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CHAPTER 27: THE RINK ATTACK
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2026-09-18 16:53:31
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Icy Nights: Mated to the Three Alphas Chapter 29: The Truth Between Them
JessieThe door grinds shut. Steel scrapes rusted housing, vibration juddering up through my teeth.Martins pins his palm flat against the surface, weight leaning into it like he's holding something wild on the other side. His other hand works the latch back with a sharp metallic clack.I stay two paces behind, the red-sealed folder pressed against my ribs. Stiff paper digs through my hoodie.M A R L O W E H E I R: S U B J E C T A C T I V E.My eyes keep dragging back to those letters. I can't stop reading them. Cold iron bites grooves into my fingertips where I grip the edge.My brain refuses the folder. Refuses the room behind us. Refuses the records stacked under ice for years.So I anchor to the latch. The bolt. Mechanical sounds I can count.The corridor goes quiet. Martins's breathing fills the narrow space, ragged and too loud for someone who skates sixty minutes without gasping.He turns and walks. Stride too fast, too controlled, the way he moves when an official makes a call
Icy Nights: Mated to the Three Alphas CHAPTER 28: THE HIDDEN DOOR
JessieMy shoulder hits the wall hard, rattling the pipe overhead. Boots skid on oil-slicked concrete. Air scrapes raw through my throat.Behind me, the equipment room door swings shut and Marlon's voice dies in the dark.Move move move. Diego's whisper lodges under my sternum like a swallowed stone.They'll come for you, white wolf.I don't know who they are. Don't know what that name means. My legs keep driving forward.The corridor narrows. Overhead pipes drip cold condensation onto my bare neck. Fluorescent tubes flicker cobalt, die, snap back, stretching my shadow long against cinderblock.Rust streaks the walls like fingers dragged downward. Old machine oil fills my lungs.My hoodie is soaked. Sweat trickles down my spine.The corridor branches. Left goes black. Right bends toward the Zamboni compressor's hum.My feet take the dark path before I decide.I press my palm flat against the wall to steady myself. When I pull away, a damp print steams faintly in the freezing air.I ke
Icy Nights: Mated to the Three Alphas CHAPTER 27: THE RINK ATTACK
A body slams the plexiglass three feet away. It isn't a puck.Beckett Rook folds flat against the barrier, helmet cracking sideways, his mouth open and nothing coming out, his whole frame shuddering against the glass like something inside him broke mid-check.The boards shudder. Jessie's teeth rattle.Her fingers lock on the tunnel gate, cold steel pressing ridges deep into her palms until the ache climbs her wrists.She's supposed to be sorting towel bins for Marlon. The narrow opening shows center ice, diesel and burnt rubber hanging thick in the damp air."Keep your head down, Marlowe." Marlon keeps turning a dull skate blade in his fingers, rotating it even though he stopped sharpening ten minutes ago. "Don't watch.""Someone just hit the glass with his face," Jessie says."Yeah." Marlon spits into a rag, keeps turning the blade. "So don't watch."She watches anyway. Her neck won't turn. Something behind her sternum tugs her toward the ice while her body wants to retreat, and neit
Icy Nights: Mated to the Three Alphas Chapter 26: Silver in the Snow
JessieThe shard catches under my thumb pad and I jerk my hand back before I even see what I grabbed."Ow. What the hell."I shake my fingers and a red line wells along the skin, shallow and sharp. I press it against my jeans and stare down at the slush beside the rink's side entrance.The security bulb catches something half-buried, metal flat and wrong sitting in the gray melt.I crouch and brush the slush away with my sleeve. Three more pieces surface underneath, small and similarly shaped with edges too straight for anything that broke off a skate blade.I pick one up between my thumb and forefinger and turn it under the light. I've scraped skate shavings off this floor before, and those curl messy and thin like wood peelings.These don't curl. These look cut."Marlon's gonna make me recount every roll in that bin," I mutter, but my attention stays stuck on the shard. The metal sits cold against my skin, dry-cold and biting.Footsteps crunch behind me, even and unhurried.Dr. Lena
Icy Nights: Mated to the Three Alphas Chapter 25: The Throat Mark
Rubber loses grip on glazed concrete. Jessie's weight pitches forward before she can even think the word fall. The library tray tips. A hardcover slides under the railing and disappears. The paperback she owes fourteen dollars for cracks against the stair edge, tumbles into the dark.Her left hand slaps the railing. Right hand grabs air. The shoulder wrenches hot."Okay. Okay, I'm fine, I'm..."A hand closes on the back of her jacket. Fingers lock her elbow, arresting the backward pitch. Then his other hand reaches around and settles on her throat.Cupping. Palm filling the hollow where her pulse hammers.She knows him before she sees him. Pine resin cuts the stairwell air, sharp and cold, and her body registers Martins a full second before her eyes confirm it.Her boots scrape the ice-slicked stair. She's upright. She's not falling. Her feet touch the concrete, but she doesn't trust them to hold."Martins."His name leaves her thin. Barely air.He doesn't answer. His thumb rests over
Icy Nights: Mated to the Three Alphas Chapter 24: Lila's Warning
JessieMy tray slams into the return rack. Metal clangs sharp enough two freshmen flinch, cutting through grease and old coffee that's been sitting since morning rush. I don't apologize.My jaw throbs from how tight I'm holding it shut. Back teeth aching. Fury from the locker room still hot under my ribs and not allowed anywhere to go.The words are still lodged under my skin. Manage me. Right. They don't get to decide.Trays keep clattering. Laughter breaks over itself until the whole room feels impossible to breathe in. I need out before I say something I can't take back.Shoving past a chair because my body needs air more than politeness, I head for the double doors. They swing shut behind me, cutting the clatter to a muffled hum. Rubber soles squeak on linoleum.Three steps into the corridor, the scent hits me. Gardenia layered over dark amber, thick enough to cling to the back of my throat.No. Not today. Not her.I keep walking, aiming for the narrow gap between Lila and the gra
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