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ICE- The Alpha’s Playbook 27
"Hell of a morning," Santiago grunted, the words vibration through his chest as he pulled Isaac closer. "My skin is still humming. I’m not sure I’ve actually touched the floor yet."Santiago shook his head, his hands sliding up Isaac's spine. "Why would I regret the best night of my life? You’re insane.""If you don't dominate on the ice tomorrow...""The scoreboard has nothing to do with this," Santiago promised, his voice dropping an octave. He dragged Isaac into the crook of his arm, crushing him against his bare pec. "I needed that. My wolf needed that. More than I had words for.""Good."They stayed there, tangled in the wreckage of the sheets. The hotel clock bled red numbers into the dim room. Isaac’s nails traced idle patterns over Santiago's stomach—right over the faint, silver scars from an old shifting accident. Santiago just tracked the line of the jersey, his palm warm against Isaac's lower back."What’s your schedule look like?" Santiago finally broke the quiet."Wide op
ICE- The Alpha’s Playbook 26
“Open your mouth,” Santiago growls, his voice a jagged rasp in the dark hotel room. “Give me one taste of that heat and I’m done. I won't ask for another thing.”Isaac doesn't argue. He can’t. He just nods, his pulse thumping in his throat like a trapped bird. He doesn’t know what a "taste" looks like to a man with eyes that glow like amber embers.Then Santiago drops.He hits his knees. Hard. His massive, scarred palms slide up Isaac’s thighs, massive heat radiating through the jersey. He reaches the waistband of the silk boxers Isaac managed to find. Santiago doesn't look away. His eyes are locked on Isaac’s as he peels the fabric down. Slowly. Methodically. He only breaks the stare to watch Isaac step out of the material.Santiago dangles the dark scrap of fabric on one thick, calloused finger. He traces the yellow logo stitched on the front. "I didn't realize they made Bobcats gear this small."Isaac’s throat is bone dry. He forces the words out. "Lucky charm. They won tonight, di
ICE- The Alpha’s Playbook 25
Santiago"What kind of garbage did you feed Isaac?"I didn't even wait to close the front door of the Vega Estate. I slammed my duffle bag onto the hardwood, the sound echoing like a slap. My wolf was pacing, claws out, and the losing streak on the ice was nothing compared to the ice in my veins.Valeria didn't even flinch. She stayed on the sofa, eyes tracking me with a slow, dangerous simmer. "Excuse me? I know the Bobcats took a bite out of you tonight, Santiago, but check your tone. And watch the language. Mateo is down for the count, and I’d like him to stay that way."I replayed the snarl that had just ripped out of me. She was right. I’d take the head off any pup who spoke to my sister like that."My bad. I’m just... I don't know where he is. Isaac won't tell me where he's staying. He won't tell me why he's acting like I’ve got the plague."Valeria crossed her legs, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Oh. So you actually give a damn about him. Not just the plan.""Of course I give a
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"You can breathe," Valeria muttered, her gaze hardening as she locked eyes with Isaac. "Santiago doesn't let just anyone into our orbit. He trusts you. That's enough for me to quit biting my tongue."Isaac leaned in, the stadium noise a dull roar compared to the pounding of his blood. "You can tell me. I’ve handled enough secrets to fill the San Antonio Ice Arena.""Good." Valeria took a sharp, jagged breath. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her jersey. "The last conversation I had with Derek Coleman was the day I told him I was carrying his pup.""His... what?" The word tore out of Isaac's throat like a snarl. He clamped his hand over his mouth, eyes darting to the boy. Mateo was only a few yards away, oblivious. Isaac leaned closer, voice dropping to a jagged whisper. "You were carrying... Derek's son?"He looked at Mateo again. The boy was four, maybe five. His chestnut hair was a shade lighter than Santiago’s dark mane. He had the Vega build, but there was a distinct cleft in hi
ICE- The Alpha’s Playbook 23
"Get a life, Coleman."Santiago Vega stood in the center of the Vega Estate kitchen, his phone glowing with the toxic remnants of Derek Coleman’s pride. The rival Beta was still clawing at Isaac’s inbox, begging for a way back in. With the Capital Ice Dome miles away from San Antonio, Santiago’s wolf paced behind his ribs, snarling at the distance.A chime broke the silence. Isaac’s response hit his screen like a shot of adrenaline. He was coming to the Wolf-lands. He was coming to the Capital.When do you want me? the text read.Yesterday, Santiago typed, then deleted it. Now works for me.Isaac: I have to finish the morning shift at the Bella Vida Salon. I’ll catch the afternoon bird. I should be at the glass before the puck drops.Santiago: Good. I’m handling the travel. Plane ticket is in your inbox.Isaac: No. You’ve done enough with the VIP passes for tonight and Friday. I’m paying my own way.Santiago: Stubborn. So you’re staying until Friday night?Isaac: How long do you actua
ICE- The Alpha’s Playbook 22
"Choose him or me?"Isaac Corres froze, his thumb hovering over the glowing screen of his phone. He hadn't closed his eyes. Not once. He was vibrating, stuck between two different digital lifelines that felt like live wires.One thread was Santiago Vega. Isaac was waiting for the Alpha to confirm his boots had hit the tarmac in Washington, D.C. The message read "Seen," but those agonizing gray dots—the sign of a wolf actually typing back—remained a ghost.The other? That was Derek Coleman. The most recent blast had hit his inbox sixty minutes ago. A blatant, pathetic request to "swing by." A booty call wrapped in the desperation of a man who had just been humiliated in his own San Antonio Ice Arena. Derek was bleeding pride, and he thought Isaac was the only one desperate enough to provide the bandage.Isaac’s pulse hammered against his throat. He couldn't even summon a memory of Derek’s face without Santiago’s shadow eclipsing it. Not after that parking lot kiss. That hadn't been a g
ICE- The Alpha’s Playbook 11
"You're actually going to sit there and defend the same bastards who were gutting your reputation online last night?"Santiago's voice was a low vibration, the kind that made the glass jars on the shelves rattle. He sat in the high-backed chair of the Bella Vida Salon, draped in a black cape that m
ICE- The Alpha’s Playbook 10
"You're actually calling me back? I thought the hangover would’ve claimed you by now."Santiago Vega leaned back against the headboard of the Vega Grand Hotel Suite, the heavy curtains drawn tight against the San Antonio sun. His agent, Ricardo Bennett, sounded entirely too awake. Below the suite,
ICE- The Alpha’s Playbook 9
"You're tracking me like a bloodhound, Vega. Sit down before you start a riot."Nicholas Cruz didn't even look up from his glass as Santiago loomed over the edge of the VIP tier. Below, the Eclipse Lounge was a churning sea of pheromones and bad intentions. Most of the Warhawks roster were deep in
ICE- The Alpha’s Playbook ICE 6
"Too much lovin'?" Santiago grunted, the words tasting like ash in his mouth."You heard me," Coach Ruiz snapped, his dress shoes clicking like claws against the concrete as he stormed past.Santiago tightened his grip on his stick until the composite creaked. He knew exactly what the old wolf mean
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