ICE- The Alpha's Unwanted OMEGA

gh the stone walls of the Silvercrest Arena, but

g for me at the end of the ice. My future husband, Ethan Carter-the most lethal Alpha to ever captain a hockey team-had been a hollow shell, tra

he Carters were the apex predators of the hockey world and the wealthiest pack in V

suit. The heavy silver embroidery caught the light, highlighting my pale skin and

blurred over my phone screen,

irony, he was Ethan's own nephew, Mason Carter. We had kept our heat-cycles and our secret trysts hi

r texte

ng room, my boots clicking against the concrete floor. I stopped dea

nnah Blake,

ou should go play the part of the devoted lover one last tim

I heard the rustle of fabric-the sound of him marking her. "Even if he tries to run,

ollins will lose his mind when he realizes you've

rashed inside me, howling in agony. I backed away,

hesitate. He sold me to the Carters to settle the debt, masking the betrayal as "family loyalty." But now I saw the truth: Mason,

just dead; they

a block of black ice. For years, I had endured Denise and Savannah's cruelty f

was done be

ilvercrest Arena alone, clutching a bouquet of winter lilies. I spoke the

t the "sham marriage," but I didn't care. As of this moment, I was a C

lass and stone worth over 150 million credits. Before I could even scent the pe

te, he radiated power. His features were carved from granite, his jawline sharp enough to dr

ident, he was the King of the Ice, the head of Silvercrest Holdings, a man rumored to be as ruthless in the boardroom as he

oak door c

e, I only just got away to see you," Mason said,

my voice cutting through the air like a skate blad

our future. Ethan is a corpse in a suit. You won't have to lift a finger. Once he passes, Attorn

scent cloying and dishonest. "Every

ve of pure nausea. "Get your filth

me again, to force an explanation, but then his face went ghostly white. Hi

ason stammered, s

the silk sheets. Slowly, with the weight of a mountain moving, Ethan