Come one, come all, to the phenomenon Caraval. . .
Careful of being swept too far away.
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Taking place during Legendary, our fanfiction starts off with Y/N getting kidnapped. However, the scoundrel by the name of Julian rescues her from her captors and arrives on Valenda for the Caraval. Deciding to play, she's sucked into a world where she doesn't know fact from fiction, and is faced with three men who make her unsure how they view her: a game piece, challenge, ally, or lover. Julian is a liar but a flirt, Dante is dark but teasing, and Jacks is cold but. . . No, that's it.
You're Jacks' reluctant fiancé, but in order to keep his image you're fake dating Julian, but become Dante's dirty secret as well. Nothing is bound by any real relationship, and as the days pass, you struggle to win Caraval but not the hearts of three men who have no idea you're unsure of who to choose.
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"It doesn't have to be a game though. . . At least, we don't," Julian murmurs against my lips.
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"If I didn't take any kind of liking to you, you'd already be dead." Jacks breathes into my ear, grip on my arm now deadly. "Lucky for you, I find you amusing, perhaps even promising."
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Dante chuckles, pulling me closer. "No matter my identity, I want you to win. Don't you believe that?" His mouth touches mine, his words vibrating in my bones.
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!Will contain spoilers for the Caraval Trilogy, as well as violence, profanity, alcohol and drug use, mental health issues and self harm, suggestive themes, and romance displayed the same way as the series!
Mia is a sassy girl and a werewolf with an honest heart and, she lives with her father and her older brother, her father is the beta of her pack, Silver Moon Pack.
One night, she went to a party.
That night she meets new friends who are from a different pack.
And at that moment she also meets the alpha of Blood Stone Pack.
Her mate.
Blaze is an alpha of his pack, the Blood Stones pack is known to be the largest and the strongest pack in America, no packs could fight them or beat them mostly it's better to not make the ruthless alpha an enemy.
The jealous, possessive Italian man meet his mate at a party, as soon as he took a glimpse of her face, he swore to himself to never let her go and to never give her up to another man.
"I was only talking to him." She said fiercely.
"Oh yeah, well it seems that you were flirting with him." He scoffed.
"No I wasn't Blaze, stop being so jealous!" She shouted at him, his eyes turned into a dark colour, his wolf took partly control of him.
"Fuck off, I'm not jealous, I'm territorial. Jealousy is when you want something that's not yours. Territorial is protecting what's already yours." Blaze said gripping Mia waist forcefully and inhaled his mate scents.
She's only my luna and I will fucking kill them if they touch or glance at my mate.
Mine. The language of love is like that, possessive. That should be the first warning that it's not going to encourage anyone's betterment.
WARNING: THERE WILL BE CURSING WORDS AND MATURE CONTENT.
COMPLETED
1# HIGHEST RANKING IN ALPHA
1# HIGHEST RANKING IN POSSESSIVE
3# HIGHEST RANKING IN SELFISH