LOGINRivenMy back hit the hospital wall as I took another step away from the four alphas closing in. My heart was hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears.“Do not come close,” I said, my voice shaking. “Don’t come any closer.”They kept moving anyway, slow and predatory, eyes dark as they breathed in my scent. The open cut on my finger was making everything worse — my pheromones spiking uncontrollably because of the vampire syndrome.One of them smirked. “Look at his neck. He has a mark.”The others paused, narrowing their eyes. Another one tilted his head. “Yeah… it seems like he’s already taken. Fresh mark too. Let’s get out of here.”They stopped advancing. After a few tense seconds, they turned and walked away, muttering among themselves. I stayed pressed against the wall until they disappeared around the corner.Only then did I let out a long, shaky breath. My hand came up to touch the fresh claiming mark on my neck. It was still tender, but right now it felt like the only thing
RivenWe stood at the door for a long moment, reluctant to let go. Kael leaned in and kissed me deeply, slow and full of promise, his hand cupping the back of my neck right over the fresh mark. When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine.“I’ll call you later,” he whispered.I nodded, smiling softly. “Drive safe.”He kissed me one last time, then watched as I stepped inside and closed the door. The second I was alone, I slumped onto the couch, a stupid, lovesick smile spreading across my face. Everything from last night replayed in my head — the way he fucked me on the counter, the way he marked me, and the way the bond had flared between us like a living thing. I reached up and touched the mark on my neck. It was still tender and warm and sent a spark of heat through my whole body. I let out a small whimper, thighs pressing together at the memory.My eyes drifted to the band-aid on my finger. It was already peeling at the edges. I shook my head with a quiet laug
RivenI woke up slowly the next morning, body heavy and deliciously sore. My neck throbbed where Kael had marked me, and between my legs I felt the deep, used ache from how thoroughly he had fucked me last night. The sheets smelled like him… like us.I sat up, blinking. The room was tidy. Clothes were folded, the floor was clean, and even the mess we’d made on the bench last night was gone. Kael had changed me into one of his soft shirts while I slept. I smiled despite the soreness, warmth blooming in my chest.He wasn’t in bed. I got up carefully, wincing a little, and padded out of the room.I found him in the kitchen, shirtless, wearing only low-slung sweatpants, humming quietly as he made coffee. The morning light caught on the fresh mark I’d left on his shoulder last night. He looked up when he heard me and smiled, soft and warm.“Good morning. You’re awake.”I nodded, smiling back. I glanced around the quiet house. “Your dad and May… they’re not home?”“They headed out earlier,”
KaelI thought it was time.Riven had been through enough, and so had I. After everything that happened, I wanted our families to start healing too. So one evening, I brought it up while we were lying in bed.“I think you should come with me to visit my dad,” I said softly, tracing circles on his arm. “Just dinner. No pressure.”Riven tensed immediately. He looked nervous, almost shy, biting the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know, Kael… what if he doesn’t like me? What if it’s awkward?”“He already knows about us,” I reassured him, kissing his temple. “And he’s been asking about you. Come on. For me?”He hesitated for a long moment, then sighed. “Okay. I’ll go.”***The dinner was at my family home. The table was full — Dad at the head, May beside him, and Riven sitting right next to me. At first, things were surprisingly smooth. Dad and Riven clicked faster than I expected. They talked hockey, strategies, and even old games. Dad laughed at one of Riven’s jokes, and I felt something w
RivenThe stadium was electric.Thousands of fans filled the seats, chants echoing off the walls as the Vipers faced off against one of the league’s strongest teams. I sat in the stands, hood up, heart hammering in my chest. I wasn’t playing tonight. Coach had given me the night off after everything that had happened but I couldn’t stay away. I needed to see Kael play.The game was intense. Fast-paced, physical, every shift full of energy. Kael was on fire. He skated like a man with something to prove, threading passes, throwing checks, and scoring two beautiful goals. Every time he flew down the ice, my chest tightened with pride and nerves.When the final buzzer sounded, the Vipers had won 4-2. The crowd erupted. I stood up with them, clapping hard, a wide smile breaking across my face after what felt like forever.Then, over the speakers, I heard Kael’s name called.“Kael Dravin, you can now come to the ice.”The arena quieted a little as Kael skated to the middle of the rink, stil
RivenWe decided to go back to the hospital together. Kael’s hand found mine as we stepped out of the locker room, fingers lacing tightly. We didn’t hide it. We walked through the parking lot like that — two rival hockey players holding hands in public. People recognized us almost immediately. Phones came out, cameras flashed, whispers spread. But we didn’t care. Not anymore.We got into a taxi. The whole ride, Kael kept his thumb stroking the back of my hand. It felt like the only thing keeping me grounded.When we reached the hospital, I saw my father standing in the hallway. The moment our eyes met, I looked away, jaw tight. All the hurt from before came rushing back.Kael squeezed my hand gently. “I know your father disappointed you. He pissed you off. But just… give him a chance. Please.”I looked at Kael for a long time, then at my father, who was watching me with regret in his eyes. I sighed heavily.Dad walked up slowly and took my other hand. His voice cracked.“I’m sorry, Ri
RivenThe stretch was perfect — almost too much, yet exactly what I needed. He moved slowly and powerfully at first, then gradually faster, drilling into me with deep, possessive strokes.Every time he pulled out, I felt empty. Every time he slammed back in, pleasure exploded up my spine. The wet,
Riven“Riven?” Kael called softly from behind me.His breath ghosted over my hair as he sniffed gently, almost like he was breathing me in. One of his strong arms stayed wrapped around my waist, his warm palm resting flat against my stomach, fingers splayed possessively. The heat of his body presse
KaelI drove like a madman, weaving through traffic without caring about the speed limit or the honking horns behind me. My hands gripped the wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. The only thing in my head was Riven’s voice on the phone — quiet, tired, saying he was in the hospital. I didn’t eve
Riven“Dex?” I said, surprised, still dazed from the near-miss.“Are you okay?” Dex asked, staring at me with clear worry etched across his face. He helped me stand, but the moment I put weight on my right ankle, a sharp, blinding pain shot up my leg. I hissed, nearly collapsing again. It was fract







