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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

I Walked Out on My Biker, His Rival Was Waiting
You walked out on your biker with one bag. His rival offered you a room, no strings. Now both clubs think you're his.

Claimed by the Enemy Alpha
Two wolf packs are about to go to war. You're the human caught in the middle, and the enemy alpha just told both sides you're hers.