INICIAR SESIÓNALEXANDERI should have let them eat her alive, she was the reason I lost the C title in my favorite club. She handed my medical file to Ryder Cross and called it gossip and her mother sat at my father's table for seven years without once saying “I have a daughter”I could recall dad’s excited face when I came back to his club after boasting I never wanted anything to do with him or power play and someone just broke my pride.I couldn't even explain why the window behind me turned white ice when she returned with a red cheek.I didn't move, I swear I didn't but I was two steps off the wall, my right hand already shoved into the glove I had torn halfway off.Now I stood behind her chair with one gloved fist clamped on the wood, close enough to see the small pale scar behind her ear. She smelled like nothing, no wolf, no scent but her heartbeat reached me quickly and unevenly.My wolf, which had paced my chest for three days, went dead still. She didn't flinch when I stopped her from si
I had one hand on the front door and a duffel on my shoulder when my mother said the thing that broke me."You don't get to show up now that he's dead and act like you belong here," she spat, glaring at me."You never invited me to the wedding!" My voice cracked. "Two years of 'I'm busy, sweetheart,' Mom, and suddenly you text me that a man I'd never met is dead."My heart was shattered into a million pieces, but pride nailed my feet to the floor. For a moment I wanted to drop the bag and hold her, because her eyes were swollen, then I remembered she picked a husband and a pack over me."What text?" Mom frowned, her brows pulling together. "I never sent you anything."I shoved my phone at her for evidence. "Victor passed, please come." From her number.She went gray, her fingers twisted her wedding ring, round and round. "Calista, I swear, I never sent that. I don't even have my phone, it vanished the night he died."Maids passed behind her with trays, not one met her eye or bowed. Th
Three weeks ago he could not score. Tonight the entire rink screamed his name, and the woman standing behind that success was Mikka Rowan.I clenched my glass until my nails ached. She had arrived as nothing, a broke Australian student with an immigration problem and nowhere to sleep. Now she stood beside Seven like she belonged there, and worse, he looked at her like she belonged to him."You are staring again," my father said behind me.Council Head Di Matteo stepped beside me, his expression colder than the ice below. I told him I was watching the game. He said I was watching Seven."Do you know what the council is saying?" he asked."That he is winning.""That he is becoming difficult to control."My eyes narrowed. "He was never yours to control.""Careful," he warned.I hated that word. Everyone in my family used it when they wanted me to obey.I turned back to the rink. Seven was laughing with his teammates until Mikka walked over. His entire face changed into that soft smile he
My heart stumbled. Before I could answer, a phone started ringing in the snow. Seven pulled it from the rogue's pocket. Unknown number. He put it on speaker.A distorted voice said, "Tell the Beast we know where he lives."The line went dead.Seven stared at the screen, his jaw working. Then his own phone buzzed. A photo appeared. Me standing beside him after the game, taken from across the arena. Underneath it, four words: WE SEE EVERYTHING, SEVEN.He looked at me, and I looked at him, and neither of us spoke because we both understood at the same time.This was no longer about hockey.MIKKALevi did not leave after the game. He stayed near the tunnel with his arms crossed, watching Seven get mobbed by his teammates, and the smile he always wore for cameras was gone.Good. I knew that look. It was the same one he wore when something stopped belonging to him.Seven skated past me on his way to the locker room, tapped that stupid red card against his chest, and grinned. I rolled my eyes
The game turned brutal. They targeted him every shift, two men on him, shoving him into the boards, clipping his skates. He fell hard once and I was on my feet shouting before the whistle even blew. This time the ref called it on them.Seven looked at me and I gave him a thumbs up. He scored again. Then again. Three to one.In the final period their captain slammed him into the boards so hard his head snapped back. He pushed himself up slowly. His eyes flashed black. My heart stopped because I could see his claws pressing against his gloves.The captain laughed in his face. "What is wrong, Golden Rookie?"I stepped to the edge of the bench, my voice sharp. "Seven. Eyes on me."His gaze cut to mine. The black faded as he locked onto me. He picked up his stick, took the next pass, and scored again. Four to one.When the final whistle blew, he did not celebrate with his teammates. He skated straight to me, sweat dripping from his jaw, chest heaving."You did it," I whispered."You filled
MIKKAThe arena had been empty for almost an hour by the time I finished packing my bag, my clipboard and laptop shoved in beside my spare tapes, and when my phone buzzed I already knew who it was before I looked. Seven asking where I was, telling me to wait for him, typing and stopping and typing again like he could not decide how possessive he was allowed to sound over text. I laughed and told him I could survive the ten minute walk home alone, and I shoved the phone into my pocket. I should have listened.The path behind the arena was unnaturally quiet, the kind of quiet that made my wolf shift restlessly under my skin. Most students had gone home after the win, and my boots were loud against the thin snow. Then the wind shifted and brought it to me, wet fur and smoke and old blood, and my whole body went still. I turned slowly, scanning the trees, and said it clearly so whoever was hiding knew I was not prey. Come out.Nothing answered, so I kept walking, counting my steps, and w
VERALINThe word didn’t make sense at first.Heiress? I mean the next alpha was me?Laughter died as the crowd shifted like a single entity, moving towards my direction.Confusion and anger were written on most of their faces.Even the sky turned heavy like a storm was about to break."What?"My vo
VERALIN I wore a white dress to a grave. Held a red rose for a man who spent 18 years making sure I knew I wasn't his daughter.Everyone here looked like they were waiting for a sign to draw blood. My blood.Their eyes didn't hide it. They watched me like a hawk watching its prey and I wasn't welc
VERALINThe next minute had me walking like my life depended on it.I needed to stay alive at least before thinking of ascending the throne.Not until a Lamborghini purred to a stop beside me.I wouldn't call it a cab. Who the hell uses a $300,000 car to pick up strays?Except that, I suddenly beca
VERLINHe was my bully and first mate who rejected me at 18.I still saw it when I closed my eyes.Xaden, 21 and already wearing his brother’s blood on his hands, looked at me like I was a mistake.“Not you. Not ever.”The bond snapped and burned, and he walked away without looking back.That was f







