LOGINCAINThe rhythmic, scraping slice of steel against the pristine ice of the Northbridge University rink is the only sound that matches the steady, heavy beat of my heart. Six moon cycles have crossed the sky since the blood debt was settled in the Silent Crest Grounds. Six months of rewriting the blueprints of my own mind on and off the ice.I glide toward the center line, the black obsidian captain’s C stitched into my heavy hockey jersey catching the glare of the overhead arena lights. The internal scars left by Ethan Cole haven't vanished—they never truly will—but they have been entirely recontextualized. They are no longer monuments to my violation; they are the armor my wolf wears.A shadow falls over my left flank, a dark, rich scent of pine and absolute authority hitting my senses a millisecond before the heavy impact of a massive body aligns perfectly with mine.Kai doesn't slow his stride, his skates cutting a deep, aggressive groove into the ice as he hooks his stick horizont
CAINIsolated on the ice, our internal beasts were our own worst liabilities, but unified? Our alignment is entirely explosive. An absolute elite line.I haven't offered a formal submission of regret for incinerating his performance vehicle, and my wolf never will. The arrogant bastard should have never documented our scenes on the mats, let alone broadcast the footage across the territory's digital grid. Besides, I am fully aware his alpha dominance will provoke my beast at some future intersection, and I will cheerfully reduce another piece of his luxury asset to cinders.“Have you established a frequency with Akira?” I ask Ryder, shifting my focus back to his position near the stone markers.He shakes his head, his jaw setting into a hard line. “Negative. She refuses to activate her terminal or acknowledge my digital pings.”I’ll dispatch a secure transmission to her tomorrow. I’ve remained deep inside the perimeter of the estate with Kai all week. I haven't even permitted Sienna t
KAII stand motionless, enveloped by the ancient pines sprawling behind the Obsidian Shrine within the borders of the Silent Crest Grounds—the pack’s restricted burial terrain. Cain is positioned roughly ten feet ahead of me, his oversized dark lenses shielding his face from the first rays of dawn piercing the heavy timber canopy. The morning light isn't fully blinding yet, but he keeps them on to mask the lingering discoloration from Ethan's assault. The purple shadows aren't as severe as they were a few rotations ago, but they still carry the raw signature of the violence.He shifts slightly, presenting a profile view, and a brief, genuine smile touches his lips at a remark Ryder directs his way. It’s the first authentic expression I've caught all week. Every other sunrise, I’ve tracked the hollow performance of his compliance.Last night, the drop in my internal thermometer woke me in our bed alone; I migrated down to the lower quarters and discovered him huddled on the leather cou
“My intent is not to damage your vessel.” Even as the warning tears from my throat, my hands surge upward, burying themselves deep within his damp silver hair and tilting his head back ruthlessly so I can force his gaze to lock with mine.“I command you to do it,” he rasps through a jagged breath, his tears spilling over the swollen edges of his eyelids. “I… I require the discipline, Alpha.”I shake my head, my inner wolf snarling because I already know my restraint is entirely compromised.The moment his fingers release their grip on my hard length, the oxygen rushes back into my lungs, but that fleeting relief is instantly incinerated when he drops his knees heavily to the floorboards.“Cain,” I growl, applying leverage to his silver locks to haul his frame back up to a standing posture, but his palm swats my hands away with sudden venom—capitalizing on my deliberate lack of force—and he takes my throbbing shaft directly into his mouth. “Cain!” I snap, the anger shifting inward at m
CAINMy chest constricts tightly at his words, and my gaze snaps directly back to his emerald eyes. I had always suspected his underlying interference was the catalyst behind my disastrous personal life, but I harbored the conviction that his sole motivation was to make my existence on this mountain an absolute hell. I might have matched his vitriol with my own submissive defiance, but I had never systematically dismantled his prospects. Then again, he never had any to speak of. In the six winters I’ve shared a roster with Kai Mercer, he has never aligned his energy with a partner. "Kai—""My focus has never shifted," he cuts in, his gravelly frequency vibrating through the steam. "From the precise moment your boots crossed the threshold of my sire's kitchen."I can't pinpoint the exact rotation on the ice when I permitted my inner wolf to recognize his claim, but even when our beasts were tearing at each other's throats, my landscape was entirely vacant without him. I loathe the real
He woke up exactly as Dr. Mori predicted he would—shattered. He was howling, thrashing against the exam table, claiming the oxygen was cut off and begging to strip the bindings from his face. I don't even think his conscious mind had registered the territory change; he was trapped in the suffocating dark of his wolf's primal panic. The doctor lunged forward to push another sedative through the line, but I blocked his advance with a low rumble in my chest. What assurance did we have that his beast wouldn't snap the same way upon the next revival? I had to ground my submissive myself, to pull him back to the ice, back to the present. Mori had already disconnected the line, and there was no power on this mountain that would make me hold Cain down just to let another needle pierce his flesh.When the doctor requested the room be cleared for a private diagnostic, my internal Alpha wanted to put him through the drywall. Over my unburied corpse would I leave his side. I never anticipated our




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