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The elders reels their head, then raises questioning brow as the pack future, Gamma, Riven, strolls in like he owns the place, grinning wide, a black leather jacket clinging to his shoulders, red hair dripping with slight drops of water and his eyes brown eyes glinting mischievously. “You’re late, Gamma,” Alpha Dagon says at the head of the table, unimpressed. “I bring gifts,” Riven beams as he steps forward and drops a folder on the table with a dramatic flair. “Well, it's not exactly gifts, more like really, really bad news.” He winks and slumps into the first seat he can find, crossing one leg over the other, looking like someone who just walked out of the magazine as he runs his veiny ha

Cael hit the wall hard enough to crack stone and dropped to one knee, shaking his head to clear it. “Alright, that’s a problem,” Riven said, moving to intercept before it could advance. He swung both axes down — the first rang off its shoulder, the second hit a gap and bit in… barely. The creature twisted its wrist, caught one axe in its grip, and flung Riven sideways like a rag doll. Mara’s hands were already moving, sigils sparking into the air. “Don’t get in front of it! We need to find a weak point”

Riven walked down the stairs, then suddenly a girl bumped into him, she turned around to say sorry and then left. Riven nodded, in his palm appeared a small piece of paper with the content: "A group of Vampires that went to prison is approaching." It was only a short sentence, but Riven knew what to do. He pulled out a handful of marbles the size of his thumb from his pocket. About to press the switch on the marble when suddenly Brawen's smile appeared in his mind, his finger stopped slightly. But just for a moment, he still firmly pressed down and casually threw it somewhere.

he said, his tone final. Celina’s smile faltered just a fraction, but she nodded gracefully. “Of course. I only wanted to celebrate. I’ll bring you something later, Rory, a tonic. For strength.” “Don’t,” Riven said flatly. Celina’s eyes lingered on me for a moment longer, then she slipped out, her perfume trailing behind her like smoke. “She’s planning something,” Riven said the moment she was gone. “I can feel it.” “She’s always planning something,” Kael muttered.

“With the thing and the people! He’s been talking about that one a lot lately. Very thrilling.” Apparently sensing that Isabella is trying to shift the topic of conversation away from his relationship status, Riven launches into a story about a project that Isabella is 99% sure is completely made up. Because Riven doesn’t work at a company. He works at the bar. Isabella nods along enthusiastically like she’s familiar with all the details, and she somehow manages to keep a straight face—even when Riven inserts three different acronyms into one sentence, rattling off a comical jumble of letters that Isabella knows doesn’t actually stand for anything at all.

Chapter 3 – Ravina POV AThe pervert The warm water eased my sore muscles as I leaned back in the bathtub, releasing a slow breath. The tension in my body would not leave completely, but this was as relaxed as I'd been since arriving in this pack. I closed my eyes, reaching out through the mind-link. Anna, can you hear me? A minute later, my head was filled with her voice. I'm here. How are you? "Exhausted. Irritated. Something about this place feels. wrong," I admitted. "Are they treating you nicely?"

Please stroke me, Max cried out. Thought you would never ask, Celyn said, her hands finally covering every space around his dick. She spat on it at intervals, making it slimy before stroking again. I swallowed hard. She sure was so good at it. My body was already warm, my pants soaking wet as I watched the scene before me. The room reeked of sweat, arousal, and precum, not only from them but from me. I was sweaty even when the AC was on, guess the inner heat I was feeling was higher than the cooling system.

… Later, as the hall swelled with soft conversation and the low hum of music weaving through the air, Mira drifted toward one of the high-arched windows. Outside, the sky had deepened into a rich shade of indigo, the kind that blurs the edge between night and dream. The moon hung high casting its glow across the polished floors. And there he was… Riven… he stood by the tall window, back turned, bathed in moonlight. The silver in his hair shimmered faintly. He looked almost unreal like a statue carved from ice and shadow. Mira’s breath hitched. She sensed the perfect opportunity. Gathering her courage, she stepped closer, her voice a careful whisper that barely touched the air.

“This isn’t a mistake.” Another silence. Different this time. Closer. --- The sound of footsteps broke the moment. Both of them turned instantly, blades lowering but not fully sheathed. Three students entered the arena—senior ranks. Not here to train. Kael recognized one of them immediately. Riven. Known for picking fights he didn’t always win—but never walked away from quietly. “Well,” Riven said, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Looks like we found something interesting.” Kael’s grip tightened slightly.

Every time Kael got close Riven slowed down or stopped moving. "You are shaking." Riven said with a dirty grin. "Reluctant fighter turned into a desperate top. Beg again. Tell me how bad you need to fill my hole." Kael's hands bruised Riven's hips more. "I need to cum inside you. Please Riven. Let me fill your ass." Riven rode him faster. The mirrors showed every detail. Kael watched himself thrusting up into the undefeated champion. Riven looked powerful on top. His muscles flexed and his cock leaked all over Kael's stomach.