LOGINAlina Harper is determined to survive her first year of college without falling into the typical clichés—until she collides with Rhett Blackwood, the infuriatingly handsome captain of the university hockey team. But Rhett isn’t just a star athlete; he’s an alpha werewolf carrying a dark past, a cursed reputation, and a temper that could shred anyone who gets too close. When a dangerous shadow pack targets the campus’s supernatural community, Alina and Rhett are forced into a fake relationship for protection. The rules are simple: keep it pretend, avoid real feelings, and survive the semester unscathed. Except rules are meant to be broken. As Alina navigates college life, parties, and exams, she discovers a web of secrets, betrayals, and dangerous enemies hiding in plain sight. Rhett’s brooding charm and protectiveness make her heart beat faster than any hockey match ever could, while hidden rivalries and past mistakes threaten to destroy everything. Enemies become lovers, allies turn into traitors, and the line between deception and desire blurs. With supernatural threats lurking in the shadows and their feelings growing impossible to ignore, Alina and Rhett must confront their fears, confront their pasts, and fight for a future neither of them thought they deserved. In a world where trust is a luxury and love can be deadly, will their hearts survive the game? Or will secrets, vengeance, and betrayal win?
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As I watched the young man walking towards my towering skyscraper, a wave of anticipation coursed through me. Despite being immensely wealthy, I knew my fortune wouldn't impress him and quite frankly I found his indifference to wealth, stupid. But there was something about him that made my heart race.
For years, I had my lawyers send countless legal notices to Forbes to ensure that I would not be included in their list of the world's most desirable men. I had no interest in such superficial and frivolous attention. My kind valued discretion and maintained a low profile, even though I knew my immense wealth and striking appearance would turn heads wherever I went. But even as I observed the boy's approach, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him, even if he turned out to be a parasitic swindler.
His slicked-back brown hair glistened with gel, framing a heart-shaped face with blue eyes and long lashes. His rosebud lips begged to be kissed, and his lithe body seemed to call out to me. I felt an almost primal desire to possess and shape him with my hands.
As he looked up at me, shielding his eyes from the sun, I felt a jolt of electricity pass between us. It was as if he could sense my stare from hundreds of feet above, and I could feel the magnetic pull of sexual attraction. I knew that we would have an intense chemistry that would ignite once we finally met.
He disappeared into the building, and I felt a sense of loss. But then the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn't just attracted to him; I was mated to him. My heart sank as I realized that I couldn't let him go. I had to claim him, or I would lose everything.
He was my secret boy, and I would stop at nothing to make him mine.
The stadium lights were blinding. Fans screamed their lungs out, banners waving in a chaotic sea of school colors. To everyone else, it was just another Ridgeview University hockey game—the championship match, the final showdown for the season.To Rhett, every cheer, every clap, every camera flash felt like a countdown. He had to focus, but his mind kept drifting.Alina was missing.The empty room back at the cabin haunted him. The glowing mark, the whispering shadow, the words on the wall: “YOU CAN’T SAVE WHAT YOU ALREADY DAMNED.”And now, here he was, on the ice, surrounded by hundreds of humans who didn’t have a clue that the shadow predators could strike at any second.Coach’s voice echoed in his helmet: “Blackwood, keep your head in the game!”Rhett gritted his teeth. He skated faster, blocking shots, checking players, scoring goals—but each movement was mechanical, his mind elsewhere.Then he noticed it.A dark figure on the stands. Silent. Watching. Too still to be a fan. Eyes
The cabin was deathly quiet after the fire went out.The mark on Alina’s shoulder still pulsed, faint but steady, like it had its own heartbeat. Every flicker of pain reminded her of Rhett—and the way he’d walked into that darkness alone.She grabbed the first flashlight she found on the table and forced herself toward the door. Rhett had told her not to follow, but the silence outside felt wrong. Not peaceful—predatory.The night hit her with a cold so sharp it burned. Snow drifted through the pines, silvered by moonlight. Somewhere far off, something howled—a sound too deep, too mournful, to belong to a normal wolf.Alina hesitated on the porch, debating whether to shout his name. Then a low growl answered her from the tree line.Her breath froze.Two glowing eyes emerged from the shadows—silver, then gold, then fading into the face she recognized.“Rhett.”He was limping slightly, blood streaked down his arm, but his gaze found her instantly. The raw intensity there made her heart
The first thing Alina felt was the cold. Not the kind that seeped into her bones, but the sharp, sterile chill of a place too still to be natural.She blinked. The ceiling above her wasn’t her dorm’s—it was lined with rustic beams and faintly glowing runes carved into the wood. A fire flickered somewhere nearby, crackling softly. Her body ached. Her shoulder burned, and her skin hummed beneath her fingertips as if something lived under it.“Easy,” came a low, gravel-edged voice from the shadows.She turned her head. Rhett was sitting in a wooden chair near the bed, elbows on his knees, eyes half-lidded. The light from the fire painted his face in amber and scarlet. His hoodie was torn at the shoulder, his knuckles split open, dried blood crusted on his skin.“Where—where am I?” she whispered.“My place,” he said quietly. “Safer than your dorm right now.”Her mind spun. “That thing—what was it?”He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached forward and handed her a glass of water. “Drink first
The night air was thick with tension. Alina’s lungs felt tight as she stood frozen beside Rhett, watching the newcomer step into the moonlight. The figure radiated power, a dominance that even Rhett seemed to acknowledge.“You shouldn’t be here,” Rhett growled, his voice low, dangerous. His hands flexed, claws extending just slightly—a warning.The figure tilted their head, eyes glinting in the pale light. “Neither should she.”Alina felt her stomach drop. “She? You mean me?”Rhett’s eyes darkened. “Stay behind me,” he said, tone leaving no room for argument.The figure laughed—a sound cold and mocking. “Oh, I know all about you, Rhett. The alpha who failed once, the one who thinks he can protect everything he touches. But now… you’ve brought her into this. That’s your first mistake.”Alina’s pulse raced. Something about this person felt familiar, yet horrifyingly alien. She tried to step back, but Rhett’s hand closed over hers, strong and possessive, anchoring her.“Who—what are you?
Alina froze, her pulse pounding in her ears. The figure standing at the edge of the garden wasn’t just someone familiar. It was Nolan Chase, her ex.Her stomach twisted. Memories she had tried to bury—broken promises, whispered lies, heartbreak—rushed back like a tidal wave.“Nolan,” she breathed, her voice a mix of shock and anger. “What are you doing here?”He smiled, slow and calculated, and that smile made her skin crawl. “I could ask the same about you,” he said smoothly, his eyes flicking toward Rhett. “And him.”Rhett stepped forward, his posture tense, protective. “Step back,” he said, voice low and dangerous. The air around him seemed to shift, almost imperceptibly, like a storm about to break.Alina felt a jolt of fear—and something else. The way Rhett positioned himself between her and Nolan, the way he radiated strength… it made her pulse quicken.Nolan ignored him, grinning like he owned the world. “So this is the infamous Rhett Blackwood I’ve been hearing about?” He circ
Alina Harper stared at her reflection in the dorm mirror, tugging nervously at her hair. College parties weren’t her thing—not really—but tonight was different. Rhett had insisted. “It’s better if you come to the party. Pretend to be mine. Keep up appearances.” Her reflection stared back at her with wide eyes and a mix of skepticism and dread. Pretending to date Rhett Blackwood in front of the entire campus? That was insane. And yet… she couldn’t deny a tiny thrill of excitement. Her phone buzzed. A text from Rhett: “Meet me at the quad. 10 minutes. Be ready.” Alina swallowed hard and shoved her phone into her bag. She had no idea what she was walking into—but experience had taught her one thing: following Rhett Blackwood usually meant danger. And sometimes… adrenaline. By the time she reached the quad, he was already there. Hands shoved casually into his pockets, his jacket pulled tight against the chill of the evening. The golden sunset had faded into a deep indigo, and the ca
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