로그인There are only three things Zayden Mercer cares about: Winning. Protecting his younger brother. And never letting anyone discover what he really is. As captain of the Arctic Wolves, Zayden has built himself into UCLA’s perfect hockey prince. Disciplined. Untouchable. Admired. A lie held together by pressure, fear, and self-control. Then there’s Ronan Devereaux. The Northstars captain is everything Zayden despises—arrogant, beautiful, filthy rich, and born an S-class alpha without even trying. Wherever Ronan goes, attention follows. Omegas fall at his feet. Coaches worship him. And worst of all? Ronan enjoys breaking Zayden apart. When Ronan discovers Zayden’s twisted secret obsession, their rivalry turns into something darker. More intimate. More dangerous. Because Ronan doesn’t expose him, he keeps him. What starts as blackmail spirals into a brutal game of control, humiliation, obsession, and desire neither of them can escape. And somewhere between the fights, the blood, and the lies, Zayden realizes the person ruining his life may also be the only one who truly sees him.
더 보기RONANShit. They really came.This idiot had wasted so much time that the task force arrived before anything could be settled.My gaze shifted toward the entrance.Liora stood behind the officers, her eyes glittering with vicious anticipation, the corners of her lips barely restrained from curling upward.So this was her true face.It must have been exhausting pretending to be the weak, harmless little omega around Zayden all these years.“You dare come into UCLA and beat up our students? How dare you?”I ran my tongue over my lips before letting out a slow breath.Settling this wasn't going to be anywhere near as simple as before.My fingers moved across my phone almost instinctively. I typed out a quick message and pressed send.Before I could think of a way to calm the situation, Zayden's brat stepped forward with both hands buried lazily inside his pockets.His posture remained relaxed, almost provokingly so.He looked directly at the task force leader.“Your students here are inc
KAELI lunged at him without the slightest hesitation, my eyes burning with barely restrained fury.Sure, he was an A-Class Alpha.An athlete whose body had been tempered by years of extreme sports, hockey drills, and relentless gymnastics.But I wasn't that easy to put down either.He deflected my first punch with his palm.The second buried itself deep into his upper abdomen, driving the air straight out of his lungs.His breath hitched violently as his body folded ever so slightly, boots scraping across the floor while he staggered back several steps.Damon's expression darkened.A thicker wave of Alpha pheromones burst from him, the pressure in the room increasing as his eyes flashed with dangerous intent.He threw another punch.I slipped to the side just in time. The fist cut through empty air.Before he could recover, I rammed my shoulder into his abdomen with every ounce of momentum behind it.The impact sent him crashing onto the floor.His fist finally clipped my face on the
RONANMy earbuds were plugged into my ears as I sat inside the car, attending a video conference with my private investigator.A secret one.Since Hank's team couldn't handle it, looking elsewhere might prove more useful.I've always been suspicious by nature.Trusting my instincts had been the very thing that carried me through the worst situations life had thrown at me.And this time, my instincts kept telling me that not finding any bugs was far stranger than actually finding them.Hank had been with me for as long as I could remember.Doing this behind his back might seem unfair.But this was exactly who I was.I trusted no one completely."Mister Devereaux, after checking the dashcam footage from the bus parked overnight inside the Sports Complex, someone really did enter the hockey arena thirty minutes before you arrived with your team."I slowly let out the breath I'd been holding.How did that person know I intended to sweep the hockey building for possible espionage devices?
KAELI've never seen Damon before.Physically, at least. Not up close.So I pulled out my phone and took a longer look at the picture Jay had sent me.Damon Felton. Number Nine. Left defenseman of the Northstars.Huh. Very well then.He wasn't in the Business Faculty.He belonged to the Engineering Division.Just as I was about to slip my phone back into my pocket, it buzzed again.Another message from Jay: Informant says he just entered the Sports Complex's hockey rink for solo practice before the rest of his team arrives for evening training.The corners of my lips slowly curled upward.A wave of disdain rolled through me, impossible to suppress even if I'd wanted to.He really was working far too hard.I've met his type before.The kind who couldn't stand watching someone they considered unworthy outperform them.Jealousy, it always began there. Then came resentment.And before long, they were willing to do the unthinkable just to drag the other person back down.It seemed heaven a
ZAYDENAlthough the driver was moving the taxi as fast as he could, it felt like he wasn't moving fast enough. Tinkers corner. Goodness. How could my brother have fallen so deeply into the abyss without my notice? What kind of elder brother was I? I ran a finger through my hair and exhaled, fists
ZAYDENIt was seven twenty in the evening when the taxi dropped me before the luxury suburban building that was supposed to be home but had felt like a prison for the longest time. Gated community. Two-storey grey building. Manicured lawn. Outdoor backyard kitchen I never seemed to remember ever
ZAYDENMy jaw locked. The room turned stifling, air too thick to breathe, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted out. My thoughts frayed at the edges, vision swimming at the corners. Ronan’s eyes gleamed, vicious satisfaction naked in them. His hand slid up my spine, slow and deliberate
ZAYDENOne hour at the gym, and another ten minutes at the school sports facility did nothing to loosen the knots in both my shoulder muscles and chest. It felt like something heavy was crushing me from the inside.It didn’t matter. I had to shove it down and enter the rink. Today was the internal






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