LOGINHe’s my brother’s best friend. The golden boy of the ice rink. The one every girl in town dreams about, except I’ve been doing more than dreaming. I’ve been wanting him for years. But he’s forbidden. Not just because of my brother, who would tear the world apart if he knew what I felt, but because of what we are. Wolves. Bound by pack law. Caged by duty. And I was raised knowing the one rule that can’t be broken, never cross the line with someone who isn’t chosen for you. Except lines blur when he looks at me the way he does now. When his touch lingers too long. When his wolf calls to mine in a way I can’t ignore. On the ice, he’s ruthless, a star forward who plays to win. Off the ice, he’s reckless, dangerous, and everything I should run from. But one stolen kiss in the shadows changes everything. Suddenly, keeping secrets becomes as natural as breathing, and every game, every glance, every accidental brush of his hand is a war between what’s right and what we crave. Because this isn’t just about love, it’s about survival. Packs don’t forgive betrayal. Families don’t forgive broken trust. And if anyone finds out that I belong to him, the fallout won’t just destroy his career or my family’s name. It could start a war. He’s the one man I can’t have… and the only one my wolf refuses to let go.
View MoreElizabethMy blanket covered up to my shoulders, my toes hid in warm socks and my fingers snuggled in the lengthy sleeves of my biggest hoodie. My head was buried in my pillow, unmoved since I opened my eyes. The only parts of me that had moved were my hands, which held up my book as I turned the pages, forgetting myself in a fantasy beyond my world. Beyond the horror that was my reality.When there were no more tears to cry yesterday, I’d simply picked myself up, gathered my things and made my way up the stairs to my room. Inside, with the doors locked behind me, I’d changed out of my clothes, washed my face, and fell on my bed. I was weak. Utterly and truly weak. There was no strength left to fight, no tears left to cry, even if I tried. The options reduced by the day, and I was gradually coming to find that there was only one way out. One way that was synonymous with suicide. I couldn’t win. I couldn’t fight. What else could I do?Phillip, I hope you have a plan for us. I hope yo
Phillip :Where are you?My pulse spiked as I typed that response. I sat up, but not too quickly, and looked around like he could be in the very living room where I sat. I didn’t know if he could see me or only hear me. And I couldn’t decide which was worse.The room was still buzzing with the heat of our new resolve, Mason leaning forward, Rowan pacing, Reagan grinning like we had already won something tangible. I knew he only needed the assurance that we weren’t going to sit around and wait for a miracle. It was enough motivation for him, even if we didn’t technically have a full proof plan. My phone buzzed in my palm again and I looked down.:Close enough.For a second, I simply stared at it. The words themselves were harmless, almost amused, but the implication behind them was anything but. This private text made me uncomfortable, like we were co-conspirators, and from the little we’d exchanged so far, it may very well become our status. But for now, even now, we were just two wo
Elizabeth Let me define Crossing.In the Rex Pack, whenever the son of an elite reached a certain age, he became eligible to claim his mate. That age was twenty-three. It was not announced with drums or ceremony. It was spoken in lowered voices and carried in the way the pack’s attention sharpened, in the way mothers watched their sons more carefully and young women learned to avert their eyes.Anthony’s twenty-third Crossing was five months away.Five months. The thought echoed in my mind, like a shadow that continuously lengthened. Five months until he would be allowed - expected - to choose. Five months until the choice, once made, could not be refused.Once chosen by an elite, a mate had no right to say no.The law was old. Older than compassion. Older than rebellion. A claim was binding for life, and the pack treated it as a mercy rather than a sentence. To be chosen by an elite was an honor, they said. To refuse would be madness. Disloyalty. Ungratefulness.They never spoke of
Phillip "Hey." I sent the text. I wanted to add, 'It's Phillip' but I decided against it. I had a feeling he would know. I stared at it for a little while, unsure why my heart began to pick the pace, then I tossed it across my desk and rested in the chair.It was all so haunting - both the person and the circumstance - in a way that pricked my skin. I'd thought long and hard about what he wanted, but still couldn't assume anything. Instead I circled the same questions in my head. How long had he noticed me for? Why was he looking at me like that? What did he mean by we could help each other?Obviously, it had to do with the disturbance in the pack. Or was it obvious? What else could it be?There were too many players in the game and no clear line between. No one could state without a doubt who was for and against the pack. No one even knew what the rules of the game were, we all just fought to win. Aurelion was a curious character. The streets of the pack weren't familiar with h






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