LOGIN"How could a man who spends his nights elbow-deep in rogue carcasses compare to a pure-blood like you? You’re the Quinn heiress!" I heard those words from the man I loved for seven years, spoken to my own half-sister. At the Grimford Medical Sanctuary, I was the 'Ice Judge,' a elite forensic healer whose scent was stained by death. To Evan Mercer, I was just a ladder to climb—until he decided to kick it away, plotting to let my mother die to secure his place in the Quinn bloodline. But I am Dr. Jack Quinn, and I don’t break. I hunt. Desperate for a way out, I accept a dangerous deal with Elder Magnus Blackridge: marry his grandson to save my mother. I expected a cold business arrangement. I didn't expect Alpha Ronan Blackridge—the towering, lethal commander of the Blackridge Enforcement HQ. He smells of cedar and dominance, and he looks at me with eyes that have haunted my dreams for a decade. In a world of fated mates, hockey ice, and pack wars, the hunter has finally found his match. Genre: Modern Werewolf Romance / Urban Fantasy Tags: #FatedMates #Betrayal #AlphaHero #FirstPersonPOV #SecretIdentity #IceHockey #UKWerewolves #MorgueToRiches #GrumpyXGrumpy
View MoreIs Silas Crowe telling us the truth?"The veteran Pack Enforcer leaned forward, the shadows of the Blackridge Enforcement HQ making his features look like carved granite. I stood by the door, my medical kit heavy against my hip, watching the exchange. Silas’s youngest daughter, a pup barely ten winters old, had been the one to whisper the secret. She was trembling, huddled in a corner of the interrogation room, her eyes wide with a terror that no child—human or wolf—should ever know."I just did what I was told," Silas stammered, his voice cracking like dry wood. "I started the fire at the Bloodroot Farmstead. I didn't know the healers were inside. I swear on the Great Luna.""You swear on the Luna while your hands are stained with Quinn blood?" I stepped into the light, my voice cold and sharp as a scalpel. I was Dr. Jack Quinn, the last of a bloodline that had been hunted for decades, and I had no patience for the excuses of a coward. "The farmstead wasn't just a building, Silas. it
"Why the hell are you staring at me like that, Ronan?"The question pulled me out of my brooding as we stood by the sleek, black SUV. Ronan Blackridge leaned against the driver’s side door, his eyes narrowed as if he were trying to solve a puzzle he already knew the answer to. He didn't answer immediately. He just watched me, that annoying, silent Alpha confidence radiating off him like heat from an engine."You think I’m being a sarcastic prick, don’t you, Jack?""I don't think it. I’m certain of it. I just can’t figure out why yet.""Maybe you’re just looking for reasons to be annoyed with me."He didn't wait for my rebuttal. He slid into the driver's seat and turned the ignition. The engine of the reinforced vehicle purred to life, a low growl that felt right for a man who spent half his life leading the Blackridge Enforcers on the ice and the other half keeping the Northern Pack Territory from falling into chaos.The drive away from the Grimford Medical Sanctuary was thick with a
"Jack, are you looking for your Alpha?"The kid’s voice was raspy, laced with that annoying, knowing smirk younger pack members always got when they thought they’d caught a healer off-guard. I shifted my weight, the chill of the Grimford Medical Sanctuary’s linoleum floors seeping through my shoes. I’d been a doctor for the Blackridge Task Pack long enough to be immune to the 'Alpha’s Mate' gossip, but my skin still flared hot under my collar."Focus on your recovery, Noah. The IV bag is almost empty.""He was just here, you know. Standing in the doorway like a brooding statue. You’d think the high-stakes hockey season ended with him losing a limb, not just a bruised rib.""Alpha Ronan Blackridge doesn’t ‘brood.’ He monitors pack safety. And he’s the captain of the Blackridge Enforcers on the ice—he doesn't have time to hang around hallways.""Tell that to the scent he left behind. Smells like a thunderstorm and expensive leather."I ignored him, checking the monitor. My mind was alre
"Dr. Quinn, focus. Was that Silas Crowe’s blood-debt payment found in the locker?"Alpha Ronan Blackridge’s voice was a low vibration in the small, sterile confines of the Lunar Forensics Lab. I didn’t look up from the centrifuge. I knew exactly what he was looking at—a pile of high-denomination credits and a jagged tooth, the traditional 'tuition' fee a rogue pays to learn a lesson in pack law."Yes," I replied, my voice sounding tight even to my own ears. "Silas isn't just sending a message; he's buying a seat at the table. He knows the Blackridge Task Pack is stretched thin protecting the Alpha Stage Arena."Ronan’s jaw tightened. "He thinks he can buy his way into the Northern Territory while we’re distracted by a hockey game. He’s underestimated the depth of the ice."I finally turned to look at him. "He isn't the only one. The school principals observing the hockey recruitment are already at a loss for words. They saw the 'accidental' shift in the third-string enforcer today. If












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