Elise Brookes lives her life by the rules. With her color-coded planner,neatly arranged notes,and a future mapped down to the hour,she’s determined to leave nothing to chance - not her grades,not her heart,and certainly not the reckless boy who shattered her confidence. Jaxon Romano lives his life by breaking every rule. Known for his charm, troublemaking reputation,and storm grey eyes,he's spent years drowning in bad decisions. But when a drunken night lands him back in ELise’s orbit, he’s forced to face the one girl who always saw through him even when he never deserved. What starts as a clash of worlds - an unforgivable professor - pair them together for the semester’s biggest project. Elise wants distance: Jaxon wants a second chance he can't quite explain. Old wounds reopen, sparks fly, and the line between hate and something far more dangerous begins to blur. Elise has a checklist for everything. But falling for the bad boy next door? That was never part of the plan.

Jamie!" The world stopped. The arrow hit its mark—his chest—and everything shattered. Time slowed, the battlefield fell silent. The air turned cold, unnaturally so, as if the gods themselves had held their breath. Jamie collapsed, his body hitting the ground with a sickening finality that echoed louder than any war cry. It was like the aftermath of an atomic blast: no sound, just the ringing in my ears and the distant roar of heartbreak. I ran. Shoving aside anyone in my path—friend or foe—I dropped to my knees beside him, gathering his limp form in my arms. "No, no—Jamie, stay with me. Look at me. We’re winning, remember? We’re almost through this. We made a promise—after the war, the cabin by the lake, where we had our mating ceremony... We’ll go back there. Just us. No titles. No battles. Aiden and Emma will stay with Erick and Hank—they love them. We’ll finally get that time. Just us. Just peace." Blood trickled from his mouth as he coughed, his hand twitching in mine. "Erick!" I screamed over the mindlink. "Get over here—he’s in pain, I can’t stop the bleeding!" Erick’s voice came, flat and steady. "He doesn’t want you to stop it." "What the hell are you talking about?!" Another voice, this one behind me, grave and resigned: "Luna, the Alpha ordered us to see the mission through. No matter what. We have to kill Icarus. It’s the only way to secure the future of the pack." I whipped around, my voice splintering like glass. "So we just let him die?! Why? Why him? Why now? Haven’t we given enough?!" I turned back to Jamie, cradling him tighter as though sheer will could reverse what had already begun. My tears soaked his shirt. "Goddamn it! Someone help me!" I sobbed, pressing my hands against the wound, trying to keep him here, grounded, alive. "Selena… Artemis… please. Don’t take him. I’ll do anything, I swear—just don’t let him die." I felt the goddess before I heard her. Selena’s voice entered my mind like moonlight—soft, sorrowful. "There’s only so much we can do, Peyton. Fate cannot be undone. But you will be with him again. That, too, is written." "No!" I howled. "A second away from him is too long. A lifetime? I can’t—he’s my soul." The bond between us stretched thinner, fraying at the edges. I felt the weight of eternity trying to tear him away from me. "I’ll give up everything—stop transitioning, make him stop too. Just let us live. Isn’t that what you want? Balance? Punish me instead." "This is not punishment," Artemis whispered. "It is the path forged by your own love. He goes to protect it." Jamie’s hand lifted weakly, brushing my tear-streaked cheek with the last of his strength. His smile—small, tired—still held that fire I’d fallen for. "Fuck fate," he rasped, his voice barely a breath. "You know I’d never wear a dress." A watery laugh broke from my chest. "And I’d never be caught dead without eyeliner. We're both too damn stubborn, huh?" "Promise me…" he whispered. I leaned in close, forehead against his. "Anything." “Do you remember what we said… if anything ever happened?” My chest tightened. "The Terminator thing?" He gave the ghost of a laugh. "Do we still… have to watch it?" "Yeah," I choked. "Even if we have to watch it in the afterlife." He coughed again, weaker now. “I think… I have to go.” "No. No, please, not yet. Not like this." I held him tighter, as though I could anchor his soul to mine. "Jamie… please." His hand settled over mine. “You know where to find me.” We said it together, through tears, through pain, through a bond stretching into eternity: "When the moon is at its brightest, meet me where the light meets the dark." I kissed him one last time. His lips were warm for a second longer, and then— Only cold. Only silence. And then the sky split open, and the war began again.

We all know the story of how God created man and woman well if not here's a little overview so God made Adam from dirt, breathed into him the breath of life and he became a living soul. Adam got lonely so God took one of his ribs to make Eve and boom love at first sight. Well because of this story everyone says that each man has a missing rib and somewhere in this world they'll find it. But what if your missing rib was born 1000 years after your time and you died longing for her because of a dumb idealist mistake. Luckily the universe believes in second chances and brought you together but once you've used up all your good luck, bad luck follows. You can't spin the wheel of Destiny and expect to land on the Jackpot twice. Join Xander and Aria as they journey to find love even one the odds are against them and everyone tells them no. But the human brain does not understand the word, no so they only charge forward not knowing what'll be waiting for them along the tracks. Hurdles, Rocks, other obstacles but in love a happy ending isn't always at the end of the track.