The captain’s darkest sin
Nikolai Volkov is the Beast of the Ice—a scarred, aggressive hockey captain and the future leader of the Northwood Demon Syndicate. He lives for two things: the violence of the game and the burden of his father’s dark legacy. To save his family's future, he’s agreed to marry Chloe Moretti, the perfect, golden-haired woman the world expects him to want.
But Nikolai has a secret. One night of masked passion with a stranger has left his inner demon burning for a woman he doesn’t know.
Enter Bella Moretti. She’s cold, brilliant, and a powerful vampire hired to manage Nikolai’s chaotic career. She’s also Chloe’s sister. The moment they lock eyes in the boardroom, the truth hits like a body check: the stranger from the club is his future sister-in-law.
Bella is no damsel. She’s a vampire who runs a business empire and isn't afraid of Nikolai’s horns. They are fated mates—a dynamic so rare for demons it is thought to be a myth—bound by a blood-link that could destroy two powerful families and a multi-million dollar hockey franchise. Now, they’re forced to travel together, work together, and pretend they don’t want to tear each other’s clothes off—all while the wedding countdown begins.
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Chapter: A Bad LeakNikolai POVThe metal handle rattled a second time, louder this time, sending a cold spike of panic straight through the air between us.Bella’s hands gripped my shoulders so tight her nails bit into my skin. Her dark eyes were wide, fixed on the lock, every drop of color drained from her face. If Chloe walked in right now—if she saw her sister pinned against the counter with my arms wrapped around her waist and my eyes glowing red—everything we were trying to build would shatter into pieces. The contract, the deal, the protection for her family. All of it would go down the drain."Bella?" Chloe’s voice came through the thick panel again, light and innocent. "Is someone in there with you?"Bella opened her mouth, but her throat locked up. She couldn't speak. She couldn't even breathe.I had to fix this right now.I lifted Bella off the edge of the counter, setting her feet down quietly on the floor. I shoved my red eyes back under control, burying the demon deep inside my chest until
Last Updated: 2026-09-18
Chapter: The Sound of the LockNikolai POVThe puck slammed against the glass with a loud crack, echoing through the cold, empty arena. I didn't stop to take a breath. I reached down, pulled another puck toward my skates, and took another hard floor.It was nearly one in the morning, but going to my room was pointless. Every time I tried to close my eyes, her scent filled my chest. It was drifting through the vents from the top floor where the staff offices were. She was still up working on the team schedule, and her dark, rainy scent was driving my inner demon completely crazy.I hit three more pucks into the net, my arms burning, sweat dripping off my chin. The ice was tore up around my skates, but the work wasn't doing anything to cool the fire under my skin.I looked up at the glass office overlooking the rink. The lights were still on.I glided over to the bench, unlaced my skates with quick movements, and threw on a plain shirt and gym pants. I didn't plan on talking to her. I told myself I was just going to
Last Updated: 2026-08-10
Chapter: War in the BoardroomBella POVI pulled my hand back from Nikolai’s grip so fast my skin stung. My heart was slamming against my ribs, but I squeezed my fingers into a tight fist and tucked my arm behind my back before anyone could notice how hard I was shaking."So," my father said, completely ignoring the thick silence between us as he gestured toward the long glass table in the center of the room. "Let's get down to business. We have a few details to arrange before dinner."We all sat down. Chloe took the seat right beside Nikolai, leaning close to him to whisper something in his ear. Nikolai barely nodded at her, his posture stiff, his eyes fixed entirely on me across the glass. I kept my face blank, opening my folder and spreading the paperwork out in front of me to give my hands something to do."To make sure this merger moves forward without any press problems," Mr. Volkov started, resting his hands on the table, "we need complete control over Nikolai’s public image during this hockey season. The m
Last Updated: 2026-08-10
Chapter: The Mask FallsNikolai POVMy knuckles were raw, but I didn't care. I threw another fast jab into the punching bag, watching it swing back before hitting it again with everything I had. Sweat was dripping into my eyes, stinging, but the pain was the only thing keeping my mind off that night.It had been two days. Two days since I met the woman in the silver mask at the club, and I still couldn't get her out of my head. Every time I blinked, I remembered the way her skin felt under my hands, hot and smooth, and the way her pulse jumped when I touched her wrist.My inner demon was clawing at my ribs, restless and angry, demanding to go back to the docks and search every inch of the city for her."That bag didn't do anything to you, Nikolai."I stopped, my breath coming in heavy gasps, and turned my head. My father stood near the doorway of the private training room, his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't smiling. He never smiled."Just blowing off steam," I said, wiping my forehead with the back o
Last Updated: 2026-08-10
Chapter: The Darkest EscapeBella POVThe draft of the merger contract lay open on the glass desk between us. I stared at the dark ink, my chest tight. Every word on that paper was a life sentence, and my father was sitting across from me, smiling like he had just won a prize."Sign the final approval for the legal team, Bella," my father said, his voice smooth and cold. "We need this wrapped up before the dinner tonight."I didn't pick up the pen. "Father, this isn't a business deal. You are giving Chloe to the Volkov Syndicate. You know what people say about Nikolai Volkov. They call him the Beast of the Ice for a reason. His demon is unstable. He's dangerous.""He is the heir to the largest territory in the north," my father corrected, leaning back in his tall chair. "And Chloe is thrilled. She wants the title. She wants the parties. She wants to be the wife of the syndicate leader.""Chloe is twenty-one!" I stood up, resting my hands on the desk. "She thinks this is a fairytale. She doesn't understand that o
Last Updated: 2026-08-10
Property of the King’s
For two centuries, the Lycans have been scapegoats, blamed for starting the brutal war that shattered the peace between species. Now, Werewolves, Lycans, Vampires, and Fae cling to their deep-seated hatred, only cooperating for the necessities of survival.
Nova Hayes is the most fearful, meekest Fae in the Ghetto, ridiculed for the unique, incomplete Mate Mark she hides on her wrist. Her dread of the outside world is absolute, especially her fear of the brutal rulers: Alpha Riccardo (Werewolf), King Leonidas (Lycan), and Lord Rafael (Vampire).
When Nova is forced to deliver supplies to the savage Werewolf King, her shame-mark explodes. Riccardo finds himself bound to a Fae he despises, but whose raw scent ignites a primal need he can’t deny. He claims her as a captive, sparking a volatile, love-to-hate dynamic. But when Nova accidentally unleashes her terrifying power during a high-stakes meeting, she discovers she is tethered to three of the most dangerous men in the land.
Trapped in a love and hate relationship with men who hate her species but are enslaved by their shared lust, Nova must survive assassination, master a dangerous new power over nature and death, and awaken the silver-white warrior within before the Witches of the Obsidian Coven finish destroying the divided world.
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Chapter: The Cold WhispersThe door slammed shut, and the heavy lock clicked into place. I stumbled back into the room, my entire body shaking so hard my knees almost buckled. My hands flew to my chest and the side of my neck.The heat under my skin was unbearable. The Wolf’s Head mark on my chest burned like hot metal, but the new mark beneath my jaw pulsed with a wild, rough energy that made my breath hitch.Two of them. Two brutal rulers tied to my soul.I sank down onto the rug, pulling my legs tight against my chest. My mind raced, tumbling over the nightmare that had just happened in the hallway. I could still see the dark fury in Riccardo’s gold eyes and the raw, dangerous look in Leonidas’s green ones. They hated each other, and they hated my species. Yet their wild instincts wanted to tear the world apart just to hold me.Why me? I buried my face in my arms, tears spilling over my eyelashes. I am nobody. I am just a weak girl from the Hollow. How am I supposed to survive this?My chest felt tight, like
Last Updated: 2026-09-18
Chapter: Collision of KingsA week passed in a blur of velvet curtains and cold stone. It felt like a lifetime. The highest tower room, once so grand, had become the physical definition of my dread.My life had shrunk to a small, suffocating routine. Aura, my kind Fae handmaid, was my only constant. She brought my meals, helped me bathe, and listened patiently to my mumbled worries about Silas. She was gentle and spoke often of the Ghetto, a connection I desperately needed, even if Maria's earlier, fleeting warning about "stillness" kept a tiny knot of caution tight in my belly.Riccardo, the Alpha King, was still terrifying. After his initial, soul-crushing rejection, I hadn’t seen him. I ate, slept, and breathed under the unseen weight of his ownership, but I never heard his voice or smelled his clean, mountain-rain scent near my door. He kept his distance, a deliberate, political cruelty meant to starve the mate bond he hated.But the bond wouldn’t starve. Every night, the Wolf’s Head mark on my chest pulsed
Last Updated: 2026-08-30
Chapter: A New FriendThe Packhouse wasn’t just a house; it was a fortress draped in rich, dark wood and expensive stone. The air inside smelled of beeswax and Alpha power—a crushing, masculine scent that made my Fae instincts scream in submission. I was hauled up a spiraling staircase, past guards who treated me like dangerous vermin, and finally shoved into a room high in the main tower.The door slammed shut behind the guards with a heavy, final sound. I stumbled forward, my legs giving out, hitting the thick, luxurious rug on the floor.This room was larger than five homes in the Hollow combined. Sunlight streamed through tall windows draped in velvet, illuminating a massive bed, polished furniture, and a private washroom. It was beautiful and utterly suffocating.A cage. I am a captive. I belong to him now. And I hate how weak I am, that I can’t fight.The sound of the door opening again sent a fresh wave of panic through me. It wasn't a guard; it was Alpha Riccardo. He stood in the doorway, his figur
Last Updated: 2026-08-30
Chapter: The Alpha's Violent ClaimThe journey from the Hollow had been a nightmare of anticipation. Every rustle in the trees, every scent carried on the wind, convinced me a Lycan patrol or a Werewolf scout was about to find me and drag me into the shadows. I pulled the cart through the dusty territory we shared, my heart a dull, terrified drum against my ribs.I kept my head low, the scent of pine and something musky and primal growing stronger.When the trees finally thinned, I saw it. The Werewolf border checkpoint. It wasn’t just a line in the dirt; it was a fortress carved from dark stone, sharp and unforgiving. Guards, massive in their black and grey uniforms, stood at attention. Their eyes, a chilling yellow, scanned the area, missing nothing. They looked like creatures built for war, not peace.I stopped, gulping air. The fear in my throat tasted like copper. I reached up, checking the scarf wound tightly around my wrist. The shame-mark was hidden.Just deliver the cart. Don’t speak unless spoken to. Don’t ma
Last Updated: 2026-08-30
Chapter: The Disposable FaeI was on my knees, brushing the cracked tile of the washroom. I hunched over, trying to disappear into the task. Disappearing was what I did best.Nova Hayes. Twenty-one years old, and the most invisible Fae in the Ghetto.The Ghetto was a small, miserable corner of the world we called the Hollow, trapped between the towering, unforgiving territories of the Lycans and the Werewolves. Here, everything was grey, the sky, the mood, the worn-out robes we all wore. But I was different, marked by something that made me easily despised by others.My hair wasn't the usual Ghetto brown or red; it was a strange, silver-white and my eyes were a completely purple. But that wasn't the worst of it. The worst was the mark.I tugged the sleeve of my robe down, covering the inner curve of my right wrist. Most species received their Mate Mark, if they had one, on their chest—a symbol that only fully appeared when they met their Mate. Mine was incomplete, a half-formed, delicate spiral, and it was in t
Last Updated: 2026-08-30
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