Romans de Crystal B

You aren't eating, Rhea. If you’re going to survive my sister’s drills, you’ll need more than just caffeine and stubbornness.""I’m eating, Dominic. I’m just trying to figure out why your sister thinks a specific shade of red hair is the key to her happiness.""What did she write to you?""She wants her hair dyed. Just like mine. She looked at me with those eyes—God, she’s good at the silent plea—and practically begged me to make her a redhead by morning.""Absolutely not. She’s six. She hasn’t even hit her first shift yet, and you want to start chemical treatments on a Wolfe heir?""I didn't say I wanted to. I said she asked. But it’s more than hair, isn’t it? It’s a bridge. She’s trying to find a way to connect, and for some reason, she’s picked me as her template. Why are you so quick to shut down anything that isn't on your rigid schedule?""Because this pack runs on discipline, Rhea. Not on whims and watercolor paints.""She’s a child, not a soldier! I spent the afternoon playing

"Good afternoon, Rhea Callahan. You were not here when I conducted the final security briefing for the expansion territory, which is a lapse I find quite bothersome.""I was finishing my clearance at the Ravenfall station, Vivienne. I assume a pack coordinator of your standing understands the bureaucracy of the US Expansion borders?""I am Vivienne Laurent. I oversee the Wolfe Estate, the logistics, and the staff. My purpose is to ensure the Alpha’s focus remains on the Blackport territory and the pro-hockey trials. If you have a need, a grievance, or a request, you bring it to me. I am on call twenty-four hours a day. Do not bother Alpha Dominic with trivialities.""Understood, Vivienne. I’ll keep my 'trivialities' to myself and my focus on the ice.""Good. Here is the folder containing your non-disclosure agreement, your territorial conduct contract, and the training schedule. Your primary role is to get Lydia Wolfe ready for the elite trials. Her tutors handle the academics; you ha

"He isn't just an Alpha, Charlotte. He’s a hurricane wrapped in a three-piece suit. Dark hair, eyes like frozen amber, and a jawline that looks like it was chiseled from a glacier. He’s massive—six-three at least. I barely cleared his sternum.""Dangerous?""Lethal. My wolf was practically pacing behind my ribs the second he scented me. And ever since that kiss... I feel like I'm running a fever. My skin is hypersensitive. Just thinking about his mouth makes my pulse skip.""So you’re saying you’re in heat for the boss?""I'm saying I’ve never felt an attraction this primal. It wasn't just a kiss, Char. It was a claim. I could smell his need—thick, dark, and demanding. It was like standing too close to a wildfire. I wanted to sink my claws into him right there on that mahogany desk. If I stay, he’s going to ruin me.""And I want a front-row seat to the wreckage. I’m serious, Rhea. If he’s as well-hung as those elite Wolfe genes suggest, I want to hear every detail of him pounding you

Don’t bother sending a driver, Dominic. I’ll find my own way to the estate tomorrow.""Suit yourself. Logan will finalize the security clearance and have the NDA ready for your signature at the front gate.""Fine. Is there anything else, or can I go now?""Nothing else, Miss Callahan. You have your instructions. I expect you at the rink by eight.""Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Alpha.""Until tomorrow, Rhea.""Why are you looking at me like that, Charlotte? And please, for the love of the Moon, take that green slime off your face.""I'm looking at you like this because you walked into this apartment smelling like an Alpha's private gym and looking like you just survived a lightning strike. Now, spill. Did the great Dominic Wolfe hire you to train his sister or not?""He did. But it’s... complicated.""Complicated? Rhea, we’ve been through the Luna Guard Academy together. We’ve dealt with snarling pups, power-tripping Betas, and more locker room ego than a pro hockey team. What could pos

Sit down, Rhea.""I'll stand, Alpha. I prefer the view from up here.""A protector who doesn't follow orders? Interesting. Tell me why you left the Luna Guard Academy for a civilian contract.""Because the Academy produces soldiers, and I realized I preferred molding individuals. I’m a specialist, not a drill sergeant.""Why the switch to younger athletes? Seems like a waste of your... intensity.""I like that they haven't learned how to lie yet. Pups are honest. Adults? Not so much.""You find the rest of us lacking in integrity?""I find that most people in this territory carry enough hidden motives to sink a ship in Blackport Harbor. Pups just want to play. Adults want to conquer.""So you value transparency above all else.""Always. It’s the only way to survive a pack environment.""That’s all, Miss Callahan. Thank you for making the trip from Ravenfall.""That’s it? Ten minutes and a few questions about my philosophy?""Yes. My assistant will reach out on Monday with the final de

"You're late, Rhea. The Alpha doesn't care for excuses, and he cares even less for those who can't keep time.""The transit from the Ravenfall pack-run drifted behind schedule, Margaret. I assume the Luna Guard Academy taught you that some things are beyond a beta’s control?""Just get inside. Use the side pedestrian entrance. Don’t wait for the main gates to cycle."I didn't argue. I moved through the narrow iron gap as the locks clicked with a heavy, metallic finality. Before me sat the Wolfe Pack Estate, a sprawling monolith of glass and white stone that looked more like an ice fortress than a home. It pulsed with a raw, territorial energy that made the hair on my arms stand up.A man who looked like he’d been carved out of a granite cliff intercepted me on the driveway. He was massive, his suit jacket straining against shoulders that clearly belonged to a high-ranking enforcer."I have an appointment with Alpha Dominic Wolfe. Rhea Callahan, reporting for the head trainer position.