Five years ago, Eric Valence left Draven H. Malcom's hometown to find himself within the literary industry. The passing of his friend Melissa drove him away, and he soon became a well-known author.
However, when Draven H. Malcom encounters Eric Valence at an award show, he was taken aback when Eric was no alone, rather with his new fiancé, Kyle Merchi.
The ongoing battle for Eric's attention between Draven H. Malcom and Kyle Merchi is causing tension within the literary industry, and when information become exaggerated in the media, storylines for new comic books leaked to other authors, Draven H. Malcom is left confused as to who to trust.
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"I don't know what else to do. Coming back here made me realize how much I love you but I can't just forget about what Kyle did for me, we were together two years-!"
"I never said you fucking had to!" Draven shouted, broadening his shoulders, "All I asked was for you to be real with me. I didn't come to you and ask you to have sex with me, you came to me. I didn't ask you to come tell me you love me again, you came to me. Nobody asked you to fucking break up with your fiancé, Eric!"
"Then what do you want me to do?!"
"Nothing!" Both of them had been screaming their lungs out, Draven with veins in his neck as he continued, "Not a fucking thing!"
"Draven, come on-"
"No, just stop, please."
"I love you, you know that." Eric tried to reach for him again, and was surprised that when he touched Draven's fingers, Draven did not pull away. "Don't give up on me, please Draven."
Draven shook his head, "Then choose. It's either Kyle or me, choose right now."
Eric seemed taken by surprised, and he frowned, "I can't do that."
"Then we're done."
"I'm curious, you can read my mind but I can't read yours. What are you thinking?" I question him curiously, seeing his lips tighten into a straight line.
His hand rested on the mirror, seeing his finger rest on my face. He bites his lip only to soon move it off. When he turns now I see him look at me and I wait.
"I'm thinking...how handsome you are, that's what I am thinking." He murmurs to me and I raise my eyebrow. "I am thinking that, I promise!"
"I believe you." I chuckle, and he looks away shyly. "You're handsome in a fairy-like way...if that makes sense."
Azriel looks back at me, seeing him blush again.
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Never did Idris Drexel expect to be making an alliance with the enemy, Azriel Moreau. Idris grew up despising Azriel's kind, them being vampires. Azriel has also grown up despising Idris' kind, them being werewolves.
But, Azriel has abilities no one else does and he finds himself wanting to bring werewolves and vampires together. Becoming drawn to Idris who just wants to prove to everyone that being an orphan doesn't define him. Trying his best to push anyone he can away, the only one truly staying being Azriel, a vampire - his supposed-to-be enemy.
Neither of them knowing that they both are Mates. While working together, they'll learn to open up, change for the better, fall in love, and risk hurting one another. Are they both as strong as they make themselves out to be? Or is them both being Mates just a mistake like everyone says it is?