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They kept using me, switching positions, trading places, competing with every thrust and filthy word to see who could make me break harder. By the time they finally let me collapse, I was a trembling, cum-covered mess — ruined, claimed, and completely addicted. Rylan kissed my forehead, almost tender. “Round two starts in ten minutes, little new girl. Better catch your breath.” Rhys smirked from the other side of the bed. “Or don’t. I like you desperate.” The rivalry had only just begun. And I was already terrified of how much I wanted both of them to win.

Damien commanded against his swollen lips, his breath hot, heavy, and thick with arousal. "Everything. Right now." Elias obeyed without a single second of hesitation. His hands were shaking, frantic and clumsy with a desperate need to be bared. He tore at his own buttons, sending a custom pearl fastener clattering across the floor, discarding his jacket, his shirt, and his trousers onto the plush wool carpet until he stood completely naked before his rival under the amber, low glow of the wall sconces. The dark, fingerprint bruises from their previous encounter were still clearly stamped against his pale thighs—a highly visible ledger of his corruption.

I pulled myself back, locked down the feral part of me with chains made of will and terror, and felt the transformation reverse. My bones snapped back into place. My skin pulled tight. My breath came in gasping, sobbing gulps as I collapsed in the middle of the path, naked and bleeding and completely disoriented. The men were gone. They’d probably run the second I shifted. I lay there on the cold ground, shaking, trying to understand what I’d just become. …………………………………………………………… What I didn’t know was that Mara had been following me. She stepped out from behind a tree about fifty feet away, her sharp face illuminated by the moonlight. Her eyes were wide. Not frightened. Fascinated.

"This... this is brilliant. The balance on this bezel setting is unlike anything Vance Luxury has put out in five years." A small, proud smile touched Valerie's lips. "Because Vance Luxury was leeching off my uncredited scraps, Leo. They've never seen what I can do when I'm free." Hours bled into the evening as Valerie became completely lost in her element, filling page after page with pure, unfiltered genius while Leo assisted her seamlessly. The heavy glass doors suddenly slid open without a sound. A tall, commanding shadow fell over the room. The air instantly grew heavy with the subtle scent of dark cedarwood and cold rain.

Control. Then he lunged. Fast, faster than my expectation. I blocked, twisted, and drove an elbow toward his ribs. He ducked under, sweeping a leg at mine. I countered, claws pushing at the edges of my fingertips; not a full shift, just enough for power. The air hummed with energy. “Not bad,” I muttered, pushing him back. He grinned. “Nice trick but you’ll need more than compliments to win.” We clashed again, blows and counters echoing through the arena. Each strike carried more heat than it should have: anger, rivalry, something I couldn’t name. The faint glow in his eyes told me his wolf was close to the surface, too.

I was the catalyst. I turned to leave, but a flash of a camera caught my eye. Across the hall, hidden behind a trophy case, stood the Rival. He wasn't smiling. He looked at his phone, then back at me, a cold, calculating grin spreading across his face. He had the photo. He had the proof of our "Forbidden Glance," and I knew that by tomorrow morning, my scholarship wouldn't be the only thing at risk.

He casually closed the glass door behind him and stopped. I instinctively took a sharp step back as I took in the full view of his naked form. His cock was long and thick, and it was already slightly hardened. I felt my pussy instantly clench at the sight, and a sudden, intense heat poured down my entire body as my pussy dripped with immediate moisture. Shit! I was getting intensely aroused just by the sheer sight of a naked guy, but not just any guy, a guy who claims he is my literal mate. I had seen a guy naked before, partly, I mean, that motherfucker when I had caught him red-handed with Cecily, but this was entirely different.

Brutal inter-pack trials, ranking competitions where both of them had walked away bleeding, a rivalry that people talked about the way they talked about old wars. He completed the circle and stopped in front of me again. Then he stepped closer. Close enough that I had to work to keep my expression from shifting. Close enough that I could see the precise moment something changed in his face. He inhaled and it made my blood turn to ice. His expression darkened in a way I couldn't fully read. Not anger exactly, but something that sat right next to it. His eyes dropped to my face and stayed there, and the look in them made my stomach drop straight through the courtyard floor.

Not even like an enemy. Like I was a piece he wanted to move on his board. And I hated that more than anything. Because it meant he wasn’t done with us. Not by a long shot. A little Cliffhanger cuties😉: Later that night, as Rival finally closes her eyes, she hears it again — three slow, deliberate taps and rival angrily stands up to go check.... muttering to herself, whatever this bastard came for it better be good.

my rival breathed, stumbling backward as he watched his army crumble. I didn't answer and didn't have to. My wolf was unleashed completely, utterly unleashed and even I couldn't recognize myself anymore. Three hundred, Four hundred, Five hundred. By the time I reached the last of them, the ground was drenched in blood. Bodies lay scattered like leaves after a storm. My breath was steady. My heart wasn't racing. I wasn't tired. Not even slightly. I stood over my rival as he trembled like a leaf caught in a hurricane.