ログイン"If our life were a scripted saga, it would be a tragic comedy of the highest order. The most absurd part of the entire ordeal was Ethan discarding his heavy furs and leaving them behind like common scrap.Half an hour later, the lodge-keeper personally delivered Ethan’s furs and the pile of credits he had scattered across the floor. Tucked inside the bundle were two bone buttons that had been wrenched from an omega’s shirt.'Whose silver-rimmed buttons are these?' Brandon asked, rolling the small objects in his palm.'I believe they belong to the Master of Parker Industries.''Collins Parker?''Indeed! They clashed like two Alphas in the center of the lodge. One more minute and they would have been locked in a heat-trance right there on the floor.'Brandon fell silent, his face turning a shade of dark red. He knew exactly what the tracker meant by 'locked in a heat-trance.'Meanwhile, Isabella had rushed a fresh tunic over to me.'What in the Great Tundra happened to you? How does a
"The fire of greed in Jess’s eyes was so thick I could practically scent it through the air.Mason shifted beside me, his own scent changing as he realized my gamble was his only hope for survival. If the pup I carried was named Ethan’s heir, we were both untouchable.'Now that we’re hunting in the same pack, Jess, your victory is mine,' Mason muttered, his voice finding a strength I hadn’t heard before. 'I’ll claim my honor through this pup, just like you’ll claim your seat at the head of the den.'The moon was high at ten o'clock when the black Rower crunched over the ice at the Carter Citadel. Ethan had returned from a summit of the Great Frost Lords. He had spent the evening watching the lead wolves of the Yaya Indus sector, trying to map out every scent and strategy of my company.He’d discovered that while Parker Industries was a titan in the Skydrivee lands, we were hitting a wall of permafrost here in Valeria. We were a legendary brand in the distant tundra, but I had insisted
I massaged my temples, the heat in my veins simmering. "That rogue idiot is staging another hunt behind my back!"Isabella burst into a sharp laugh, her eyes bright with mischief. "I suspect Mike is just restless and using your birth-cycle as an excuse to bring the Alphas together for a brawl.""That sounds like his scent... did he signal you already?""He did! I’m marking my territory at that lodge this weekend. Are you summoning Ethan this time? He was practically howling when he found himself excluded from the guest list a few sun-cycles ago," Isabella said. "He even reserved the smaller ice-hall next to yours just to keep watch. It was incredibly petty."I held my head, the weight of the crown feeling heavy. "I just had a snarling match with him on the ice. He likely has no desire to cross my perimeter.""Why the new friction?""It’s a long scent-trail, Isabella.""I see. Should I have Jun pulse him a message? If he’s looking for an opening, you could grant him passage," Isabella
"I’ve already secured a table at that lodge across the ice," Ethan said, his voice as immovable as a mountain peak despite my second rejection. "I’m taking Shea to the academy shortly, and you’re bound for the same trail with Hayden. We’ll consume our kill together, then escort the yearlings.""My pack eats at home," I countered, keeping my scent neutral. "The pups need a trance-nap before their lessons begin."I watched his pupils blow wide, his aura shifting from civil to predatory in a heartbeat."Is a simple meal with your former mate such a terrifying prospect, Collins? Or are you scenting the air for an escape because your wolf still howls for me?""Your arrogance is the only thing I scent, Ethan," I snapped, though I found myself steering Hayden toward the lodge just to silence him."Stay with the yearlings, I'll secure Shea from the Rower," Ethan commanded.Once we were settled in a carved stone booth, the tension was thick enough to choke a yearling. I scanned the list of off
"Things are going to get brutal if the healers can’t flush this pup out of your system."Mason dropped onto the frozen log beside Zoe, his hand reaching out to pat her shoulder, but he pulled back as if her skin was silver-coated."I’m sorry, Dr. Bennett! I’m a pathetic cur. You were half-delirious from the winter-ale that night, but I was fully aware. I knew you were the Alpha’s consort, but my wolf was weak and I took what wasn't mine. I’m scum!" Mason roared, then delivered a sharp slap to his own face.Zoe turned her gaze toward him, the visible regret in Mason’s eyes acting like a cooling balm on her rage."We’re keeping the litter for now," Zoe said, drawing a jagged breath of the mountain air. "Your uncle’s wolf doesn't howl for me. We aren't going to share a den forever. If I end this cycle now, I might lose my fertile scent forever. And the moment Ethan finds another surgeon to patch Shea together, he’ll exile me without a second thought."She’d always known Ethan was scoutin
"Uncle Mike’s link is too slow, Layla. I’m just going to skip through the footage to see the source.""What is it, Hayden? Is it a secret play from the Silvercrest team?""No. It’s a full ritual recording of a burial. It’s a funeral, Layla. It’s dark and heavy. You really shouldn't scent this.""You’re not just trying to keep me out of the loop, are you? Is there really a wolf in a casket?""It’s a death rite. Do you truly want to witness the end of a pack member?""No way," Layla whispered, shivering as she backed away. "Who was it? Was it an Alpha?""No idea. The names are blurred," Hayden said, slamming the terminal shut. "I’m returning this to Mike’s quarters before he finishes his match.""Fine... I’ll just hide the evidence."Once Hayden vanished, Layla shoved the disc and the jargon-filled parchment back into the obsidian box. If she’d known she was hauling a record of a funeral across the ice, she wouldn't have bothered breaching the Citadel. Now, returning it was impossible w







