LOGINFantine Lennox was trained to kill targets, Not fall in love with one. When she’s sent undercover as a PR officer for the elite Hades hockey team, her mission is simple: get close to the soon to be Alpha King, Riley Porter, and end his life. One clean kill, one final step toward revenge for her mother’s death. But the moment their eyes meet, everything changes. Because Riley isn’t just her target, he’s her fated mate. Now every look burns, every touch tempts, and every heartbeat betrays her secret. Riley can feel the bond pulling them together, but Fantine fights it with everything she has. Loving him means betraying her father. Killing him means destroying her soul. As enemies close in, dark secrets unravel, the kind that could shatter kingdoms and rewrite bloodlines. Fantine must decide: will she fulfill her deadly mission… or surrender to the mate who was never meant to be hers?
View MoreFantine's POV The apartment door slammed behind me harder than I meant. My hands shook while I locked it, twice, like that would keep Riley Porter or anything else out.I slid down the door until I hit the floor, knees pulled up.What the hell was that?His bare chest. The water on his skin. That stupid smirk when his towel slipped. It kept replaying in my head on a loop, like my brain had decided to torture me.But the worst part?My body reacted like it had a mind of its own. Heat rushing through me. Ava practically purring in my head.Mate. Mate. Mate.“Shut up,” I muttered to her.She whined, offended.I pressed my palms over my eyes. This wasn’t the plan. This wasn’t anything. The mission was supposed to be straightforward: get in, seduce him, kill him. Clean and cold, no feelings attached. But Riley Porter was not simple. He wasn't just a name on a file. He was the son of the man who ruined my father’s life, but he was not easy to hate.And now he was my mate. Perfect.My sist
Riley's POV Lennox bolted out of the locker room like I’d just threatened to burn her precious designer heels.I leaned against the lockers, towel hanging loose around my hips, and let myself grin.She could deny it until the moon fell out of the sky, but I’d felt the way her body reacted.Fast heartbeat. Dilated pupils. That faint hitch in her breath when my hand brushed her arm.Yeah. She wanted me.The best part? She hated admitting it. That made this game so much more fun.I cinched the towel back around my waist, still wondering what in the hell I’d done to make my own mate act like I was some contagious disease.Most women didn’t run from me.They ran to me.And the few who didn’t were either taken, allergic to commitment, or… let’s just say, very committed to batting for another team.But Lennox? She was neither.She felt the bond. I knew she did. If it was hitting her anything like it was hitting me, she was going out of her damn mind trying to fight it.So why was she fighti
Fantine's POV “You don’t seem to be all that adverse to my touch anymore, Miss Lennox. Are you… perhaps warming up to me?”Riley ’s smirk brushed against my lips. His voice was low, intimate, too confident.It hit me like a bucket of ice water.I shoved him hard. “Get off me!”“What?” His brows furrowed, confusion flashing in those blue eyes.“I said get. Off. Me.” My voice cut sharper this time.He stepped back, hands lifted. “What’s wrong? Afraid your body wants mine?”Before I thought it through, my hand flew and cracked across his cheek. The sound was sharp enough to make my own ears ring.His eyes went wide as his hands went to his face. “What the hell?”I didn’t stay to explain. “Sorry,” I muttered, though I wasn’t, and pushed past him.The moment I stepped out of the bar, I gulped down fresh air like I’d been drowning. The night was cool, carrying the faint scent of pine from the woods beyond campus.I still felt his mouth on mine. My skin burned where his hands had been. My w
Fantine's POV The chill from the rink seeped into my bones, but I didn’t move from my spot just beyond the plexiglass barrier. Clipboard in hand, pen tapping idly, I kept my posture casual, like a PR rep assessing her team.In reality, I was studying my target like a predator lining up her kill.Riley Porter cut across the ice with speed and precision that should have been illegal. Every stride was fluid, each pivot controlled, the puck an extension of him. When he had possession, it wasn’t a game, it was a performance. And judging by the volume of the crowd in the stands, they loved every second of it.Predictable.He scored first, of course. The place erupted in cheers, a sea of fists pumping and whistles echoing.I didn’t clap. I didn’t even smile. My gaze tracked him the way a sniper watches through a scope, looking for the openings, the weaknesses.Alpha instincts, I noted as he circled back to center ice. He read the game like a battlefield, anticipating plays before they happe












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