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56. Court (Clay POV)
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Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 57. Minor Grievances (Lexi POV)
Luke walked into the room just as I was about to apply a second coat of mascara. His eyes locked onto mine through the mirror, and something in his gaze gave me pause. "Go with the waterproof mascara today," he advised softly."Why?" I tilted my head, intrigued but confused. "What should I expect?"His eyes searched mine before he spoke. "We're going to be in a room where people's personal problems, their grievances, and sins are laid bare for judgment. It gets emotionally charged."I paused, taking in his words. My mascara brush dangled from my fingertips. "So, we're going to be hearing people's personal issues and watching them get, what, sentenced?"He nodded. "In a manner of speaking, yes. It's part of what holds us together as a pack. We're a community, and like any community, there are rules. When you break them, you face consequences.""Consequences that are administered out in public?""Yes. Public accountability is key. But you may find some of the infractions minor, even tri
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 58. I Needed This (Luke POV)
The room was saturated with a solemnity that clawed at old wounds. The last time I was in a setting like this, my life had been dismantled, my identity as part of the pack revoked. I'd been ousted by my former pack, shunned by the very people who were supposed to be my family. The memory was a frigid gust, chilling my resolve, making the moment feel like an echo of a past I had tried to escape but never fully could. And then there was the treaty. My father had pushed me to sign it after kicking me out, and I'd laughed in his face, swearing that not even the devil himself could force my hand. Yet here I was, ink still fresh on the paper, having signed it at Clay's insistence. I was back in pack dynamics, and it gnawed at me, another tether to a past I was never sure I wanted to revisit. Lexi's presence next to me shifted subtly, and I felt her discomfort and surprise as her eyes fell on the holding cells. Oh, if she only knew the weight these walls and bars carried, the lives they had
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 59. My Pack (Lexi POV)
I sat in the dimly lit security office, disconnected fragments of what had just happened swirling through my mind. Courtrooms were supposed to be places of justice and order, but I had witnessed a raw exhibition of primal power led by Clay. My boyfriend? The term felt inadequate, almost juvenile, for the potent male figure he had become in that room.When he'd read that paper, his eyes scanning over the text, I had felt it—an almost imperceptible shift in the atmosphere. It was as if the air had thickened, charged with an energy so intense it was palpable. And then I saw the way the wolves in the room started to physically diminish, their shoulders hunching, eyes downcast. Some seemed to cower, shrinking into their own forms as if trying to escape the oppressive weight of Clay's energy. A select few others seemed intrigued, as if the shocking transformation somehow drew them in.My eyes had darted to Luke, expecting to see him similarly subdued, but he was different. I caught a flicke
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 60. Reflection (Luke POV)
Water streamed down my face, a relentless flood washing away the filth but leaving the emotional grime untouched. I stood motionless, letting the water crash over me as if it could cleanse the memories that resurfaced today. My fists clenched involuntarily, knuckles whitening under the spray.That courtroom, that atmosphere. It had all hurled me back to the day of my own ousting. I could feel it, as vivid as ever. The vicious, raw sensation that clawed its way up my spine the moment my fate was sealed. Every fiber of my being had screamed in resistance, an inarticulate howl of protest against the unbearable decree. It was like an uncontrolled blaze, this rage that swarmed my senses, so overwhelming that I'd lost myself completely in it for a moment.My father's voice, cold and remorseless, cut through the haze of my fury. "You are nothing but a worthless, pathetic piece of trash, Luke. Now get the fuck out of my sight." His words slammed into me, each syllable a serrated blade twisti
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 61. Arena (Clay POV)
The day of the pack meeting descended upon us faster than the winter storm bearing down on us as we left for the school. Before I knew it, we walked into the local werewolf high school arena where Luke and I had once been students. We played football together on this very field. There was a strange sense of déjà vu, like revisiting a dream but with the edges blurred by reality. Typically, these gatherings occurred in the auditorium, but today was different. Challenges were in the air, and this space would save the trouble of transitioning from talk to combat.I led Lexi toward the Luna section, my footsteps hesitant. For a moment, the idea of leaving her there crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. There wasn't another human Luna at the moment, and the werewolf Lunas would bombard her with questions the second Luke and I stepped away. I could feel their curiosity already, almost prickling my skin.In stark contrast to my guarded demeanor, Luke radiated a sense of effortless, a
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 62. Challenges (Luke POV)
Pulling on black pants and a white button-down, I surveyed my reflection in the full-length mirror against the bedroom wall. My fingers grazed over a sleek, dark tie resting on the counter, but I hesitated. I glanced in the mirror at the mark on my neck, exposed to anyone who bothered to look closely. It was tempting to button up the collar and hide the intimate brand that linked me to Clay and Lexi. The werewolf world didn't know about us, not in the way that mattered. Yet, even as I considered the tie, I pushed it aside.I could almost hear the whispers and feel the questioning glances, each one a stab at my newly complicated identity. But there was no real point in hiding it. Our kind wasn't easily fooled. Their senses would alert them to the oddity among us. Rumors spread like wildfire, especially about a prodigal Alpha-to-be who left for the human world and returned...different. My shirt stayed open, and the mark remained exposed. A symbolic, if futile, 'come and get me' to anyon
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 63. Brutal (Clay POV)
I took each step toward the pit deliberately, as if trying to slow down time itself. Every crunch of gravel beneath my boots was a metronome, counting the seconds to the inevitable conflict. The crowd that gathered sounded like a storm, a constant hum of voices rolling like thunder, punctuated by the occasional laughter or sharp words like a lightning flash.Yet, my thoughts were an intricate maze of strategy. Each calculated movement, every imaginable maneuver or lunge, unfurled in my mind like a well-choreographed dance. Then, Lexi's voice broke through, her question about her surname like a ripple in a still pond, disrupting my concentration.The Council had inquired what name Lexi should carry. I had impulsively decided to keep her name, questioning whether she'd even want to be a Carmichael. In that instant, hearing her voice filled with playful disappointment, a wave of regret washed over me. I'd made a choice for her without asking, underestimating her readiness to be part of
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 64. Golden (Luke POV)
My eyes locked onto the savage ballet unfurling below, a heart-wrenching dance of snarls, fur, and fangs. Clay and Trevor circled each other, predatory and feral, in a pit now an arena of ancestral rites and simmering rivalries.Every part of me was in a state of upheaval. My brother had been rash and arrogant, traits I recognized because they lived in me, too. But it was Clay in the pit, the person I had grown to trust and love, fighting my fight. It felt like I was watching a clash between two divergent parts of my own soul.I gripped the edge of the barrier that separated the spectators from the combatants, my knuckles turning white from the strain. The tension was so thick I felt like I could reach out and grab it. And then, like a knife through the fog, the impulse surged within me. I wished it were me down there. I wished I could carry the weight of this moment for Clay. I turned my eyes to Lexi. She stood there, solid and resilient next to me, in the eye of this storm. She st
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Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 130. 5 Years Later
Our front yard was a scene of pure, unadulterated joy, with Reni and Lachlan, our beautiful 5-year-old twins, and their cousin Finn chasing each other around, their laughter and shouts filling the air with the vibrant energy of childhood. I found solace on the porch swing, enjoying the afternoon sun, while Moro, now a permanent fixture on our land as my advisor and friend, sat beside me. Moro's life had taken a beautiful turn; she was dating Devlin, sharing a life with him in more ways than one.Both Moro and I were weeks away from giving birth, our bellies round and full of life. Devlin emerged from the woods and greeted Moro with a kiss that spoke volumes of their shared affection. He glanced my way, assuring me that Luke and Clay would join us shortly.True to his word, Clay and Luke approached, already wearing shorts. Our attempts to maintain a semblance of modesty in front of the kids were somewhat amusing yet necessary. The dry boxes they kept on the edge of the woods for such o
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 128. (Luke POV)
In the quiet of our home, the absence of the familiar bustle and noise felt almost surreal. As Clay gently lifted Lachlan from his car seat, his voice broke the silence. "I'm just going to give him a bottle," he said softly.I nodded, a smile touching my lips. "It's all frozen, man." I thought about Lexi and how diligently she'd been pumping since leaving the hospital. She'd been a force of nature, feeding the twins or pumping tirelessly. We'd even bought a new freezer just to store all the milk she'd accumulated. Her determination was something I admired deeply.We tiptoed to the bedroom, careful not to disturb the tranquility. Lexi lay there, sleeping soundly, clutching our pillows close. The sight tugged at my heartstrings. "She was so tired," I whispered.Gently, I lay down behind her, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, while Clay positioned himself in front with Lachlan cradled in his arms. Lexi's eyes fluttered open, and a smile lit up her face as she saw our baby boy.
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 127. Precious Cargo (Clay POV)
Sitting in the NICU, our baby boy's warmth against my bare chest provided a strange sense of solace amid the beeps and hums of the machines. I glanced at Luke, our little girl nestled in his arms, her frailty marked by the wires and tubes assisting her breath. Despite her struggle, there was a certain resilience in her tiny frame. On the other hand, the boy made his presence known through his cries, only pacified in moments of sleep or cradled in our arms. The NICU staff, recognizing our unique situation, had granted us unrestricted access, a small mercy in this rough time. Lexi had stayed behind this visit, exhaustion finally claiming her. The look in her eyes when she thought one of the babies would not get as much attention because she wasn't there made her hyper-vigilant. The three of us couldn't go together, so we switched off, her the constant as one stayed home. Luke finally put his foot down, saying he was getting fragile herself. She only conceded to rest after I promise
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 126. Struggling (Luke POV)
In the sudden chaos of the night, with Lexi's water breaking unexpectedly, my world tilted on its axis. She sat up abruptly in bed, urgency in her voice, "Oh shit, Luke, Clay, wake up, wake up now!" We both jerked awake, disoriented. "What's wrong?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes, trying to process her words. "I'm sitting in fluid. I think my water broke..." Rushing to the hospital felt like a blur. Doctors swarmed around Lexi, their movements precise, their decisions swift. They decided on a c-section, taking out both babies at just over 32 weeks. Panic clawed at my throat, the reality of the situation pressing down on me like a physical weight. In the sterile confines of the hospital prep room, Clay, whom the hospital staff believed was my brother, helped me don the medical gown required for the surgery room. I paused, leaning my forehead against the cool window, a wave of emotion overwhelming me. Tears streamed down my face as I admitted, "I don't think I can do it, Clay. I don't thi
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 125. (Lexi POV)
Six months had flown by, and I was sitting on the floor with my pregnancy pillow wrapped around me. It was a quiet morning, just the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. I shifted and stretched in every possible way, trying to coax the baby - or babies, to be precise - to ease their foot or elbow from my ribcage.Under my breath, I pleaded with them, my voice a mix of discomfort and affection. The movements inside me were relentless, a constant reminder of the life growing within.Luke, stirred by my soft murmurs, slowly crawled down from the bed to join me on the floor. He stretched, a lazy yawn escaping him, then leaned over to kiss my round belly. "Stop torturing your mama," he whispered into my belly button, his voice soft and playful, sending ripples of laughter through me.He gently massaged my belly, tracing the visible lines of tiny feet and elbows gliding across my skin. The babies seemed to respond to his touch, their movements becoming more pronounced.I could
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 124. Untamed (Luke POV)
At that moment, with Lexi beneath me, everything felt amplified and intensified beyond my usual senses. My body responded with a fierce urgency, a primal need to ravage her. Every kiss, every bite of her lip, every roll of my hips was a testament to a desire that was more than just physical. It was as if an ancient, primal force had awoken within me, urging me to solidify our connection. I had to remind myself constantly – she was human. My strength, enhanced by the mate bond, could quickly become overwhelming. The last thing I wanted was to hurt her, to let this raw, untamed part of me cross a line. Lexi, lost in the intensity of the moment, seemed to be riding the same wave of passion. Her moans, her surrender to the sensations, spurred me on, yet the cloud of doubt loomed heavier with each passing second. Carefully, so as not to startle her, I eased myself up, maintaining our kiss until the very last moment. My grip on Clay's arm reminded me of the balance I needed to maintain.
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 123. Slip By (Clay POV)
As I stood there, watching Luke and Lexi, a profound sense of certainty washed over me. It was more than just witnessing two people in love; it was the palpable sensation of Fate weaving its intricate tapestry. There was no denying it – they were meant to bring a new life into this world. It felt like every star in the sky, every whisper of the wind, was conspiring to guide them toward this destiny.For me, the realization that I wasn't the first to embark on this journey of fatherhood brought a surprising sense of relief. I pondered why this was, delving into the depths of my thoughts. Was it the enormity of the responsibility that daunted me? Or perhaps the fear of confronting my own potential as a father.Yet, as I observed them, another far more profound reason dawned on me. It was the desire to see Luke transcend his past, to break free from the chains of his troubled upbringing. I wanted this for him – to prove that he was not a mere product of his genetics, but a man shaped by
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 122. Like Hell He Is (Lexi POV)
The shift in the room was noticeable as Clay finished updating the drawing of our tattoos. It symbolized our unity, of everything we had become together. Of everything we had to go through to be together. He flopped down beside us, pulling me onto his lap with a gentle tug. His kiss was a silent promise, a reaffirmation of our bond.The thought of having a baby seemed both daunting and incredibly right. I couldn't explain the pull I felt, a deep, instinctive urge that seemed to transcend my human understanding. A part of me worried about the potential complications of one of them being the biological father before the other, but I kept those thoughts to myself for now.Lost in Clay's kiss, I reached out instinctively and grasped Luke's hand. The moment our hands touched, the sexual tension that had once existed between Luke and Clay surged back with an intensity that took us all by surprise.Luke recoiled, almost as if he'd been shocked. "Holy shit," he exclaimed, jumping back.Clay g
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 121. Let Me Do It (Luke POV)
Something deep and primal within me stirred as Lexi's lips met mine. It wasn't just the rush of hormones or the inexplicable workings of magic – it was something more profound, more intimate. This was the enchanting kind of magic that comes with love, a deep connection, and the unspoken desire to nurture that connection further.Having kids was a concept I had never seriously entertained. Kids who grow up in rough homes like I did often fear the possibility of passing on those horrible experiences to their own offspring. I was no exception to that, but as Lexi kissed me, every fiber of my being seemed to awaken to a new reality. It was time – time to think about an heir.This realization hit me with such force that I felt compelled to voice it aloud.To my astonishment, neither Clay nor Lexi reacted with the same shock I felt. They seemed almost calm, accepting of the idea.I also felt this powerful urge to tend to Lexi's mark. A part of it was because of the tingling sensation overt
