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Chapter 13: Caught off-guard
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2026-08-09 20:46:38
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Ice And Blood: The Coach's Secret Omega Chapter 20: Surrender
AsaWhat am I even saying? Can I even let him do this? Do I want him to do this? Maybe. But whether I can is another thing. But before I can take my words back, he's in my face."You don't like my pheromones?" he asks."No, it's not that.""Then what is it?"How do I even tell him? I don't. Instead, I pull him closer and kiss him."Fuck." His cock grows, nudging against my thigh. "I knew you were my favorite."My heart jolts, and my own erection hardens until it's painful.And that puts a smile on his face.I think this is exactly what I always wanted. Right? Right.Kirill pulls away, a malicious grin curving his gorgeous lips.Did I just say gorgeous? God.He carries me to the bed, gently laying me down. He looks at me before kissing my forehead, and he lingers there. Then he speaks."But if you won't let me use my pheromones, you will have to take me like this. I can't break through your blockers, and your body won't slick itself. I don't want to hurt you.""Then don't. But please d
Ice And Blood: The Coach's Secret Omega Chapter 19: His cute jealousy
AsaWhy I'm here, even I don't know.But one thing I do know is that Kirill has some answering to do. Whether I get those answers from his corpse or from his actual mouth, I'm still not entirely certain. The sheer, toxic restlessness rolling through my veins has driven me straight back to his electronic keypad, my fingers punching in his passcode from memory before my brain can even stop me.The lock clicks, and the heavy door swings inward.I step inside, only to find Kirill already standing by the kitchen island, slowly sipping a glass of water. A single dark towel is looped loosely around his hips, the water from his recent shower still glistening against the broad, tatted planes of his bare chest. Well, too bad for catching him off guard. The bastard looks completely unfazed, his steel-grey eyes tracking my entry into the dark apartment with a maddening level of calm."You should give up your hockey dream and become a professional breaking-and-entering thief," Kirill murmurs, his
Ice And Blood: The Coach's Secret Omega Chapter 18: Not jealous of a kid. Right?
Kirill "So is the business you came across the ocean for finished, or are you going to keep freezing your ass off in this country?" Mikhail's voice breaks the quiet of the corridor as we step away from the team benches. He has his Titans helmet tucked under his arm, his dark hair damp with sweat. "No," I reply flatly, my eyes fixed straight ahead. "It is not finished yet, but im getting there." Mikhail lets out a sharp breath, his skates clattering against the rubber mats. "Then what the fuck are you actually doing here, Kirill? Acting like a university coach? Running drills for a bunch of pampered brats? It doesn't make sense, uncle." My jaw clenches, but I force myself to stop at the corner of the staff hallway and turn toward him. I reach out and ruffle his damp hair, my grip firm enough to make his jaw lock. "Do not get involved in things you do not need to know, Mikhail. Focus on your own lines." "Yeah, whatever," Mikhail mutters, shoving my hand away as he fixes hi
Ice And Blood: The Coach's Secret Omega Chapter 17: The first Face-off
AsaBy 6:30 PM, the university rink is an absolute wall of sound. Today is match day.The roar of the home crowd rattles the heavy plexiglass boards, thousands of fans screaming, stamping their feet, and waving banners. The championship qualifying season is officially over, and the energy of the first conference league match is electric. Oh, how I've missed this. The cold bite of the shaved ice, the smell of rubber, the raw adrenaline of the ice rink—it's the only place I feel like myself.But the atmosphere inside our locker room is dead silent.Coach stands at the front of the room, dressed in his tailored track jacket, his eyes cold and completely unreadable. The white bandage on his temple is gone, leaving a thin, dangerous silver scar. And the sight of that scar makes me want to high-five myself. He delivers his final tactical speech with a flat tone, but right before we head down the tunnel, he snaps his clipboard shut."Kale, warm up," Kirill commands, his voice quiet but absol
Ice And Blood: The Coach's Secret Omega Chapter 16: The stranger in the shadows
Asa I find Toby alone in the dim, empty corner of the library, even though I'm about fifteen minutes late. The heavy silence of the building feels thick, suffocating the frantic racing of my mind. "Okay, what's with the mysterious text?" I ask, dropping into the mahogany chair across from him, my voice a harsh whisper. He smiles, a playful glimmer in his eyes that I completely lack. "Well, we are hiring a PI, like mystery style, so I wanted to give off the vibe, you know?" "First of all, it's me, not we," I shoot back, keeping my posture rigid. "I don't want you involved in this. Second, there's nothing mysterious or FBI-y about this. And thirdly... where is this person of yours?" Toby looks thoroughly offended for a minute, crossing his arms over his chest. He checks his watch, letting out a sharp sigh. "He was supposed to be here by now." He pulls out his phone, his thumbs tapping aggressively against the glass. "Who do you want to investigate anyways?" he asks, not looking u
Ice And Blood: The Coach's Secret Omega Chapter 15: The PI
Asa I wake up to a heavy arm wrapped around my waist like a fucking anaconda. Yesterday's events crash into me all at once—the suicide drills from hell, the club, those two Alphas in the restroom, the feel of Kirill's hands on my skin, and whatever the fuck that was on his mattress. My body aches everywhere. But that's not the worst part. The worst part is the smell. The bedroom reeks of me. My real scent. Sweet cream and crushed mint, completely unmasked and peaking like I'm about to drop into heat right here on his sheets. I haven't taken my blockers since midday yesterday, and my body has fully given up the fight. Shit. It's late. I have class. I try to slide out of bed, but the arm around my waist tightens and drags me right back against a bare, burning chest. "Where do you think you're going?" Kirill's voice is a sleep-rough growl against the back of my neck. "Class. Let go." He doesn't let go. His grip tightens, his breath hot against the bite mark he left on my neck,
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