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DNF I’m good.

LMFAO HE PICKED HIS FAVORITE COLOR FOR HER UNDERWEAR

Decent concept. Terrible execution. Nothing made sense. So many plot holes and inconsistencies. Lots of tell and showing something completely different.

DNF 106/259
3/29/26

I hate Chester. And the fact the epilogue is his pov. This book was to long and to boring. 2 stars. Ugh bet if there is another book it’d be about rescuing the cloud map

I skipped the sex scene

I was pretty much done with this book. Until they started having sex. And I haven’t touched it in like 3 days.

UGH LITERALLY EVERYONE SAW THAT COMING. OF COURSE ML HAD A FUCKING JUG.

Stupid fucking plot devices

Fucking he’ll. Girlie just use the fucking favor. Why would u make such a stupid deal

My alpha shoved me to my knees with force, hitting the floor and shuffling forward to scoop it up with our large hands, before depositing it in her lap again.
This close to her that scent was stronger. Sweet and wild, a slight earthy spice that lingered on the back of my tongue. My cock throbbed angrily, knot aching to bury itself in this sweet little omega.

The omega’s eyes were scanning slowly over the page, her focus fully on the book in her hands. My first thought was that it wasn’t safe to get lost like that.
She didn’t even notice me standing here.
“Omega.”
The word was a harsh, growled rasp. I flinched as she startled, the book dropping to the floor in front of her.

A scent tickled at my nose, spoke to my anger-riddled brain.
Mine.
Ours.
Omega.
It wasn’t hard to spot her. A flash of blonde hair spilling over the side of the chair she was curled up in. I rounded, needing to see her face more than I needed another breath.
Small. She looked so tiny in that chair, the one that was a bit uncomfortable for me to fold my large frame into.

When it failed, years of bearing no children they could sell, then the bonding started.
“Bite the omega, then she’ll finally fucking learn to be a real omega.”
As if the years and money they received for random alphas using my broken body wasn’t enough for me to give.
They wanted my babies, too.

Thrown into my dark cell and dragging myself to my corner for some attempt at safety.
The sting of a syringe. So hot, skin stinging and feverish, slick sliding down my thighs.
Rut. Claimed. Used. Shame.
Then it was over and when my body didn’t swell with their babies, it started again. The time in between was my only reprieve. They wouldn’t let them hurt me quite as bad.
Nothing to harm the baby.

That was the last time I’d talked to my mother for over ten years. Ten fucking years of brutality and assault.
Ten damn years of loneliness, pain, and grime.
Alpha barks forcing me to do whatever they pleased, even if that was to scream against the pain they inflicted.
Sharp knives, fists, teeth, tore at my skin until my brain was fuzzy and my body no more than a heap.
Broken bones.

YOU STUPID FUCKIGN DICK U THRU THE FUCKING JUG

STUPID ASS MOTHERFUCKIGN VAMPIRE AND WEREWOLF. OML I CAN FEEL MY BLOOD PRESSURE RISING.

Ugh I loved this. Especially the rat photos before each chapter. Lovely touch. Alright so contemporary isn’t really my thing. But this was incredibly well done. U can feel the character growth from here and Alaina’s journey to wellness was incredibly well done. 4.5 stars rounded down because the middle was dragging a bit.

“Kick their asses,” he whispers, and then he kisses me so soft and certain that everything stills. Well, until⁠—
“Hey!” Luc calls out, feigning outrage. “I heard that!”
Mason snorts. “Yeah, Greer. Way to stay professional. Very motivational. Inspiring for all your athletes. You’re so not playing favorites.”

After the Great Rat Surprise of the season, we made sure they were all fixed. Spayed. Neutered. Whatever the official term is for making sure Luc never accidentally starts a rodent dynasty again.
And that honestly feels like the most responsible thing this team has ever done.
Finn grins at my laughter before he brushes his nose against mine, and the weight of everything suddenly goes quiet.

Right now, his is with Jim, who’s not only obsessed with his own little guy, but also with everyone’s. He even built them a full-on rat palace in the new team bus, complete with hammocks, tunnels, and a damn miniature ramp system.
It’s excessive but also kind of amazing.

Mine is named Phoenix, a little white and dark brown fluffball who’s currently curled into the crook of Finn’s neck, nestled right up against Quebec, his all-white rat with a superiority complex. Their mom and dad are sleeping beside them, as if Finn is just another spot for a race-day nap.
And they’re not the only ones.

Luc was very sure Bristol was a boy when he bought him for Mason’s birthday.
Spoiler alert—she is not.
Honestly, it’s on brand. I mean, this is the same man who thought I was a guy for the better part of a season.
Thanks to that little misjudgment, we’ve got rats everywhere. Everyone has one now. It’s like a plague but adorable.

He’s trying to look all confident, calm, and devastatingly hot, and it would be working, except a tiny pink nose twitches beside his ear, followed by a second, and a third, and then a fourth.
I bite my lip, hard, to keep the laugh down, because while Finn is being all heroic and steady, his hoodie is doing its best to strangle him under the combined weight of four tiny rats.

Any woman who consistently qualifies within the top three men’s elite time range can start with the men.”
Luc reaches up to hold my upper arms. “That’s no one but her.”

The guy shrugs. “Exactly.”
I turn to look at the men behind me, one by one. “Did you do that?”
“I’d love to say yes, but it was all Otis,” Mason says, clearing his throat.

My ears ring so loudly that everybody around me must hear it too. “I… what?”

“Yeah,” the younger one mutters. “That’s exactly how I reacted.”
The older one ignores him. “We’ve had internal discussions. Even if that’s what the whole male field advocates for, we can’t make a one-time exception just for you, so we’ve created a new rule.

The guy sighs. “There was a petition, signed by the entire men’s elite field.”
My stomach flips. “Okay.”
“They’re refusing to start next season if you’re not allowed to race.”
Holy shit?
“Wait. You mean, I can go back to the women’s division?”
“No,” the older official says. “They’re asking for you to stay in men’s elite.”

Finn groans. “Can we please act like adults and at least get some breakfast in you before we start beating each other up?”
Mason strolls in with Bristol perched on his shoulder. Luc gave him the rat for his birthday, and he’s just as cute as Toulouse, though not nearly as sleepy. I simply pretend that the fact that his tail is even more naked doesn’t bother me.

More boob. Lmao

“Sure.” I tip my head, pulse buzzing, and lean in just a little. “Remember how I won Leogang this season? How I was faster than every man who’s ever raced that course?”
Luc barks a laugh. “Pretty unforgettable.”
“Legendary,” Mason adds from beside him.
“Cool.” I smirk. “Just wanted you all to know I did that on my period. Day one.”