Mag-log inRavael 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❄️ZOREN❄️My head felt like someone had driven a hockey stick straight through my skull. The afternoon light pouring through the curtains only made it worse. I sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment with two fingers pressed against my temple. Fragments of last night drifted through my mind like debris on dirty water.Whiskey. The banquet. The old man. Sapphire.Bird.My brow furrowed. I pressed my fingers harder against my skull. There had been vanilla cream. Sweet. Soft. Everywhere. On my pillow. On my blanket. On my sheets. I remembered grabbing Bird. I remembered demanding answers. I remembered his face too close to mine. His eyes too wide. His body too still. After that there was nothing. The rest was black.I pushed myself to my feet. The room tilted for half a second before steadying. The apartment was silent. Too silent. The kind of silence that meant someone had been here and had already left. The broken whiskey bottle was gone. I remembered it shattering on the floor. I
🤍RAV🤍 My hands were still shaking when I opened Jack's message. I expected anger. I expected disappointment. I expected him to tell me I was fired and I was never welcome back at the bar again. I had missed my shift without calling. Jack was strict about punctuality and Jack had fired people for less. My salary was the only thing keeping my suppressants stocked and my scent blockers fresh and my stomach halfway full and now it was gone. I was going to lose everything because of one stupid banquet. I opened the message with my heart in my throat. “Kid, don't apologize. I know this academy means everything to you. Chase your dream. The bar isn't going anywhere. Neither am I. Come in whenever you're free. You'll always have a shift waiting for you. Proud of you.” I read the message twice because I was sure I had misunderstood it and I was sure my tired brain was making up words that were not there. Then I read it a third time and my throat tightened and my eyes stung. Nobody
🤍RAV🤍Red lights were on and they bathed the entire room in the color of blood.Broken bottles were scattered on the floor right where I usually slept.Shards of glass glittered on the dark fur rug. The room smelled like alcohol and it was so strong my nose burned from it.Whiskey.And by the window was Zoren fucking Maveth.He turned when I entered and his crimson eyes were darker than I had ever seen them. They were not focused and they were not cold. They were something else entirely. He looked like the first time I saw him in the locker room. Drunk and unsteady and dangerous.Shit he is drunk again.Before I could turn around and get out and run and hide, his deep voice vibrated through my chest."Who slept on my bed?" His eyes were fixed on me and they did not blink.Shit. I did.I did not even get to sleep for thirty minutes because of the stupid banquet. I had made sure to straighten the sheets before I left. I had made sure the pillows were fluffed. I had made sure there was
🤍RAV🤍My head stayed down the entire ride back to the academy. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass of the window. I closed my eyes and kept my breathing slow and even. I was pretending to be asleep. I was not actually asleep. I could not have slept if someone paid me.Theron had sat beside me again and I did not want to talk to him. I did not want to answer his questions. So I kept my eyes closed. I kept my body still. I listened to the voices around me without responding to any of them.Everyone else on the bus was tired but excited. The energy buzzed through the cabin like static electricity. They were talking about the banquet and the champagne and the chandeliers and the food.Some of them were talking about Sapphire. She was really pretty, her dress was stunning and her smile lit up the entire ballroom.Some of them were talking about the chairman's speech and how it felt like a political game.Some of them were talking about how terrifying Zoren looked standing beside
🤍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
❄️ZOREN❄️ "Get up from the floor you bastard." There is only one person who owns that annoying voice and I did not want to hear it right now or ever but Rylan never cared about what anyone wanted and that was the problem with him from the very beginning. I opened my eyes and the bright light mad
🤍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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