THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION

"The world can burn for all I care, as long as I have you with me, I care for nothing else." She moves to a new state with her omega father to get away from a murderer and obsessed demon who wants her but then she meets a tribid who is even more obsessed and he is her mate. He would whatever he must to keep her, he loves her as much as the air he breathes, she is hesitant but he'd never give her up.

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Chapter 2

CASSAIN

I never dream, kings like me do not dream.

Monsters like me cannot dream.

Yet for years, every time I shut my eyes, all I ever saw... was her.

Evelessa.

The child with silver eyes and fire-lit limbs.

The only being alive who wasn't afraid of me.

The one fate carved for me.

The one I lost.

Not by choice.

Not by desire.

Not by fate being kind.

On the night I was meant to meet her , as always...

I fell.

A coma.

A fucking coma.

The King of Shadows, Master of Realms, brought down by an illness no one could understand.

Her laughter in the clearing was the last sound I heard.

Her small hands throwing wildflowers at me.

Her smile, bright and fearless.

Then blackness.

Nothing.

I always wake from the memory choking on the same fear that has stalked me for years.

"Your Majesty," someone warns quietly, "your eyes-"

"I know."

They're burning.

Molten gold.

My soldiers stiffen immediately. They've been trained for this.

When my eyes shift like this, it means only one thing:

She is near.

Or at least... my mind believes she is.

I run a hand through my hair and lean against the cold metal wall of the Athletics Centre.

This campus.

This building.

This air.

It carries her.

"How many years now?" Lucian, my deputy, murmurs.

"Six," I breathe. "Six years without her voice. Six years without her scent."

"Six years of outbursts," he mutters.

I glare. He wisely shuts up.

The truth stays the same.

When I woke from the coma, she was gone.

Her father vanished with her and her brothers.

Their scent erased. Their trail removed.

As if they had never existed.

And I-

I tore the world apart searching for her.

I remember waking as if it happened moments ago.

I rose upright in bed, chest heaving, fingers clawing the headboard.

"Where is she?" I growled.

Even my council , warriors who commanded thousands , recoiled from me.

"Your Majesty," the healer stammered, "you've been unconscious for three months-"

"Where. Is. She?"

Pity filled the healer's eyes.

I nearly ripped out his throat.

"She's gone," Lucian whispered. "Her father took her. Even the royal trackers couldn't follow."

Something inside me shattered.

I burned villages.

Demanded answers.

Threatened elders.

Interrogated seers.

I even begged the Ancient Oracle , a woman I despise.

Her words:

"You will not find her until the world decides you are ready."

I hit her.

She only laughed.

Years.

I searched for years.

Every realm.

Every town.

Every coven.

Nothing.

"Cassain," Lucian's voice pulls me back. "Your heart is racing."

Then,

The gym doors open.

Students walk in laughing, talking, oblivious.

Humans.

I've been hiding among them, wearing masks:

Ice hockey star.

Billionaire heir.

Third-year student.

All lies.

Until the one scent that can break me fills the air.

Warm. Soft.

Jasmine dipped in fire.

My whole body goes rigid.

Lucian notices. "What is it?"

My voice is barely a breath.

"Her."

And then she walks in.

Evelessa.

My mate.

My curse.

My salvation.

My obsession.

My tiny spark,

now grown into something dangerous and devastatingly beautiful.

She steps into the gym and the entire world stumbles.

Sound fades.

Time slows.

My vision fractures.

Dark hair in a messy bun.

A sweatshirt clinging to curves that make my teeth ache.

Pink lips.

Silver eyes , still bright, still sharp, still mine.

My gaze follows her brothers guiding her inside.

Overprotective idiots.

But I barely see them.

I see her.

"Cassain," Lucian warns. "Your eyes."

I don't care.

She looks at me.

Directly at me.

Electricity rips down my spine.

Her lips part.

Her heartbeat stutters.

She remembers.

My mate.

Found.

Finally.

My men murmur:

"Is it truly her?"

"She's... stunning."

A roar explodes out of me, shaking the wall.

They all fall back instantly.

Mine.

She jolts and quickly looks away.

Good.

Be afraid.

Run if you want.

It changes nothing.

She's here now.

I'm never letting her vanish again.

Then some blonde cheer captain starts tormenting her.

A Barbie-looking parasite with a death wish.

"I'm going to tear that girl in half," I growl.

"Cass," Lucian hisses, "humans are fragile. Please delay murder until after midterms."

I breathe. Barely.

Then the coach calls her name.

"Evelessa, you're up."

She walks to the middle of the gym and every man in the room stares.

Idiots.

"She's incredible-"

"Who is she-"

The sound I make is not human.

My soldiers immediately form a shield behind me.

"Look away if you want to live," Lucian warns them.

Then she dances.

And gods,

the universe bows.

Her body bends, rolls, snaps into shapes that make my bones shake.

Hair flying like dark fire.

Legs slicing the air.

Hips moving like molten honey.

I grip the railing so hard the metal bends.

"Holy hell..." Lucian breathes.

One hockey player whispers, "Cass, are you-"

I turn my head.

He runs.

Good.

No one watches her like that but me.

She finishes her move, breathless and divine,

and I forget to breathe entirely.

Then,

She runs out.

Straight to the locker room.

Panic slices through me.

I follow.

"Cassain!" Lucian hisses. "Not in public-!"

Too late.

A King retrieves what is his.

The moment I step inside, her scent slams into me.

Water.

Jasmine.

Heat.

I'm undone.

She leans over the sink, water dripping down her neck.

I take one step.

Then another.

Until I'm right behind her.

Her breath falters.

Good.

I lower my face, brushing her neck with my nose.

Her pulse flutters like wings.

I breathe her in.

Long. Deep.

Something ancient inside me awakens.

Mine.

MINE.

"Evelessa," I whisper. "I've found you at last."

She freezes.

"You, you shouldn't be here," she whispers.

I smile.

"My love... I go wherever you are."

My hand slides to her hip.

She trembles.

"I will not lose sight of you again."

She turns, palms pressed to my chest, silver eyes burning with old hurt.

"You left me," she whispers.

The words gut me.

"I never left you," I breathe. "I was in a coma."

She blinks, stunned.

"When I woke... you were gone. I searched every world. Every day. For years."

My chest burns.

"I nearly lost my mind."

Her voice cracks. "My father, my brothers, they don't want-"

"I don't care," I hiss. "Because you're mine."

Her breath shatters.

I almost kiss her.

Almost.

But the door swings open.

"Eve? You okay?" her brother calls.

She gasps.

I disappear.

But I leave something behind.

A soft bite on her neck.

A promise.

A claim.

Found you.

And I'm never losing you again.

Continue to next part

My only friend was a time traveler. She said her mission in this world was to save me. She trusted me, protected me, and even helped my mate ascend to the throne of the Lycan King. In the end, she found a man who loved her deeply. She said this world made her feel warm, and she wanted to stay here. But later, when I rushed back from the borderlands, all I saw was her pale, frail body lying alone in the crystal coffin, cold as ice. Beside the coffin, her mate stood frozen, silent. Her young son whispered in relief, "Good, I never wanted a crazy mother like her." I looked at the woman standing beside them, pretending to wipe away tears. I thought to myself, I didn’t need to pretend anymore. After today, they would learn what true madness looked like.

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8.2

Alpha's Forbidden Mate.

8.2

Selene spent ten years as a rogue after she was accused of her sister's death. On her 18th birthday, a forbidden mate bond with Alpha Kael Blackthorn, the very man who exiled her, was awakened. He claimed her not with love but dominance. Mocked by the pack, tormented by Kael's possessive touch, and hunted by the ghosts of her past, Selene uncovers a dark prophecy: their bond isn't just fate, it's a curse that could destroy them both. When her sister returns with vengeance and betrayal, Selene must decide. Either she submits to a mate she swore to hate, or rise as the Luna she was born to be. But can love bloom in the shadow of obsession, or will the curse consume them both?

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9.4

Bond Severance: No Mercy for My Heart-Thieving Alpha

9.4

In the third year after my heart failure diagnosis, I, Aria Green, watched my Alpha, Luke Perry, generously give away my heart source to his mistress's father. Layla Vale, the mistress, flaunted how perfectly they fit together in bed, how well-behaved their pups were. My heart shattered. Since Luke had betrayed me, I would no longer accept him as my mate. But the heart source that belonged to me, I would take it back. I dialed a communication code that had been sealed away for five years. "I'll return to the Green Pack for the surgery. Come pick me up in a week." But when I truly left, Luke was the one who regretted it.

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9.2

Escaping the Alpha's Trap

9.2

I woke with a gasp, my body suddenly on fire. A searing pain radiated from my chest, spreading through my limbs like molten silver. My hands clutched at the sheets as I struggled to breathe through the agony. *Madison, I'm back.* The voice—that familiar, fierce voice I hadn't heard in three years—growled through my mind. I froze, afraid to hope, afraid to believe. "Lyra?" I whispered into the darkness of my bedroom. "Is that really you?" *Who else would it be? I've been fighting to reach you for so long.* Tears sprang to my eyes as I felt my bones ache with a different kind of pain—the forgotten sensation of my wolf stirring beneath my skin. For three years, I'd been hollow, incomplete, a werewolf without her wolf. The doctors had called it trauma-induced suppression after the rogue attack.

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9.3

I Walked Away After My Alpha Betrayed Me

9.3

The roar of the river gorge was deafening. Shadowveil and Ironridge warriors were running joint drills along the rocky banks, but I kept my eyes fixed on the rushing water. I hated the river. Years locked in the Moonhaven Pack's basement meant I had never been taught to swim. I was always the expendable blood-born daughter. Then, the flash flood hit. It came out of nowhere. A massive wall of muddy, violent water tore down the ravine with a terrifying crack. It slammed into the banks, washing away the solid ground beneath my feet. The cold was instant and brutal.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.3

Reborn: Marrying My Ex's Comatose Uncle

7.3

Ciel Miller opened her eyes to the blinding lights of a Manhattan ballroom, realizing she had been reborn on the exact night her life was ruined. On the stage, the billionaire patriarch of the Chavez family was proudly announcing her engagement to his arrogant grandson, Harry. In her past life, Ciel had blindly accepted his outstretched hand. That single step plunged her into a suffocating marriage filled with public humiliation and psychological torture, slowly draining her life away until she died. Harry had treated her like a pathetic stray dog, flaunting his absolute ownership while systematically destroying her. Now, as the polite applause echoed, Harry extended his hand with a sickening smirk, waiting for her to lower her head and submit. Instead, Ciel stood perfectly rigid and publicly rejected him in front of the entire New York elite. Harry's face drained of color, while his family quickly mocked her. "This is a cheap, embarrassing trick to get his attention," his sister sneered. Harry's arrogant smirk crawled back. He fully believed she was just throwing a childish tantrum to make him jealous, convinced she was absolutely nothing without his wealth and status. But Ciel looked at the man who had killed her in her past life with freezing disgust. Then, she turned to the powerful patriarch and dropped a bombshell that left the entire ballroom gasping for air. "If the family insists on taking care of me, I will marry into the Chavez family." "But I want to marry the comatose war hero. I want to marry General Deacon Chavez." She would rather spend the rest of her life with a "vegetable" than wake up next to a monster.

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