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21. Small Hits (Luke POV)
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Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 22. Ten Days (Clay POV)
The second I saw them walking up together, a visceral sensation coursed through me, a feeling I'd never known. Every nerve ending in my body had been ignited, a volatile mixture of incredulity, fury, and something more complex. Jealousy? Betrayal? It was a heady brew, and it made me sick. I literally had to clench my fists to keep them from trembling.My eyes glowed, an involuntary response to heightened emotion. The person I was talking to sensed the abrupt shift in my demeanor and took the cue to leave when I coughed and closed my eyes. I couldn't let them see what was bubbling just below the surface; it was too raw, too untamed. Too dangerous for the human world.I led Lexi and Luke to the vault—the only appropriate place for this meeting. It was soundproof, which meant whatever confrontation was about to unfold wouldn't be overheard. Plus, the artwork and artifacts in this space were of such significant value that they served as a sobering reminder. Tread carefully. No sudden mov
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 23. In Danger (Lexi POV)
Clay's jaw clenched as he muttered, "Give me a minute to wrap things up here, and we'll go home." I followed him out and watched him, a storm of emotions brewing behind his eyes, as he began to organize some paperwork on his desk. His hands worked swiftly, each movement measured and controlled. It was like he was channeling his turbulent emotions into each minor decision in front of him. We walked out to his car in heavy silence. As we drove, Clay's grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled, starkly contrasting with the relaxed demeanor he usually had behind the wheel. "Can we stop by my dorm? I need to grab a few things," I asked softly, my voice tinged with caution. "Sure," he nodded, making a detour toward the university campus. I packed a bag quickly, scribbling a note to Moro about an impromptu trip with Clay for the next week or so. I deliberately left out any mention of Luke. Clay waited patiently in the car, and when I returned, we resumed our journey in silence. Aft
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 24. Long Road (Luke POV)
Lying on the couch in the dark, the weight of my choices settled around me like a suffocating fog. This was necessary, I told myself. It was essential because my life had spiraled into something unrecognizable, hollowed out by what I thought would give me an edge. The path ahead was a steep uphill climb, and damn, I dreaded every step.And Lexi. Why did her entrance into my life stir something dormant in me? It wasn't just me. I'd watched Clay around her, and it was like she could make us want to be better men with one word or look. I never thought Clay and I would find a scrap of common ground again. I didn't deserve this chance, but here I was, getting it anyway. An opportunity not just for redemption but for something resembling a real life.Sleep wouldn't come, my thoughts too loud, my skin tingling with the urge for another hit. I sat up and turned on the gaming console to distract myself, muting the sound to not disturb Clay and Lexi.Just as I was getting into the rhythm of the
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 25. Better Now (Lexi POV)
I woke up to the sound of grunts, clinking weights, and the muffled impact of feet against the floor. For a second, I was disoriented. Then I remembered: Luke was here, and they'd planned to work out in the living room to avoid disturbing the neighbors. Curiosity got the best of me, and I padded to the doorway, still in my nightgown. The sight that met my eyes was nothing short of primal. Clay's muscles flexed with beads of sweat glistening on his forehead as he pushed through the burn. Every lift was precise and controlled, and his eyes were ablaze with an almost electrifying ferocity. He was in a deep lunge, his muscles rippling through his t-shirt as he lowered himself, steadying a dumbbell in each hand. Luke was beside him, following suit, his form slightly shaky but determined. Their synchronization was almost poetic—a dance of strength and willpower. Sweat made their shirts cling to their torsos, highlighting every muscle in vivid detail. The sight was electrifying, and my
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 26. Pushing (Clay POV)
The sizzle of eggs and bacon filled the small kitchen as I focused on the task at hand. Cooking had always been a therapeutic activity, a way to shut out the chaos and concentrate on something simple and tangible. I plated the food and carried it to the living room. "Here you go," I said, setting a plate in front of Lexi and another in front of Luke before settling onto the couch with my own.I took a few bites before I noticed Luke poking at his food. My eyes narrowed. He needed to eat, especially given the ordeal he was about to go through. A low growl escaped my throat before I could stop it. "Eat it," I commanded, my voice laced with an urgency that surprised even me.Lexi and Luke looked up, caught off guard by the forcefulness in my tone. I could see Lexi's eyes wide with curiosity, but I held Luke's gaze. The atmosphere was tense with numerous unasked questions, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the harshness in my voice.Slowly, Luke picked up his fork and took
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 27. Shifted (Luke POV)
I'll admit, I had forgotten how invigorating a good workout could feel. It was like every fiber of my body was alight with renewed energy. But watching Clay move, I couldn't help but wonder: how the hell did he manage to keep up this kind of intensity without the aid of substances anymore? And then came breakfast. The moment he set that plate of food in front of me, the first wave of nausea hit. The aroma of the eggs and bacon, which would generally be appealing, twisted my insides like a wet rag. I couldn't help but think, did he do this on purpose? Was this some convoluted coercion to remind me of my weakened state? Every bite was a struggle. My body begged me to stop, but my mind screamed louder, urging me to hold it together, to not give Clay the satisfaction of seeing me crumble. Anger bubbled within me with each mouthful, stewing and festering as if fed by the food I was forcing down. Then we transitioned to video games, but it was far from the distraction I needed. Each mist
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 28. Control That Volume (Clay POV)
The tension was almost tangible as we drove down the winding road in Lexi's spacious SUV. I knew the upcoming confrontation with my father was inevitable, and the thought weighed heavily on my mind. I'd seen my dad lose control more times than I'd care to admit, but the hope that Lexi's presence might have a calming effect on him clung to me like a lifeline.Luke shifted uncomfortably in his seat, breaking my chain of thought. "Is there any way to dodge your dad today?"I chuckled, shaking my head. "You know better, Luke. Dodging my dad is like trying to dodge rain in a thunderstorm. You're gonna get wet. It's just a matter of how much."As I drove, my eyes wandered to the rearview mirror often. Lexi had insisted Luke and I sit up front, which left her sprawled in the back seat, staring out the sunroof at the sky. The serene expression on her face fascinated me, and I couldn't help but wonder how she was handling all of this—me, Luke, the pending visit to pack land, everything."What
Rival Alphas: Dance of Desire 29. The Treehouse (Luke POV)
I watched her hand retreat, her fingers leaving a lingering warmth in my fur. My thoughts whirled as I processed the revelation. Lexi could hear me. Not just Clay, but me. If she had only been connected with Clay, they might have kept it a secret, stashed away in a vault of unspeakable truths. But now, she also heard my thoughts, opening up a channel I hadn't considered possible. I wasn't her fated mate. I'd come to terms with that a while ago, accepting it reluctantly as an inflexible fact. But there was an indisputable energy between us, something that transcended reason. Now, in my wolf form, that something became crystal clear. A link existed, intangible yet impossible to ignore. She'd petted me and told me Clay was excited about our newfound ability to communicate during our runs. The concept baffled me. The last thing I wanted was to make Lexi the middleman in any discourse between Clay and me. Even in our prime, when we would've considered ourselves best friends, our interact
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