. "See you later Perez" Tanner turned to leave. "Later Vergara" Rovak replied. ... The hockey game was intense, the crowd watched in bated breath, wondering which team would win. Everyone's focus was drawn to only two players. Rovak Perez and Tanner Vergara. They were fierce, attacking each other with fierce strength.

“Because I sure as hell am.” The tension between us is a living, breathing entity. But for the first time since our paths collided in this twisted tale, I sense a shift in the dynamics. Roman may have pulled me into his world, thinking he’d won the game, but little does he know that the game has just taken a new turn. And I, for one, am eager to play. The feeling of resolution that Kaden spoke of earlier begins to solidify within me. As I look at Roman, it’s as if I’m staring at a puzzle, complicated and infuriating, yet intriguing in its complexity.

” Justin said and Damian hung up without responding. A sinister frown crept onto Justin’s face when he recalled all that Layla said to him and his anger boiled, but this time, he was reached towards Layla and not Damain and he vowed to himself, “ You ruined my plans Layla, you think you have tasted good life and fortune now you want to make me an object of mockery and ruin what I have been planning for year, huh. Well, if I can’t win this game, you won’t either. I must prove to you that we are both losers.”

“Nothing feels normal.” He leans forward slightly. “Talk to me.” Talk to me. Two words that shouldn’t affect me but do. I hesitate before speaking again. “It feels like I’m living two lives. The one I had before today… and this new one I didn’t choose but can’t walk away from. And I don’t know how to stand in both at the same time.” His gaze softens—a subtle shift, but enough to steady the trembling in my voice. “You’re not supposed to stand in both,” he says. “One will take over.”

He told me, begging for her openly this time, not minding how I felt about it. His words hung between us like a fragile thread, and for the very first time, I really felt that chilling distance between us growing wider than I could ever bear, wider than I could bridge. I could feel the tears prick at my eyes as I searched his face for a hint of understanding, but all I saw was confusion and frustration. All I saw is a man caught between two worlds, torn between two women. The one he loves and the wine he is obligated to protect.

"And what's the second?" Ariel widens his telltale smirk. "The second option is trickier; you could choose to sleep with me. But be careful, little mate, letting me leave a mark on your neck might remove your bond with the other one; the choice is yours,"

“You need to let him go, Rose. I’m serious. Cut ties with that man before he drags you deeper into whatever hell he’s living in.” I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her. Confused. Silent. And a little… uneasy. “I get it,” she continued, gesturing with one hand. “You think there’s something special between you two. That somehow you're different. That you can change him. But people like Luther? They don’t change. They just ruin everything they touch.” Her voice cracked slightly on that last word. Something twisted in my chest. “You’re acting like he betrayed you, Diana,” I murmured, half to myself.

I didn’t want to participate in this stupid revenge plan of theirs. They were crazy to think that I’d turn against Xander, of all people. My mate. My companion. Being away from him confirmed my feelings for him. If I wasn’t sure of them before, I was absolutely sure now. I was heartbroken that we’d been torn apart in such a brutal way, and that these people expected me to work alongside them in order to destroy the one thing in my life that felt right, for once.

Theme: Emotional Turmoil (Aria's POV) I am confused between two possibilities, and my heart feels heavy. My spouse and real love, Xander, supports me, but Marcus... I am also a part of Marcus. The connection between us tugs at my soul no matter how hard I want to deny it, leaving me feeling miserable and puzzled. To obtain clarity, I sit by the window and stare up at the moonlit sky. As the wind rustles my skin, my mind is racing with thoughts of the moments I've spent with them both.

“No. And that’s the problem. I don’t know what to do. I feel like I’m stuck between two people, and I don’t want to hurt either of them.” Chloe stared at me for a moment before sighing. “Riley, you’re a mess.” “Thanks,” I muttered. She softened, sitting down across from me. “Look, I get it. You’re torn, and it’s not an easy decision. But you can’t keep stringing both of them along. You have to figure out who you really want.” “I don’t know who I want,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. Chloe leaned forward, her expression serious.