Ice Alpha's Sick Obsession

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my very marrow. It was a low, jagged rasp that cut through t

p, metallic tang of his sweat. I felt my lungs seize, the oxygen refusing to enter my chest. My heart did

my skin. The fabric was a deep, mocking gold-the color of his victory, the color of my cage. My pal

but the sound was swallo

Jaxson

is heavy, salt-stained hockey glove, wrapping around my waist. The leather was ab

rena lights. The transition from the shadows of the tunnel to the brilliance o

t hit my face like a slap. My skin erupted in a thousand tiny shivers, the fine hairs on my a

waved his free hand toward the rafters. "You're the

t burned. My ears began to ring, a high-pitched drone that tuned out the

ooked magnificent in his jersey, his face streaked with the grime

g me," I manag

iating from where his fingers dug into my side. He didn't care. He turned me toward th

, overwhelming scent of him-dark chocolate, bitter and rich, and the copper tang of bloo

manded, his voice a low vibration that I felt i

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n-the bone-crushing hits, the final goal, the weight of the champio

wn out until the honey-gold of her irises was nothing but a thin, shaking rim. I could feel her heart hammer

ing my name, but the only sound that mattered was the hitch

how the scent of her-lilies and fear-cleared the

pulling her closer until her shou

standing on. I wanted to burn her. I wanted to wrap my hands around her

lease," sh

cal strike. It made the muscles in my jaw lo

ampionship Ring caught the light, a gaudy, diamond-encrusted weight of gol

l the pride I expected. I only felt the

Remi toward me. I saw the way her throat worked as she swal

own so my lips brushed the shell of

raveled all the way up to her shoulders. She looked up at me, and for the fir

defi

enly steady, cutting through the roar of the crowd l

ngs in a sharp hiss. I felt the shift in the atmosphere, the wa

, my hand sliding from her waist to the nape of her neck. I bunched th

omise of violence. "I could break yo

hat roared in my skull. "Stop pretending you need m

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though the crowd was still screaming, it felt like w

grip on my neck was so firm I could feel the indi

snarl. I expected him to drag me o

e did some

d pressed his lip

lt the dampness of his sweat, the roughness of his unshaven jaw. It looked like a g

red against my skin,

temple. "You're only here because I allow it. You breath

the ice, my blood staining the white surface. The ringing in my ears int

ore people telling me how "blessed" I was to be the sister of

me until we reache

ing, concrete silence of the garage was jarring. The

ng with a low, predatory hum. The driver op

nto my bare legs. He climbed in after me, the door slamm

dark, lit only by the faint

ar began to move

is massive frame taking up far too much space. He stared out the wind

from me,

't the roar of the Alpha or the whis

ispered, my vo

e. He lunged across the space, his hands grabbing my s

with a dull thud. Sta

. "Don't speak to me. Don't even breathe in my direction. You're nothing to m

orner, a wall of sile

ith a cold that had nothing to do with the ice rink. I w

s when it

ted at the base of my neck,

It wasn't the linger

into my skin, carving a pattern into my flesh. It felt

s blistering, the heat radiating through my enti

re settling into a heavy, rhythmic thud tha

ring out the window, but I saw his hand twitch. I s

d into a bottomle

mate

ur kind. The one thing that was su

burning

e I was nothing. It was claiming the man who l

the fire on my skin screamin

d to my ex