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A heavy silence hung in the air, thick and unspoken. All eyes shifted to me again, but this time, I didn’t shrink under their stares. The oversized shirt I wore, borrowed and far too large for my frame, at least gave me the comfort of modesty.Yet, Dalton’s voice sent a shiver crawling up my spine. The way he had spoken—low, possessive, undeniable—made my pulse stutter. His gaze flickered to me, as if daring me to deny his claim.I didn’t.I couldn’t.Not when the memory of his touch still burned on my skin. Not when my lips still tingled from the way he had kissed me, like I was something to be consumed.I forced myself to look away, turning to Elijah. He blinked, then nodded with a grin.“Oh, yes, King. Glad you were there for her shift,” Elijah said easily, as if he hadn’t noticed the unspoken conversation hanging between me and Dalton.I dropped my gaze to the floor, unable to meet those knowing golden eyes any longer.Elijah’s voice broke through my thoughts, warm and teasing. “N

My muscles ached with a dull throb as I slipped into a comfortable set of pajamas, stretching my limbs to shake off the lingering soreness. Even though exhaustion clung to my body, a more pressing need took over—hunger. Not just any hunger, but an all-consuming, gnawing sensation that made my stomach feel like it was running a marathon.I placed a hand on my stomach as it let out a loud growl. Ever since I awakened my wolf, my appetite had skyrocketed, and now, food was all I could think about."Alright, alright, I hear you," I mumbled to myself, making my way toward the door.The moment I stepped into the hallway, the scent of something mouthwatering wafted through the air. The aroma of grilled meat, warm bread, and rich spices hit me like a tidal wave, making my stomach clench in anticipation. I picked up my pace, hopping down the stairs two at a time. By the time I reached the last three steps, I didn’t even bother with them—I jumped straight down, landing with a soft thud before d

The morning arrived earlier than expected, though it wasn’t the soft rays of dawn that roused me—it was something deeper, an instinct humming in my veins, urging me to move. Perhaps it was the newfound presence of Thunder, my wolf, or the weight of the expectations I had set for myself. Either way, the moment my eyes fluttered open, I knew I couldn’t stay in bed any longer.With a quiet sigh, I pushed the covers aside and slipped into the bathroom, the tiles cool against my bare feet. The warmth of the shower was refreshing, easing away any lingering traces of sleep. But just as I reached for the shower gel, a sharp sneeze tore through me."Ugh, I forgot about that," I muttered under my breath, eyeing the bottle warily. Scented products were a risk now—I had learned that lesson quickly. Instead, I grabbed a plain soap bar with the mildest scent I could find.Thunder remained silent, which was unusual. I had expected her to comment, but she seemed content, perhaps resting. The quietnes

The days blurred together as I pushed my body past its limits, training like my life depended on it. Strength, endurance, agility—I worked on everything. Every second was spent either running, lifting, or perfecting my combat techniques. If Elijah was with me, fine. If Dalton passed by without so much as a glance in my direction, I ignored it.I repeated their workouts, added new ones, and even watched videos to refine my technique. But today, my body had finally given in. Lying flat on my back, drenched in sweat, I gasped for breath, my chest rising and falling erratically. My lungs burned like fire, my limbs ached, but I refused to complain.Thunder, my wolf, was my only source of comfort. She urged me to keep going, to be strong. Even when the world made me feel like I was fighting alone, she reminded me I wasn’t.“Oh my god, girl, give yourself a break already,” Cynthia’s voice rang out as she strolled onto the field.I didn’t bother lifting my head. “Don’t waste your breath,” I m

The next few battles passed in a blur, each one fueling our confidence. That first victory had set something ablaze within us, and even when our team split into smaller groups, Team A continued to dominate most of Team B’s opponents.But as the matches wore on, it became obvious that Team B’s opponents were losing—badly. The crowd, once buzzing with energy, began to lose interest. The excited cheers dulled into disapproving murmurs. A few spectators even started booing.Matteo, always quick to notice a shift, took action. He brought his whistle to his lips and blew sharply, cutting through the noise.“Alright, listen up!” His voice carried across the arena. “Instead of facing separate opponents, Team A and Team B will now fight each other. Only the last five standing from each team will advance to the semifinals. After that, we move on to a one-on-one match.”A ripple of excitement spread through the crowd, whispers rising in anticipation. Matteo had just turned the game upside down.