Werewolves and Vampires had been sworn enemies for centuries, their rivalry steeped in blood and hatred, a feud that could never be extinguished. Edward, a Vampire with centuries of pride and bitterness, had long been locked in conflict with Alexandria, a fierce werewolf. Their clashes had become a regular affair—violent, intense, but always predictable.

But this time felt different.

Edward had her pinned against the wall in the dark hallway of their high school, his fangs glinting like daggers in the dim light. Alexandria’s defiance was clear in her eyes, but there was something else in Edward’s gaze—a spark of something more than mere irritation. His jaw clenched, and a dangerous smile twisted his lips.

“You really know how to get under my skin, wolf,” Edward hissed, his voice a dark, velvety growl. The words were laced with something far more than annoyance—something possessive, obsessive even.

He had always despised her kind, but now, staring down at Alexandria with that familiar fire in his eyes, it was clear that the fight between them wasn’t just a battle of bloodlines anymore. It was personal. She had gotten to him in a way no one else ever could.

“Stay still,” he murmured, his voice a low warning. He pressed a little closer, his cold breath brushing against her face. “You’re not going anywhere. Not until I’ve had enough.”

The tension between them crackled in the air, and beneath his anger, there was something darker—a yearning, an obsession that had taken root inside him. It wasn’t just the rivalry anymore. It was something far more dangerous. Something he couldn’t quite control.