LOGINRavael Steele is a scentless female omega hiding her identity to play hockey in an all male alpha academy. She had a plan. She had control. She had everything perfectly built. Until one heated night unraveled all of it. Claimed and marked. Everything she sacrificed was gone in a single moment she never saw coming. Zoren Maveth is the most powerful alpha captain in the academy. He can’t comprehend what’s happening to him. His new roommate is small, fragile, infuriating—and somehow constantly messing with his head. He told himself the cruelty was discipline. He told himself the obsession was irritation. Then he discovered the small alpha he’d been tormenting was never an alpha at all. A male omega. Living in his room. Under his skin. Now he’s not just questioning his sexuality. He’s questioning his sanity. Because no matter what he does—he cannot get him out of his head. And the scent that was never supposed to exist is the thing destroying them both.
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You crave the unforgivable. You don't want the sweet alpha who asks permission. You want the one who takes. The one who doesn't know he's falling until he's already drowning. You hunger for men who are cold to the world but burn for one person alone. You want cruelty that masks confusion and obsession that looks like hatred until it cracks wide open. You want the crimson eyes. The possessive grip. The alpha who should terrify you but makes your pulse race instead. You love men soaked in violence, brutal in their claiming, lethal in their obsession. You want them dangerous and you want them undone. You want the monster who has never been told no to meet the one person who makes him want to hear it. You want the moment his hand trembles. You want the second his control snaps. You want to watch him realize that everything he thought he was means nothing compared to what she is. You want to hate him. But you need him anyway. You are here for the alpha who doesn't know what love is but knows exactly what belongs to him the moment he touches it. You want to watch him suffer. You want to watch him earn her. You want to watch him become the thing he swore he would never be—a man who would burn down everything he built for one person who was never supposed to matter. You live for the almost touch. The almost confession. The almost betrayal. And cliffhangers that leave you staring at your screen at 2am, whispering “just one more chapter.” If this sounds like your kind of poison… Welcome. Open your mouth. Good girl 🖤 Meet Zoren Maveth.❄️🩸 Crimson-eyed. Cold-blooded. The most dominant alpha in the academy. He will make you hate him first—the way he bullies, the way he torments, the way he can't seem to leave his fragile roommate alone. But you will watch him unravel. You will feel his control snap thread by thread. You will drown in his obsession and call it fated love. Meet Ravael Steele.🌹🤍 A scentless female omega hiding inside a lie. She forged her name. She buried her nature. She walked into an all-male alpha hockey academy with nothing but nerve and a dream the world told her she couldn't have. She should be prey. Instead she's the one thing Zoren Maveth can't control. This is for those who love when the cruel one falls first and falls hardest. For those who understand that confusion can look like cruelty and desire can feel like destruction. For those who know the most dangerous romances are the ones where he doesn't even know what he's feeling until it's too late. Power. Obsession. Ice. Welcome to Crimson Rink Academy. Home of the Arctic Wolves. Owned by the Maveth family. And the last place on earth Ravael Steele should be. Dark hockey omegaverse romance | Enemies to obsession | Hidden identity | Possessive alpha | He falls first and has no idea what is happening to him🤍RAV🤍Theron's dorm hit me like stepping into a completely different universe the second he shoved the door open, warm lamplight spilling gold across walls plastered with photographs pinned up in no order whatsoever, him and his teammates mid-laugh with their arms slung over each other's shoulders, a golden retriever that had absolutely no business being on academy grounds, a lopsided trophy wedged between a stack of dog-eared comic books and an empty bag of chips he clearly hadn't bothered throwing away in days.Nothing about this room belonged to a monster. My chest actually loosened just standing in the doorway of it."Sorry for the mess." He dropped his bag and kicked a stray hoodie out of the walking path with the kind of practiced ease that told me this happened every single day, that he'd stopped apologizing for it years ago and only remembered the habit because I was standing here now. "Wasn't exactly expecting company.""It's fine." I lingered a beat too long in that doorwa
🤍RAV🤍Silence swallowed the whole rink for one full second, thick enough to feel against my skin, every player near the boards frozen mid-motion like the sound of my own voice had physically stopped time itself.Congratulations, Ravael. You just told the captain of the Arctic Wolves no, in front of his entire kingdom. Someone should really give me a medal, or maybe just a coffin, because I fully expected to be dead by morning either way.Zoren skated toward me slowly. Unhurried. The kind of pace a man only uses when he already believes the outcome has been decided in his favor, when the walk itself is meant to be part of the punishment, dragging out the dread before he even opens his mouth. My heart slammed hard against my ribs and I forced my spine straight anyway, forced my chin level with his instead of letting it drop the way it always wanted to drop whenever he got close enough to smell.Deep voice, Ravael. Alpha posture. Shoulders back, chin up, do not let this man see one sin
🤍RAV🤍The academy gates loomed dark against a sky already bleeding orange into purple by the time I dragged myself through them, my duffel bag slung heavy over one shoulder and every muscle in my body still humming with the ache of a full day spent sleeping instead of existing."Rav!"Theron's voice cut across the courtyard before I'd made it ten steps past the gate, and I turned to find him jogging toward me, his gold-tipped hair catching the last of the sunset light, his brow already pulled tight with something that looked a lot like actual worry."Where the hell have you been?" He stopped in front of me, breathing a little hard from the jog, his eyes sweeping over my face like he was cataloging every detail that had changed since he last saw me. "You missed every single class today. Coach was asking.""I needed to clear my head." I kept my voice steady, easy, the deep register slipping back into place like a coat I'd only briefly taken off."You okay?""Yeah." I held his gaze bec
🤍RAV🤍 Morning practice ended and I skated off that ice like my legs belonged to someone else. Hollowed out. Wrung completely dry from an entire night of crying into my own knees on cold aluminum bleachers with nobody around to hear a single sound I made. I never went back to the apartment. Not once. I could not make myself walk through that door and lie down on a rug four feet from the man who had pinned me to his bathroom wall and knotted me while completely out of his own mind, so I stayed on the ice instead. I stayed through the first team's warmup, hiding at the far end near the boards where nobody would notice a rookie who hadn't slept. I forced my own body through drills on legs that had absolutely nothing left to give, my thighs screaming with every stride, every check I took from an alpha twice my size landing like it was trying to finish what last night started. Hating Zoren Maveth had never once required effort. That part came easy, the way breathing came easy, autom
To the readers who want the unthinkable. You crave the unforgivable.You don't want the sweet alpha who asks permission. You want the one who takes. The one who doesn't know he's falling until he's already drowning. You hunger for men who are cold to the world but burn for one person al
🤍RAV🤍The memories came back in pieces and none of them were gentle about it. The weight of him. The cold of the locker. The sound of his belt. The way my body had responded before I could tell it not to and kept responding after I had already decided it should stop and the bite at the end of all
🤍RAV🤍 "You are Rav Steele, is that correct?" The intimidating look on the coach's face when I gave him my letter from the admin the following day made my palms sweaty. He held the paper like he was inspecting it for lies and I supposed he was because every single word on that document was forge
🤍RAV🤍 I snuck into the school just to watch the infamous Arctic Wolves and the Ice Vipers play, and the energy on the ice was charged in a way that made my fingers curl against my thighs because I could not wait to prove myself tomorrow. I already got my admission letter folded in my back pocket












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