Claimed by the wolves.
Blurb.
Julliette Mercer swore she would never risk her career for a man. As the new sports therapist for the NHL’s most ruthless team, the Blackridge Wolves, she expects bruises, injuries, and egos the size of the rink. What she doesn’t expect is the way every star player looks at her—hungry, feral, as if she’s already theirs.
The Wolves’ captain, Bryan Maddox, is ice and fire, dominance carved into muscle. His touch burns, his stare strips her bare, and his warning is clear: stay away, or you’ll regret it. But Bryan isn’t the only one circling. His teammates stalk her with the same dark intensity, each one determined to claim what instinct says belongs to them.
They tell her it’s fate. She calls it madness. Yet every stolen glance, every forbidden touch, pulls her deeper into their world. A world of secrets, violence, and hunger that has nothing to do with the game. And when a rival Alpha decides to take her for himself, Julliette learns the truth: the Blackridge Wolves aren’t just men. They are predators. And the most dangerous thing she can do is love them back.
Julliete is caught between ruin and ecstasy. To resist them is impossible. To surrender might cost her everything.
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Chapter: CHAPTER SEVEN - LINES CROSSED.Juliette’s POV:It started with a gentle kiss, his soft lips on mine, seeking permission, which I easily granted. My hands on his chest, he smelled like soap and shampoo.. who knew shampoo could smell so delicious? The kiss grew from gentle to deep, passionate and hungry. I wanted, no, I needed more.His hands moved to grip my ass, then suddenly without any warning, he picked me up without so much as breaking the kiss. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, the coolness from the still locker on my back.My fingers tangled in his hair, trying to pull him closer, our tongues danced in a heated rhythm.“Juliette,” he moaned into the kiss. His voice, low, rough, hoarse and filled with desire.I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, mirroring my own frantic heartbeat. “We sho..uldn’t be d..doing thi..is” i manged to say without breaking away. “Fuck J.. I need you..” his words.. made me melt even more. I broke the kiss, trying to salvage what little restraint I had
Last Updated: 2025-11-05
Chapter: CHAPTER SIX - AFTERSHOCKS.JullietteThe following morning felt wrong, very wrong. It was neither loud, nor the least bit dramatic, it was just.. off. It felt as though the world itself had shifted half an inch whilst I wasn’t paying any attention. Dorian hadn’t said a single word to me since that one night. Not in the locker room, not even during treatment or even in passing, nothing. Just silence. He went back to moving like a shadow- silent, unapproachable and very unreadable, yet again. It was as though the whole bar scene had been nothing but a mere fever dream, birthed by intense exhaustion and maybe one too many bad cocktails. Except of course, it hadn’t been a dream. It had been real. I could still feel it, the specter of his big, strong hand on my smaller one. I could still feel the warmth of his soft lips whenever I closed my eyes. It made focusing on work insanely impossible.Every little sound had my nerves on edge. From the clang of sticks, the padding of footsteps all around me, to the low h
Last Updated: 2025-11-05
Chapter: CHAPTER FIVE- THE KISS.Julliette. Bars were basically a test of human endurance, and I was failing. Miserably. I had always suspected that humanity collectively agreed to invent them just to ruin nights for people like me—people who preferred walls to small talk, and strategy to slapdash flirting. And yet here I was, perched on a stool in a dim corner, nursing a drink that promised regret in liquid form and surveying the room with anything but ease. I had hoped foolishly, as it turns out that tonight I could be invisible. Just Julliette Mercer: quiet, competent, unobtrusive. No chaos, no brooding hockey players. I didn’t know I would meet him here. He was quiet—so quiet I thought at first he might be a figment of my exhaustion-addled brain. Shadowy in a way that made the dim lighting his personal stage, sitting at a table alone with a calm that could have been mistaken for smugness if I weren’t hyper-aware of every second of the day. Something about him made the bar feel smaller, heavier. My pulse spe
Last Updated: 2025-10-28
Chapter: CHAPTER FOUR- CHAOS THEORY.Julliette. The training room smelled like dirty socks and sweat, and for a second, I considered whether I had actually been hired to be a therapist or a firefighter. There was Luka, stretching with a focused intensity that made me pause. He was young, yes but not timid. Not awkward. He moved with the kind of controlled confidence that made every shift of his muscles look purposeful, calculated, and annoyingly… magnetic. “Hold still,” I said, kneeling by his ankle, adjusting the tape. My fingers brushed his skin, but instead of a rookie’s nervous twitch, Luka just grinned at me, fully aware of the charge in the air. “Hard to hold still when the therapist keeps looking like she’s judging my form,” he said lightly, teasing. “I’m a professional athlete, you know. I expect a professional treatment.” I blinked, momentarily flustered not by the words, but by the easy way he teased, the confidence that radiated off him in waves. Invisible, Julliette. Invisible. I told myself, even as
Last Updated: 2025-10-28
Chapter: CHAPTER THREE-“MINE”Julliette. The thing about rookies? They either shut up and blend in, or they try way too hard. Luka Simpson definitely wasn’t the first kind. I had clocked him since day one — younger than the others, still soft around the jaw despite the muscle, with this restless energy that made it feel like the air around him buzzed. Puppy energy, I told myself. Cute. Manageable. Like one of those golden retrievers who licks your face even when you’re trying to scold it. Except this puppy was six-foot-two, moved like a predator, and smiled like he had never once been told no. I was re-taping my kit bag when he plopped onto the bench across from me after practice, sweaty, grinning, and way too close. “Hey, Julli.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, dripping water down his neck like some kind of discount Gatorade commercial. “You got a minute?” “No,” I said automatically, eyes still on my bag. Rule number one: Do not encourage the puppies. They follow you home. He laughed. “Good one. I
Last Updated: 2025-10-28
Chapter: CHAPTER TWO- THE GIFTJulliette. The first thing they drill into you at sports therapy seminars, besides “ice is your best friend” and “for the love of God, don’t flirt with players” is the golden rule: Hands stay professional. No lingering. No straying. No letting your touch wander into “oops, did that feel good?” territory. You’re the calm. The fixer. The invisible one. And invisible had worked just fine for me. Invisible had paid my bills. It had kept me sane. Until Caleb Archer swaggered into my training room like sin in hockey tees. He hopped up onto the table with the smooth ease of someone who had been performing for an audience since birth. Shirtless. Smirking. Every muscle flexing like he had practiced in a mirror. “Mercer,” he said, stretching his arm toward me like it was an offering. “Do me a favor?” His wrist was red, swollen. Actual injury. Which should’ve been my cue to zone out, tape him up, and send him on his merry, cocky way. Instead, I got caught staring at the faint trail of
Last Updated: 2025-10-28
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