Breaking the Ice with My Fake Boyfriend
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Six years. That’s how long I gave to Gavin, helping him train, secure his spot in the minor leagues, and build his status. I thought we were destined. But when I caught him with another female in the apartment I paid for, my world shattered. Seven months later, the final insult arrives: a gold embossed invitation to his mandatory Pack Unity Cruise. He wants me there to watch him flaunt his new life. He thinks he left me a broken, packless nobody.
He thought wrong.
I don’t just find a plus-one to ruin his night. I march straight into the private, heavily guarded training sanctuary of Kaelen Vane—the terrifying, dominant True Alpha captain of the Boston Frost Giants, and my ex’s absolute idol. Kaelen is a lethal god on the ice and a ruthless king off it, famous for his icy detachment and a rule never to touch the same woman twice. But Kaelen is facing a suspension from the Council unless he can prove his inner beast is tamed by a steady, respectable mate.
We strike a mutually beneficial, completely forbidden deal. We fake a fated-mate bond. I get to completely shatter my ex’s fragile ego on that cruise, and Kaelen gets the Council off his back. It was supposed to be a strict, business-only arrangement. But the second Kaelen’s dark, smoky Alpha scent wraps around me, my inner wolf wakes up with a roar. And Kaelen’s eyes aren't looking at me like a business partner they're glowing gold with a hunger that says he has no intention of ever letting me go
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Chapter: Chapter 11: The Team Jacket ProtocolThe biological mathematics of a True Alpha’s mating knot don’t care about luxury dress fabric, and they certainly don’t care about a black-tie gala schedule.For twenty-two long minutes, Kaelen Vane kept me firmly pinned against the dented sheet metal of that janitorial storage locker. My back was chilled by the cold iron behind me, while the front of my body was being thoroughly baked by the furnace-like heat radiating from his massive chest. Deep inside my core, his fully expanded knot held us relentlessly fused together on the concrete floor, a thick, throbbing anchor that pulsed in sync with our racing heartbeats."Kaelen," I whispered, my voice echoing off a row of plastic spray bottles. I tried to shift my left leg, which was still hooked awkwardly over his broad, tailored shoulder, but the movement only caused the locker door behind me to rattle with a sharp, metallic clang. "My thigh is going completely numb. If the arena night supervisor comes down this corridor to check the
最終更新日: 2026-07-23
Chapter: Chapter 10: The Maintenance Closet Manifest The utility room smelled of industrial pine cleaner, vulcanized rubber, and the imminent destruction of my professional dignity.It was a windowless, concrete bunker lit by a single, buzzing fluorescent bulb that flickered overhead, casting harsh shadows across rows of heavy-duty mop buckets, stacked cases of arena-grade paper towels, and spare uniform crates. The contrast between my shimmering midnight-blue silk gown and the literal industrial shelving units we were standing next to was nothing short of an absolute comedy."Kaelen," I gasped, the word instantly cut off as his massive, six-foot-five frame slammed against mine, pinning my back directly against the cold, unyielding surface of a heavy steel storage locker. The metal door rattled violently under our combined weight, a stack of plastic caution signs sliding off the top and hitting the concrete floor with a series of loud, clattering thuds. "We are thirty feet away from the regional sports board. This is a janitorial close
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Chapter: Chapter 9: Political Science and PastriesThe Lycan Sports Council was comprised of six ancient, terrifyingly wealthy Alpha shifters who looked like they hadn’t laughed since the late nineteenth century.They were currently clustered around a towering seafood tower at the far end of the VIP mezzanine, picking at oysters with tiny silver forks and looking down at the crowded ballroom floor with the detached arrogance of Roman emperors. Sitting right in the center of the semicircular leather booth was Chairman Sterling—a silver-haired, six-foot-four patriarch whose heavy, ancestral Alpha aura was so thick it practically made the champagne bubbles in my glass freeze solid."Stay close, Harlow," Kaelen murmured, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling frequency that vibrated straight through the silk of my gown. His massive palm shifted on my bare back, his thick fingers splaying wide over my skin to press me directly against his side. "The Chairman has been looking for an excuse to strip my captaincy for three seasons. He thinks
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Chapter: Chapter 8: The Logistics of a Locked-in MateThe problem with a True Alpha’s knot isn't just the intense, toe-curling heat of it; it’s the sheer, unyielding scheduling conflict it presents.For twenty-five agonizingly loud minutes, I remained pinned flat on my back against the vinyl padding of the primary rehabilitation table, my legs still awkwardly hooked over Kaelen’s massive, tattooed shoulders while his body held us biology-locked together. Every single time I tried to wiggle my toes or suggest he shift his weight, the metal legs of the table would let out an incredibly high-pitched, metallic shriek that echoed off the glass supply cabinets like a distressed bird."Kaelen," I hissed, my face burning as I stared at the acoustic tile ceiling. "My left foot is completely asleep, and I can hear the arena maintenance staff testing the Zamboni horns on the lower rink. If anyone knocks on that door, I am going to write a medical evaluation declaring you a workplace hazard.""Relax, Harlow," Kaelen grunted, his face buried deep in
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Chapter: Chapter 7: High-Impact Adjustments"Captain Vane," I gasped, my hands flat against the rock-hard wall of his chest as he pinned my hips against his. "This is a medical clinic. There are security cameras in the hallway, and the team general manager has a glass office overlooking the lower rink.""The GM is currently at a league compliance lunch, and the cameras in this wing don’t record audio," Kaelen murmured, completely unbothered by my weak attempt at professionalism. His gold eyes flared with a lazy, wicked amusement. "Besides, you’re the doctor. If anyone looks at the monitor, they’ll just think you’re performing a highly aggressive, deeply therapeutic pelvic alignment. It’s all for the team, Harlow. Doctor’s orders.""You are an absolute menace to sports medicine," I whispered, but my body was already completely betraying me.The heat radiating from his massive thighs was melting the last of my resolve. Underneath my tailored black pencil skirt, my core was dripping, a heavy, throbbing ache pulsing through my pel
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Chapter: Chapter 6: The Morning After the MarkThe scent of an Alpha’s victory doesn’t wash off with a standard triple-milled soap.I stood under the scalding spray of my small bathroom oasis at six in the morning, scrubbing my skin until it was flushed a deep, vibrant crimson. But it was entirely useless. Every single time the steam billowed against the glass enclosure, the scent of Kaelen Vane exploded into the small room—that heavy, intoxicating, and utterly suffocating blend of rain-drenched cedar, dark winter ice, and raw, predatory dominance.It was deeply embedded inside my pores. It was saturated in the very fiber of my hair. And down between my thighs, the heavy, aching fullness of his massive knot still lingered as a throbbing reminder of what he had done to me on that polished oak executive table less than seven hours ago.One hundred and eighty chapters,I reminded myself, my fingers trembling as I gripped the cool porcelain edge of the sink, staring at my reflection in the fogged mirror. This is a multi-volume executio
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