LOGIN🤍RAV🤍 "No." A laugh tore out of me, humorless, brittle, the kind of sound that scrapes on its way out instead of easing anything. "No, it couldn't be." Wren just watched me with those steady eyes and did not argue, which somehow made it worse. If she'd laughed back, if she'd told me I was being ridiculous, I could have believed her. Instead she sat there quiet and let the silence do the arguing for her. The universe could not possibly be this cruel. It happened once. One night, one drunk alpha, one mistake buried under suppressants and lies and two years of careful survival, and it could not just casually reach into my life and plant something there without so much as a warning. "Rav." Wren's voice was careful now, the kind of careful people use when they already suspect the answer is going to hurt. "When was your last heat?" I frowned. The question did not even make sense at first, like she'd asked it in a language I used to speak but had forgotten. "What?" "Your last heat.
🤍RAV🤍The words hung in the air between us and I could not make myself move. My hoodie was still bunched around my shoulders and my chest was still bare and the nurse was staring at me with her hands pressed against her mouth like she was trying to physically hold the words back in."Please." It cracked out of me before I could stop it. "Please don't tell anyone."She lowered her hands slowly. Her eyes were still wide but something in her face had already started to shift, the shock draining out and something more careful moving in behind it."You're an omega." She said it again, quieter, like she needed a second pass just to believe it."Yes." My voice came out small and it did not even try to drop low anymore. There was no point. Not with my chest bare and my ribs painted seven different shades of wrong and every truth about me sitting out in the open air of that little white room like evidence at a trial. "I forged my documents. I bind my chest and I take suppressants and scent b
🤍RAV🤍Sweetheart.I sat on the edge of the examination table with the paper crinkling under my thighs and I let that word sit heavy on my chest. Nobody had called Rav Steele sweetheart in two years. Nobody was supposed to. I had built this whole person out of a deep voice and squared shoulders and a walk that swung wide instead of narrow, and here was this nurse looking at me like I was something soft, with Theron standing right there by the door watching the whole thing unfold."I fell during drills." My voice dropped low the second it left my mouth, automatic, a reflex I didn't even have to think about anymore. "It's nothing.""Mm-hm." She didn't even look up. She crossed to the supply cabinet and pulled gloves out of a box and snapped them onto her hands with two quick motions. "You boys always say that. Right up until it's a fractured rib and you're begging me for painkillers at midnight." She glanced back at me, her mouth curving into something teasing. "Hoodie off."I did not
🤍RAV🤍The puck hit the ice with a sharp crack and Zoren was already moving before I could even blink. My stick felt heavy in my hands and my shoulders were screaming from the extra drills and my ribs were on fire every time I inhaled. The bindings were crushing the bruises underneath and every breath was a knife between my bones.Quitting was not an option and quitting meant losing the academy and losing the apartment and losing the only future I had ever wanted. I had not come this far to let Zoren Maveth break me on a practice drill.He stripped the puck from me instantly and his stick was a blur and his body was a wall I could not get past. I did not even see him take it. One moment the puck was on my blade and the next moment it was gone and he was already skating back to center ice."Again."I pushed myself back up and my legs were shaking and my lungs were burning and I lined up across from him. Another faceoff and another loss and I did not even touch the puck this time."You
❄️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🤍 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
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







