LOGINThe ice doesn’t lie. Neither does the hunger. Isaac Corres is done being the quiet shadow behind a hockey superstar. When Derek Coleman dumped him in the middle of a championship run, he didn't just break Isaac’s heart—he ignited a war. Isaac isn't looking for a rebound; he’s looking for leverage. And he finds it in the most dangerous man on the ice: Santiago Vega. Santiago is the Warhawks’ Enforcer—a predator in pads, a wolf who doesn't play by the rules and certainly doesn't do "romance." He’s a wall of muscle, cold authority, and suppressed rage. When Isaac approaches him with a proposition for a fake, high-stakes rivalry to humiliate the man who betrayed them both, Santiago doesn’t refuse. He takes the bait with a growl. But the line between strategy and instinct is razor-thin. In the neon-soaked, frozen tunnels of the San Antonio Ice Arena, their deal turns into a scorched-earth affair. Every stare is a challenge; every touch is a claim. Santiago is used to controlling the fire in his blood, but Isaac’s defiance is the one thing he can’t break—or stop craving. As the series heats up and the physical toll of their "arrangement" turns into a primal, 18+ game of dominance and surrender, Isaac realizes the truth: Santiago Vega wasn't looking for a pawn. He was looking for a mate. The cameras are watching. The fans are screaming. And on the ice, where the air is thin and the secrets are lethal, Isaac is about to find out exactly what happens when an Alpha decides he’s done sharing. One goal. Two hearts on the chopping block. And a heat that’s about to shatter the ice.
View More“Is that the legendary Santiago Vega I see, or just a lone wolf looking for trouble?” a man’s voice resonates across the concrete as soon as the black SUV rumbles to a halt.Isaac Corres is leaning against the chain-link fence of the team parking zone, a mischievous glint in his eyes that could rival the San Antonio sun. He isn’t just any man; he is a vision of lean muscle and sharp wit, his hair wind-swept from the Texas heat.“Could a weary star player spare a single moment for a lowly admirer?” Isaac asks, flashing a grin that has sent Santiago’s pulse into a frantic breakaway more times than he’d care to admit.“Just a moment? You’ve got a hell of a lot more than that, Isaac,” Santiago grunts, hefting his equipment bag over his shoulder. He approaches the perimeter, his inner wolf stirring at the familiar, intoxicating scent of cedar and expensive hair tonic.“I know what that look means, Vega,” Isaac counters, crossing his arms over his chest. “But don’t go labeling me a puck bun
"Where do you think you're going, Isaac? You haven't even had the desk clerk fix that keycard yet."Isaac Corres spun around in the center of the Vega Grand Hotel Suite lobby, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest. He had been so focused on the flickering red light of his deactivated card—and the exhausting weight of the pack’s championship victory—that he hadn’t noticed the sudden hush falling over the crowd."Santiago?" Isaac gasped. "What in the name of the Great Moon are you doing here? You should be at the arena. You should be with the Warhawks."Santiago Vega stood there, still clad in his sweat-stained black and red jersey, his chest heaving as if he’d run the entire distance from the Capital Ice Dome. He was still wearing his heavy protective gear, though he had swapped his skates for a pair of polished dress shoes that looked absurd beneath his padded leggings. A jagged red line, the mark of a warrior’s helmet, was scorched across his forehead."I’m here because you aren'
The atmosphere inside the Capital Ice Dome was a suffocating blend of ozone, sweat, and the primal scent of several hundred shifted wolves. Isaac Corres stood at the glass, his fingers curling into the railing as he watched the blur of black and gold jerseys clash against the blue and yellow of the Bobcats."He's going to kill him," Camila Ortiz murmured from his side, her eyes tracking Santiago Vega as he leveled a shoulder check into Derek Coleman that sent the blonde Alpha skidding across the ice. "Or he's going to win the whole damn war.""It’s not a war anymore, Camila," Isaac replied, his voice strained. "It’s a hunt. Look at them."Despite the brutality, the personal venom that had fueled their previous brawls was gone. It was clean. It was professional. It was two Alphas proving their worth to the same pack. The scoreboard was a glowing testament to the stalemate: 2-2, three minutes left in the third period. The entire arena was a sea of howling fans, the vibration of their vo
"Being in the heart of the Capital Ice Dome feels like standing in the middle of a lightning storm," Isaac Corres whispered, his voice barely audible over the growing roar of the Warhawks faithful.Walking through the corridors with Derek Coleman felt like a betrayal of his own senses. Even with ninety minutes until the puck drop, the air was saturated with the scent of anticipation and the musk of several hundred shifting wolves. This was it—the game that would decide which pack claimed the ultimate glory of the league."Names?" the security guard at the inner sanctum growled."Isaac Corres and Derek Coleman," Isaac answered, watching the guard’s eyes flicker with recognition.The guard waved them through toward the private family lounge. It was a sprawling space, designed for the high-energy pups of the pro-circuit wolves. A massive screen dominated one wall, and the floor was littered with toys. In the corner, at a low table covered in building blocks, Mateo Vega was deep in concen
"Got identification?" The woman behind the glass didn't look up, her gaze fixed on the ledger through spectacles perched precariously on her nose."Right here. Grab the sign, Camila," Isaac said, shoving the massive glitter-crusted board into his friend's hands. He dug through his clear, regulation
"Isaac. Isaac Corres." He stood in the shadow of the man, feeling like a raw recruit under the gaze of an Alpha."Well, Isaac Corres, we're about to set the digital world on fire.""Perfect. Derek went out of his way to tell me I could crawl into bed with any player in the league except you.""In t
"Isaac," the mountain of a man rumbled, his voice vibrating through the chain-link fence and deep into Isaac’s marrow.Camila had managed to secure two passes to the San Antonio Ice Arena because a couple of her clients had zero interest in watching their husbands grunt over a puck. It cost the sal
"You enjoy watching that prick struggle, don’t you?" Camila Ortiz laughed, her fingers flying across a digital tablet. "It's a shame Derek Coleman is such a massive dog on and off the ice. Literally.""He's a parasite," Isaac Corres muttered, watching the heavy rain hammer against the windows of th
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