The cheers in the garage were still echoing when Lila descended from the platform. Her steps were slow, deliberate, as if each one was a battle against the humiliation she was about to endure. The crowd parted as she walked, and all eyes were fixed on her.Coyote leaned casually against the blue Chevy, tossing his helmet from hand to hand. When their eyes met, he gave her a small, infuriating smirk. Isabella was standing beside him, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with herself.Lila stopped just a few feet from them. Her long black hair, which she kept in a high ponytail, cascaded down her back like a silk curtain. It was impossible not to notice how many of the crew were sneaking glances at it now, whispering and nudging each other.Isabella clapped her hands, grinning like a game show host. “Well, a deal’s a deal. Coyote drove over 177 mph for five laps. That means...” She turned to Lila with mock surprise. “Time for a haircut!”Lila’s jaw clenched. “This is childish.”“No, th

“I really don't know, Maya. I woke up a day after and I felt great. It must be a miracle,” Coyote said, his tone casual, hoping she would buy the lie.Maya's expression shifted, her smile was cautious, touched with disbelief. It was the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Yeah, it must be a miracle. Have you gone to the hospital to check if you’re truly fine, in and out? Because there could be a scientific reason why you healed up so fast.”[Damn. She isn’t letting up. Is she even religious?]‘I doubt she is religious,’ he replied to himself, mentally.“I haven’t been to the hospital,” he admitted, choosing his words carefully. “But I promise I will as soon as possible.”He met her eyes, his green gaze intense and unwavering. Maya’s breath caught, and she quickly looked away, a flush blooming across her cheeks.[She’s definitely into you.]‘Yeah, I can see that,’ Coyote responded silently to the system’s voice.Maya turned her attention back toward him, lips parting to sp

Coyote’s eyes darted around the street. It was already getting dark out here, there were parked cars and some people were hanging around them taking in the cool evening breeze, but none of them stood out or looked out of place.“Is something wrong?” Maya asked, noticing the change in his expression.Coyote shook his head, forcing a smile. “No, nothing. Just… taking in the scenery and committing it to memory.”She nodded, stepping out of the car. “Text me when you get home.”“I will. I definitely will, gorgeous.”Maya waved and sashayed toward her door, giving Coyote a full view of her back. She turned around and gave him one last look before disappearing inside moments later.Coyote stayed behind for a moment, still gripping his phone. His gut twisted with unease.Who the hell sent that message? Who the fuck is messing with me? Could it be Gwen? Or wait a minute, Isabella?[My bet is on Gwen. She is the one who sent the message.] The system chimed in.‘You don't know that. It could ve

Coyote woke up to sunlight bleeding in through the sheer curtains, warm and golden across his face. The sheets felt expensive, silky, soft, like someone poured cream over his bare skin. His arm reached across the bed, expecting to find her, the woman who’d just hours ago made him feel like a king. But the space was cold. Empty.He blinked, then sat up.The memories from last night came back like a firecracker, Isabella’s mouth, her hips, the way she moaned his name. The way he’d whispered things he never said to any woman.He rubbed his eyes, still naked under the sheets, and groaned. “Damn...”[Congratulations, Host! You have officially added your first Harem Member.]Coyote froze.“What the—”[Love Detector.][Isabella Cruz: 60% love detected.][Status: Soft Emotional Attachment Developing. Potential: VERY HIGH.][Reward: 500 Harem Points][Before you ask, you get a reward of 500 points once you add a woman to your harem. For any woman to qualify as a harem member her love percentag

Coyote didn't remember putting on his shoes. He barely remembered grabbing a shirt, yanking it over his head as he stumbled out of Isabella’s penthouse like he was fleeing a fire. He remembered kissing Isabella’s cheek when she asked what was going on, but nothing else. His heartbeat thudded so loud in his ears he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. Just the echo of that damn message. Maya’s in danger.The elevator felt too slow, too civilized for the panic crackling inside him. He shoved open the emergency stairwell and took the steps three at a time, breath ragged, limbs uncoordinated. His knuckles grazed the wall more than once, but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t.He was behind the wheel of his red Chevy before he even realized where he was going.Traffic meant nothing. Red lights were suggestions. Horns blared, tires squealed, and the city screamed at him, but all he could see was Maya’s face. The gentle way she looked at him last night. The way her smile made something twist painfully ins