INICIAR SESIÓN"You think it's a fluke?"Luke stiffened, his shoulders bunching as he retreated from the table. "Pure chance. Nothing more.""A cosmic collision," Cass agreed, leaning forward. His eyes tracked Luke with a predator’s focus. "But you didn't have to chase Brandon Cole off. You didn't have to smuggle me out of that building. You didn't have to stay awake while my head felt like it was exploding, or hold me until the pack-bond terror faded. You didn't have to strip my bed and tuck me in while I was dead to the world. You dealt with my panic on Thursday. You called your sister to get me checked. You hid how much it gutted you to miss the championship. And now? Now you're making me food."Luke took a slow breath, his jaw tight. Cass was staring at him like he was waiting for a confession. "Look. Is there a point to this inventory?""No," Cass said. "It just makes you seem too clean. Like you’ve got a hidden debt to pay. You've done more for a random stray than most Alphas do for their own
"He gets his better traits from the Navarro bloodline," Luke rumbled, a sharp grin cutting through his brooding expression."Must be a family curse." I chuckled, resting my temple against the hard muscle of his shoulder. He tilted his head, his nose brushing against my hair in a gesture that made my pulse skip.Together, on the tiny screen, we watched Brandon Cole telegraph another atrocious pass that the rival pack intercepted with ease."I'm glad I didn't stay in that stairwell," I whispered into the quiet of the room. "I'm glad I scented your trail in Room 212 and ended up here instead."Luke breathed in, his chest expanding against my side. "Yeah," he murmured. "Me too."I woke up with Cass sprawled across my chest. Again.The previous night had blurred into a haze of hockey stats and radio commentary. Or rather, I had stayed awake to hear the carnage. Cass had drifted off early, missing the glorious moment Brandon—his ex-mate—gifted the opposition two more turnovers.We still cli
"You played center?"I stared at the glowing tablet, paralyzed as the commentators dissected how Brandon Cole had snatched the captaincy the moment Luke Navarro was sidelined. Luke hadn't just been a star defender; he was the engine of the Navarro Memorial Stadium until he vanished from the ice, reappearing as a gritty safety only after the power shift.Brandon never uttered a word about Luke’s history as a leader.The stench of secrets was starting to choke me. I killed the feed, shoved the remote into the furs, and stormed down the corridor. I had stayed out of Luke’s private territory since the move, but my inner wolf knew exactly where his scent was strongest.I didn't knock. I slammed the door back and froze. Luke was propped against the headboard, a silver laptop balanced on his thighs and black cords running from his ears.He looked up, startled. My heart did a traitorous, erotic twitch. He was wearing glasses. Thick, dark frames that made him look intelligent and dangerous all
"Luke’s got a bit of a bite to him, doesn't he?" Victor leaned back, eyes tracking where our fingers had just been entwined.I let out a huff, a small smirk playing on my lips. "Only when he’s being poked. I think he was just gauging your scent. Seeing if you were a threat to the den.""Right." Luke gave a singular, sharp nod, his brow furrowing as he looked at me. "Did I pass the sniff test?"I grinned, the tension in my chest loosening. "Well, you didn't shift and tear his throat out for being a flirt, so... I’d call that a win. Probably.""Hmph. Good to know.""Don't sweat it," I added, stepping deeper into the kitchen. "Victor probably knew exactly what your deal was before he walked in. My parents have likely broadcasted every word of our 'mating' arrangement to the entire northern territory by now."Luke let out a low, pained groan, muttering something about the Moon Goddess's mercy. I flashed him a sympathetic wince—I knew exactly how fast news traveled in a pack—just as we squ
The trio of massive wolves stared me down with predatory intensity until the one in the center broke the silence. "Holy hell, nobody mentioned the rookie was this damn elite."I gripped my bowl of cereal, my hackles rising instinctively. "Excuse me?"The one on the right stepped into my personal space. "We’re here on behalf of Cass.""Oh." I shifted my weight, trying to mask my defensive stance. "I’m pretty sure he’s still dead to the world—"They surged past me into the foyer, ignoring the warning growl vibrating in my chest. "Hey! Back the hell up. Who are you people?"The one on the left—a mountain of a man with silver-tipped fur—cracked his knuckles. "We're his kin."A dry snort echoed from the hallway. "Liar, Diego. You don't share a drop of my blood."I turned to see Cass stumbling into the common area, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He was a mess of bedhead and bare skin, wearing nothing but a pair of thin athletic shorts that hung low on his hips. No shirt. The morning light hi
As Victoria extended the second vial toward him, Luke's head snapped back."Wait, what the hell is this?" Luke demanded, his brow furrowing as he stared at the glass. "Why are you handing me one? I'm not the one getting poked and prodded."Victoria flashed a sharp, knowing grin. "You’re already in the building, 'bubby.' Wouldn't you rather have your blood confirmed clean? Or do you want to wonder, like Cass has to?"Luke's eyes darted toward me, then back to his sister, his jaw tightening. "I don't leave things to chance. I’ve never gone into a knot without protection.""Appreciate the visual," I snapped, my eyes narrowing into a glare. "For the record, I thought I was safe with my bond and what I assumed was a loyal mate. Turns out, I was a damn fool.""I wasn't taking a shot at you," Luke started, then he huffed and looked toward the ceiling. He leaned in toward Victoria, dropping his voice to a low, gravelly hiss that still vibrated through my sensitive ears. "You actually have to
"What the hell, Luke?" Jax Mendoza snarled, invading my personal space before I could even wipe the red from my knuckles. "Why didn't you tell Coach the truth? I wasn't even in the room and I know you didn't throw the first punch. We all know those bastards cornered you, so why did you just stand t
"You can't be serious," Victor Reyes growled, pulling his face back and staring at me like I’d lost my mind. "The one in the tight blue jersey next to him is a ten. This guy? He's a ghost.""Watch your mouth, Reyes," Andre Walker cut in with a sharp bark of laughter. "Them’s fighting words to Victo
"Look at that chicken," Jax snickered, his voice cutting through the heavy scent of old pine and sweat in the Navarro Memorial Stadium.Castel Castillo froze, offering an apologetic, tight-lipped smile. He knew Brandon Cole was currently engaged in a territorial dispute with these two, so he tried
Whatever," Brandon Cole’s lackey spat, shifting his stance. "That clueless mutt opened his legs—""Hey," Luke growled, his hand snapping out to shove the other man’s chest. "Don't finish that sentence."Jax actually looked reached by the flash of Alpha aggression in Luke's eyes. He lifted his palms







