LOGIN“Sign the papers, Lyra. My true mate has returned, and a substitute is no longer required in my bed.” Alpha Tristan Crowne’s voice is as cold as the ice he dominates, but his touch still ignites a fire I can’t extinguish. For two years, I’ve been the secret Luna of the Crowne Mafia empire—a placeholder for a fallen bloodline, a shadow in the sheets of a man who never intended to keep me. Now, Selene Voss is back to claim her throne, and I’m being discarded like yesterday’s tactical report. But I’m carrying a secret that will shatter the foundations of the Cheshire Territory: a secret Alpha heir he commanded me to destroy. As the brutal world of werewolf Mafia politics collides with the high-stakes intensity of professional hockey, I must vanish before my possessive husband scents the change in my blood. In this game of wolves and war, the puck isn't the only thing at risk—it's my heart and my pup's life. Genres: Modern Werewolf Romance, Mafia Romance, Secret Pregnancy, Forced Proximity.
View More"If Selene Voss smells even a single drop of our secondary contract, Kairi, the iron execution squads will have both our heads on the ice tracks before the championship match starts," I warned, watching the corporate wolf finish her black-market coffee."The Voss syndicate thinks they own every blade of steel in the Cheshire territory, Lyra," Kairi Torres replied, her tense shoulders dropping as she offered a sharp, dangerous smirk. "But Harper Blake was right about one thing. Your fallen forge family still has enough hidden assets to buy my absolute silence. The bloodline graft is yours.""We move the material through the Blackmoor clinic bypass line at midnight," I stated, standing up from the booth and adjusting my trench coat. "Do not let your enforcers miss the gate check.""The transaction tokens are already clearing my offshore ledger, Alpha-substitute," Kairi murmured, her golden eyes flashing with raw satisfaction. "I'll see you on the medical ice."I broke away from the neut
"Lyra, we have a catastrophic breach on the southern tracks," Dr. Victor Hale barked as he threw the isolation room door open, his chest heaving as the scent of pure panic rolled off his clinical robes."What do you mean, Victor?" I demanded, my hands freezing over the medical monitors as my wolf stood completely on edge. "The high council didn't intercept the transport, did they?""The rogue donor from the Maradeiris sector just tore up the alliance contract," Victor said, his teeth bared in sheer frustration as he lowered his voice. "They pulled their bloodline markers from the lab registry less than ten minutes ago.""They did what?" I gasped, my voice climbing into a ragged whisper as the entire room seemed to spin. "How can someone pull out when the surgical prep is already running? What changed their mind at the last second?""Mommy, why is the doctor shouting?" Averi murmured from the mattress, his tiny voice cutting right through my mounting hysteria."Everything is perfectly
"Your forge lineage credentials checked out perfectly with our vanguard arena coordinators, Miss Ashford," the Lawrence Group's prime pack secretary said, sliding the glass door open to reveal the high alpha's inner sanctum."Sit down, Lyra," High Alpha Hank Lawrence commanded, his deep voice carrying the thick, warm scent of cedar wood and old territory contracts as he turned from the massive reinforced glass looking out over the skating circuits. "The silver-weave armor set you engineered for my female's winter tournament match was an absolute masterpiece. She will not stop howling about the tactical flexibility of the joint plates to the council elders.""The pleasure belongs entirely to House Ashford, Alpha Lawrence," I replied, forcing my posture into a structured, formal stance as I slipped into the leather chair opposite his desk. "Hearing that the Lawrence vanguard finds our craftsmanship superior to the mass-produced Crowne dominion gear keeps our furnace burning."Hank's gol
"Why are you sneaking around my son's isolation unit, Tristan?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the heavy silence of the Blackmoor sector ward like a cold blade on fresh rink ice.I stood frozen in the doorway, my knuckles whitening against the doorframe as my inner wolf clawed at my chest in sheer panic. Inside the room, Alpha Tristan Crowne was kneeling on the cold linoleum, his charcoal-gray tailored suit jacket unbuttoned, completely throwing off his usual terrifying mafia lord persona. My little Averi was sitting upright in his small hospital bed, his round golden eyes wide with an innocent curiosity as he held up a titanium hockey player figurine toward the massive predator who had shattered my pack line three winters ago.Tristan didn't answer immediately. He slowly stood up to his full, imposing height, his shadow completely devouring the small space between the medical monitors and the bedside. His lethal amber gaze tracked my ragged breathing, searching for the micro-ex
"I need to discuss something of grave importance," Selene hissed into her burner phone, her gaze fixed on the Alpha Transport Fleet vehicle as it accelerated away from the iron gates.A low, raspy chuckle vibrated through the receiver—the sound of a rogue wolf who made his living in the digital sha
"Tristan, cut the theatrics," I snarled, my voice echoing through the sterile halls of the Ironfang medical wing. "The fact that Selene’s heart can't handle a simple dinner is between her and the Moon Goddess. You could both bleed out on this marble floor for all I care; it wouldn't move my pulse a
"Tristan, stop staring at the floor," I spat, my voice echoing with a cold indifference that felt like a jagged blade in the sterile air of the medical wing. "Whether you bleed out on this tile or in your Dominion Tower is entirely your own issue. You could lose every drop of Alpha blood in your ve
"The Ice Dominion?" Damien leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he drummed his fingers against the hospital tray. "Which sector of their empire? They own every rink from here to the Northern Tundra.""The gear production line," I replied, my voice a jagged whisper that felt like it was tearing throug
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