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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 made his broad shoulders look like a mountain range. Isaac stood behind him, the spray bottle forgotten in his hand."I'm not defending them, Santiago. I'm just used to the noise." Isaac’s fingers brushed the back of Santiago’s neck, a touch that was purely professional but felt like a brand. "I spend my days making people feel like they belong in their own skin. I don't have time to bleed over every comment section."Santiago grunted, his amber eyes tracking Isaac in the mirror. "You’re really leaning into the saint act today, aren't you, cupcakes?"Isaac didn't flinch. "Is that a line, or are you just out of practice?""It’s the truth," Santiago rumbled. He shifted, the leather of the chair
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, the city was already howling with pre-game energy—werewolves in jerseys prowling the Riverwalk, the scent of competition thick enough to taste."Last night was primal, Santiago," Ricardo’s voice crackled. "The play with Corres? Fucking genius. I’ve never seen Coleman snap like that. He played like a wounded pup.""He was distracted," Santiago grunted. He stared at his reflection in the mirrored ceiling. His beard was a thick, dark thicket; his eyes still held a trace of the amber gold from the previous night’s shift. "It was fun to watch him unravel.""And you? You stayed in your skin. Zero penalties. First time in five years you didn't try to rip his throat out on the ice.""There’s a first
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 their cups or burying their faces in the necks of whatever omegas were brave enough to dance with them.Santiago stayed leaning against the railing. He didn't want the booze. He didn't want the noise. He wanted the silver-haired wolf who was currently making every Alpha in the room lose their scent."He's here," Santiago growled.Isaac Corres cut through the crowd like a blade. He’d traded the oversized hockey jersey for a fitted black leather jacket that hugged his lean, powerful shoulders. He looked independent. Lethal. Every time he moved, the light caught the sharp line of his jaw and the silver-blonde waves of his hair.Santiago’s heart slammed against his ribs. He didn't wait for an in
ICE- The Alpha’s Playbook 8
"You’re a goddamn ghost, Vega. You only show up when there’s blood in the water."Nicholas Cruz leaned over the railing of the Eclipse Lounge’s VIP tier, shouting over the rhythmic thrum of the bass. Santiago didn't look at him. He didn't look at the bar, and he didn't look at the bottles of expensive silver tequila his teammates were draining. His eyes were glued to the entrance, tracking the scent of pine and ozone through the crowded San Antonio heat. Most of the Warhawks roster was currently busy trying to drown their adrenaline in liquor or grinding against local omegas on the floor.Not Santiago. He was a predator on a stakeout. He had only agreed to this neon-lit hellhole because Isaac Corres was a master manipulator who had somehow wired himself directly into Santiago’s central nervous system.The door hissed open. A lean, sharp-jawed man stepped in alone. Isaac had ditched the oversized jersey for a black leather jacket that hugged his frame, his silver-blonde hair swept back
ICE- The Alpha’s Playbook 7
"He's already haunting your scent," Camila said, her eyes locked on the back of Santiago’s head as he stepped onto the Warhawk bus.Isaac didn't move. He stood by the chain-link fence of the San Antonio Ice Arena, wrapped in a jersey that smelled like cedar and cold iron. "He’ll forget I exist the second the first bottle of tequila opens at the Eclipse Lounge.""Are you blind? The man is territorial.""We have a common enemy. That's the contract," Isaac muttered, trying to convince his own racing heart. He wasn't special. He was a tool for a star defenseman’s grudge. A hockey star was a hockey star, and they all bled the same brand of arrogance.Except Derek had claimed Santiago never scented anyone.The viral photo of their kiss hadn't just blown up; it had detonated. If a ghost like Santiago Vega suddenly went public with a mate, the pack world would notice. Was he actually solitary, or just better at hiding the bodies?"I can’t fucking believe you!"The roar shattered the quiet of
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 meant. The surge of pre-game testosterone—the territorial spike—usually translated to blood on the ice. It was the reason he stayed solitary. No pack, no mate, no distractions. Not with a legacy contract on the line.He looked down at his lap. No matter how much his inner wolf howled for the scent of the man in the front row, he’d keep his steel in his pants."This is your fault!"The shout came from a middle-aged beta in a Derek Coleman jersey, his face twisted with a fan's misplaced rage as he leaned over the railing.Isaac froze, looking around the San Antonio Ice Arena for the target of the man's fury. He saw no one. He leaned toward Camila. "Is he barking at me?""I'm talking to you, traito
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