Icy Nights: Mated to the Three Alphas
On my first day at North Star University, I ruined Martins Heller's $800 suit.
I'm Jessie Marlowe, 19, broke scholarship transfer from Buffalo just trying to keep my GPA alive. He's 22, Golden Wolves hockey captain, ice-cold, untouchable, and the golden boy everyone expects to end up with queen bee Lila Beaumont.
Coach's punishment? Spending the home opener trapped inside the giant, suffocating wolf mascot suit.
Then I overheated, my suppressants failed, and everything changed.
Three Alphas froze mid-play on the ice and scented me straight through the costume.
Martins wants to fight the bond that could ruin his perfect image. Jonah Kline, the sunshine defenseman, falls first, hardest, and most obsessively. Silas Vane, the silent goalie, knew I wasn't just another transfer before I did.
I'm not just a transfer. I'm the last white wolf of the Marlowe bloodline - thought extinct for twenty years - and the only she-wolf destined to mate three Alphas.
They think they've cornered their prey.
They're about to kneel to their Luna.
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Chapter: Chapter 6: The InternJessie MarloweI stay in the closet after Martins leaves. Maybe ten minutes. Maybe longer. Time snags between the door click and the ghost of his thumb still pressed below my jaw.My legs don't work right. My jeans are buttoned now, but my hands had trouble with it. Kept missing. Twice.That didn't happen. That didn't...I touch my jaw where his stubble scraped. The skin is hot. The closet smells like wet cardboard and old rubber.I push off the shelf and make it to the bathroom without falling.The Welker mirror is cracked top-left. My reflection looks like someone else. Swollen lips. Mascara dried in streaks. And a mark. Faint red, low on my neck where his teeth grazed. I pull my collar up. The fabric makes it worse.I splash cold water on my face until my skin goes numb. Gripping the sink. Counting breaths.A knock."Jess? You alive in there?""Yeah." My voice comes out steady. Good. "Just sick stomach.""You want me to grab your jacket? It's freezing out.""No. I'm fine. Five minu
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The ClosetPOV: Jessie MarloweI'm still staring at the dark hallway where Silas disappeared when a hand closes around my wrist."Come with me."Martins. I twist around. He's right there. Jaw tight. Eyes fixed on me like this conversation was already over."I'm not going anywhere with you, Heller.""Now, Jessie." He doesn't raise his voice. "Don't make a scene."He tugs me off the stool before I can argue. I stumble. My boot catches on a sticky patch of floor. I catch my balance on his shoulder, and his hand drops to my lower back, fingers digging in just enough to steady me. The bar is packed. People dancing. Drinks spilling. Somebody yelling over the bass. Tinsley is still tangled up with Trent by the back hallway. Brooke is laughing at something Nolan said, her head tipped back. Nobody is watching us."Where are we going?""Just walk.""People are staring.""I don't care."He pulls me through the crowd. Down the narrow hallway past the restrooms. The carpet here is torn at the edge, curling u
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Chapter: Chapter 4: The RinksideThe door to The Rinkside sticks, and Jessie has to shoulder it twice before it swings open."Okay, why does it always smell like beer and wet jackets in here?" Tinsley says, already pushing past her."That's the point, Tins." Brooke follows, unwinding her scarf. "Come on, I need a drink. Like, three drinks.""Can we just sit in the corner and not be perceived?" Jessie mutters, but nobody hears her. The bass is too loud.The floor is sticky. Actually sticky, like someone spilled a whole pitcher of something sweet three years ago and nobody bothered to mop. Neon wolf signs buzz overhead, washing everything in red and gold. The glasses on the tables are vibrating."Ooh, there they are." Tinsley grabs Jessie's arm. "Corner booth. Look."The team is hard to miss. They take up half the bar, spilling out of a massive booth near the back, and Lila Beaumont is practically in Martins's lap. Her legs are draped across his thighs, and she's laughing at something he didn't say, one hand playing wi
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Chapter: Chapter 3: Locker Room TensionThe cage door rattles but doesn't budge."Come on." She yanks the latch again. Nothing. The mesh is digging into her shoulder blades and the mascot head is still crooked, so she's stuck staring at the locker room through one eye hole. Rubber floor mats with tape residue on them. A bin of used towels. Someone's jockstrap hanging off a hook near the showers, which is just. Great.She knows exactly who did this. Trent Lasky and a couple of his frat buddies were cracking up as they shoved her in here after the game. "Team tradition," they'd said. "Rookie mascot gets the cage." Real creative."Hello?" She shakes the door. It clangs but stays shut. "Seriously. Let me out."The post-game crowd noise is muffled through the concrete, a distant roar like a TV left on in another room. She kicks the cage. Hurts her foot more than the door. She kicks it again anyway.Her hoodie is stuck to her back. Her hair is plastered to her forehead in wet strings. She probably smells like a wet dog that crawl
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Chapter: Chapter 2: The Mascot"Arms up. And don't rip it. This thing costs more than your tuition."Marlon Gibbs says it without smiling. He's holding the mascot suit open like a body bag, and the smell that hits her makes her eyes sting. Old sweat, fake fur, someone else's bad decisions."That thing probably has its own ecosystem," she mutters."Quit whining. The mouth has mesh, you'll breathe.""What about the rest of me?""You'll live. Game starts in twenty, let's go."She steps into the suit. It swallows her legs, her chest, her arms. Marlon yanks the zipper up her spine so hard she stumbles, and now the wolf head is crooked and she can only see through the left eye hole."It's crooked.""It's fine.""I can't see half the hallway."He sighs and jerks the head into place. "Better?""Not really.""Good enough. Go stand by the tunnel and look happy. The crowd eats this crap up. And don't fall.""Wasn't planning on it."He nudges her toward the rink. The suit weighs a ton, and she nearly trips over the giant paws
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Chapter: Chapter 1: The SpillThe bus doors wheeze open and the cold hits her face so hard her eyes water."North Star campus." The driver doesn't look up from his phone. "Watch your step. Slick out there.""Thanks," Jessie says, and the word comes out shaky because her teeth are already chattering. She drags her suitcase down the steps, the wheels banging on each one, and nearly eats it at the bottom. Doesn't. But close. The wind slices straight through her hoodie and she realizes, standing there with her fingers already going numb, that she left her good gloves in her old dorm back in Buffalo.Of course.She shuffles toward Welker Dorm, head tucked down, suitcase wheels catching on frozen slush every few feet. Someone has taped a tiny plastic snowman to the vending machine outside the entrance. Its head is lopsided. She notices it for half a second and then forgets it.Inside, the hallway smells like burnt popcorn and some kind of floral spray that's trying too hard. Room 314. She pushes the door open.A blonde
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