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Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 95. (Luke POV)
The silence in the office was almost a physical entity, thick and smothering, filled with tension that neither of us could articulate. My wolf prowled restlessly within me, its growls a ceaseless litany of disapproval and unease. Every fiber was screaming that Lexi shouldn't be out without us, not after what she'd been through. I looked at Clay, who seemed lost in a similar turmoil."Your wolf is uneasy too, isn't it?" I finally said, breaking the stifling silence.Clay nodded, his jaw clenched. "Can't blame him, considering.""I know," I sighed, feeling like an iron band was constricting around my chest. "But she needs this, Clay. She needs her freedom, her space.""Yeah," he said softly, almost wistfully. "Doesn't make it easy, though."We tried to work. We really did. But every document I looked at, every email I tried to compose, the words swam in front of my eyes, transforming into a jumbled mess that made no sense. My thoughts drifted back to Lexi, to the way her eyes twinkled w
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 96. Can We See The Dead Body Now?(Lexi POV)
The car ride back home was a mixture of excitement and, oddly enough, tension. Moro's revelation left me oscillating between shock and a newfound closeness. It was like stumbling upon an old photograph you never knew existed. When we pulled into the driveway, the trunk full of shopping bags and one oddly wrapped package, I could feel my anticipation building. Moro popped the trunk, and we began hauling our finds inside. I gripped the enigmatic, heavily wrapped package tightly, its form secure yet oddly shapeless under its multiple layers of bags. I headed straight for the bedroom, the mysterious package swinging lightly in my arms. I set it down on the bed with a sense of reverence. Then I turned to help Moro hang the cascade of new clothes in my closet. The colors and fabrics spoke of future days, of experiences not yet lived. There was an undeniable thrill in that, a promise of something more. As we were knee-deep in a sea of tissue paper and new clothes, Luke walked into the roo
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 97. (Clay POV)
As I stood there, my parents' car idling on the gravel path that led away from our home, the atmosphere felt thick with the unspoken, charged with emotions that words could barely contain. My dad's eyes met mine, a world of understanding exchanged in that glance. "Call anytime, son," he said, the simple words carrying a lifetime of meaning.Meanwhile, my mother was a whirlwind of maternal wisdom, dispensing advice to Lexi and Luke as if her words could form a protective shield around them. Her voice was tinged with a loving concern that only a mother could offer, and it settled in the pit of my stomach, a poignant reminder of the ephemeral nature of these family gatherings.As I tried to absorb the emotional textures of the moment, I noticed Luke lean down to whisper something to Lexi. I didn't need to hear the words; Lexi's face, her eyes, told me everything. I could see her nod softly, her eyes meeting Luke's in a moment of mutual understanding, and my heart sank.Soon after my pare
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 98. Like My Life (Luke POV)
I stormed into the house, my fingers clenched around the keys until they bit into my palm. With a frustrated growl, I hurled them across the room. They collided with the wall, scattering in different directions, like my thoughts.Like my life.I sank down onto the edge of the bed, my head dropping into my hands.How did I let myself slide back into this darkness? I was furious, not just at the world, but at myself. Clay had a point, as much as I hated to admit it. His words replayed in my head, each syllable like a hammer strike, shaping the metal of my regret. But what hurt most was Lexi. The silence from her was the deepest cut, severing something inside me that I didn't even know was vulnerable. Through our mate bond, I sensed a cloud of mixed emotions—anger, disappointment, sadness. Was it hers or mine? Maybe both.The door opened quietly, and Clay walked in. I felt his presence fill the room, a bittersweet blend of ease and conflict. I moved to stand up, to put distance between
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 99. (Luke POV)
The tension in the room was so thick it was almost tangible, suffocating me with every breath I took. Clay's furious gold eyes bore into mine before he yelled, "Luke, get the fuck over here and help!""She won't let me," I stammered, my voice cracking under the weight of my guilt and shame.Before I knew it, Clay had me by the collar and was dragging me over to where Lexi sat, her eyes averted, her body trembling like a leaf in a violent storm. He pushed my hand onto hers, forcing me to apply pressure to the towel wrapped around her wounded fingers. "Don't fucking move," he commanded, before disappearing out of the bathroom.I looked at Lexi, but she wouldn't meet my gaze. She was shaking, her face pale, her eyes hidden under her long, black eyelashes. It was like being stabbed in the heart. The physical sensation of her emotional pain rippled through our mate bond, each pulse feeling like a gut punch I fully deserved."I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I whispered, leaning down to gently li
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 100. Damage (Lexi POV)
As I sat there, the pricking sensation of the needle wove in and out of the flesh of my damaged fingers. Each puncture brought a sting that radiated up my arm, like an incessant reminder of the night's calamity. Beside me, Clay gripped my other hand, his thumb tracing slow circles on the back of my palm. He was there, but not really. It was as if his thoughts had carried him to a distant realm, somewhere far away from the small, sterile room where the healer worked on me.His distant demeanor wasn't lost on me. I knew he was wrestling with his own turmoil, perhaps struggling with how to bridge the widening chasm between us and Luke. At that moment, though, the physical discomfort was overshadowed by the unsettling stillness that lay between us. Clay was a rock in turbulent seas, dependable but inherently separate from the chaos. His silence weighed on me more than the sensation of the stitches pulling my skin taut.I tried to focus on the healer's movements instead, on the scent of an
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 101. (Clay POV)
Pulse pounding in my temples, my jaw clenched tight, I couldn't shake the vivid anger that surged through me. Standing in Luke's trashed apartment, the weight of my own regrets bore down on me. The resentment grew as I broke into his apartment—again. It's as if he had a flair for ticking me off in new and inventive ways. "Great," I thought bitterly, "now she gets to meet Drunk Luke too. What a grand introduction to our lives before her."The tangible tension of the moment weighed heavy on my shoulders as I surveyed the room, my eyes falling on Luke's disheveled form on the couch. I was livid, the kind of deep-seated anger that sits low in the gut and refuses to budge. I had a gnawing suspicion this would happen; the fear had been there from the start, ever since I'd first seen the way Luke handled his addiction. But to witness it unravel like this, endangering Lexi in the process, churned my insides. My hands clenched into fists involuntarily. Fuck, what I wouldn't give for five un
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 102. Home (Luke POV)
Ducking into the dense underbrush of the woods near Riverbend Apartments, I shifted back to human form. The sensation of bones rearranging and muscles contracting was oddly satisfying, an immediate stress release. I also knew I was taking a risk. Shifting wasn't allowed in the human world for a good reason, so I made it quick.Quickly dressing in the clothes I'd been carrying in my mouth, I grimaced at how they were soaked with saliva. But it was either that or run around here naked, and I'd had enough embarrassment for one day.As I approached the building, the doorman, Peter, was at his usual post. "Hey, you got any product on you?" I asked.Peter looked around cautiously before nodding. "Dude, you're in luck. I just restocked." I handed him the wad of cash that was stashed in the clothes, not bothering to count it, and in exchange, he gave me what was left of his stash. A lot, to be precise.Maybe too much.I reached my apartment only to realize I didn't have the keys. "Fucking b
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