Some games are played for fun. Some for revenge. And some? Some ruin you completely. A university AU where Jeonghan and Seungcheol are enemies in a game of pride, power, and desire. The only question is-who breaks first? Soccer player Seungcheol and Basketball player Jeonghan.

Book #5 of The Wrong Alpha Series! Alphas don't submit. They can't. It's a fundamental fact of life. But when Choi Seungcheol's rut turns deadly, Yoon Jeonghan has an impossible choice: Do the unthinkable and submit, or watch his best friend die. The act should have been degrading. Instead, it awakens a part of Jeonghan that shouldn't exist. Desire. Craving. Obsession. Seungcheol remembers nothing, but he knows Jeonghan is different-a bewildering, intoxicating mix of subservience and aggression. One touch could ignite a fire they can't control... and reveal the secret that would ruin them both.

Rebellious Jeonghan KNP S.W.A.T Seungcheol Jeonghan wants justice to be done at any cost, without caring about the consequences for himself, and the law means nothing to him.For Seungcheol, justice must be served through discipline and the right methods, and as the head captain of Seoul's S.W.A.T, he never compromises his principles. When Jeonghan is given a choice, prison or joining the S.W.A.T, both men are forced into the same battlefield. Justice is about to be served... but at what cost. Side ship : Minwon Soonhoon Verkwan Seoksoo Junhao

BOOK #5 What do you get when you try to cure poison with poison? A catastrophe. Shattered glass. Screams behind closed doors. And one infuriating novelist who keeps dragging me into his worlds like I belong there. This wasn't in the fine print when I accepted the assignment. A forged identity. A counterfeit guardian. A wolf dressed in security black, slipped into the orbit of that wide-eyed storm who never stops narrating his own life. Boo Seungkwan- the Kwon empire's beating heart, their vulnerable hinge, their radiant little jewel my family demanded I tarnish with my own hands. That was the blueprint. Cold. Straightforward. Merciless. And it was working. Perfectly. Until it wasn't. Until my gaze kept drifting back to him. Until my jaw betrayed me with a smile at his ridiculous plot twists. Until desire coiled hot and sharp in my lower spine- unwanted, relentless, shameful- every time he breathed out "captain," voice dipped in honey and lips flushed like sin itself. And the structure of my life- the oaths, the schemes, the years of inherited rage, the bloodline I was chained to- all of it fractures. Splinters. Falls apart at the slightest tilt of his head. Because the most fatal enemy isn't the one you're sent to kill- it's the one you start wanting to keep.

"Hello. I'm Seungcheol Choi... Chaerin's boyfriend." The chopsticks slipped from Jeonghan's fingers, clattering against the plate. The chair next to him scraped the floor, and suddenly a warm body settled into it. His fist clenched against his thigh as he chewed on tteokbokki a little too fast, trying not to look. He had expected a lot when he came home for summer: The dog giving birth again. The backyard swing finally fixed. Long, slow afternoons that smelled of sun and dust. But not this. Not his sister introducing her boyfriend to their parents like it was normal. Not the way Seungcheol's smile lingered a little too long, deliberate and dangerous. He swallowed. Summer was supposed to be simple. Somehow, this wasn't.

When gamer Choi Seungcheol moved into his new apartment, he didn't think much about its history. Sure, it used to belong to Yoon Jeonghan, the cold, beautiful, heartless, famous artist who had "tragically died" in a car crash a month ago. The news had been everywhere, and Seungcheol remembered thinking, damn, even his funeral looked expensive. Until one rainy night at 3 a.m., someone started knocking. Seungcheol, half-asleep and armed with the nearest frying pan, opened the door and froze. Standing there was Jeonghan himself. "AAHHHHHHH YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! I SAW YOUR FUNERAL ON TV!" Seungcheol screamed. Jeonghan crossed his arms. "Do I look dead to you?" Well... he did look pale and a little ghostly, though Seungcheol would admit, only in the "too pretty to be real" way. And the more he stared, the more Seungcheol realized the terrifying truth: Jeonghan might actually be a ghost.

What's worse than a blade at your throat or staring down your own death from a cliff? Getting married to Choi Seungcheol - the man even devils prefer to avoid. Yet here I stand, wrapped in silk I didn't pick, under chandeliers brighter than my will to live, listening to vows that feel more like contracts signed in blood. Everyone says this marriage will end a war. Cute. I say it's another battlefield - one I intend to walk across in heels and sarcasm. Because here I am, in a wedding hall dripping in roses and danger, smiling like I'm not actively planning how to make my new husband stop breathing.

𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ©𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡é𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐆𝐫â𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓.

Yoon Jihoon, according to all his calculations, was supposed to be a single child to his father, a new alpha in his new school, a kid having an extremely boring day in a new place, Until the script flipped. Now he is Choi Yoongi, claimed as someone's best friend he had seen first time in his whole life, and now has an omega seatmate who is hell bent on making his life hell. Like, what was even happening to him?! ~>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>~ Special thanks to @JIMINbtseveteen for creating book cover. I am not good at appreciating but you have all my love.