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 MoreThursday, October 5th
Grayson knew he should have been in Boston by now, and yet, there he was, standing in front of his Upper West Side brownstone, a victim of the changeable New York weather. Hail had pummeled the tarmac, which in turn had dismissed all hope of air travel, and sent him home for the night. He had rebooked a flight early tomorrow morning with enough time he needed to arrive for the meeting in Boston… Just
In turn, it gave him an opportunity to surprise Morgan.
Glancing down the street at the brownstones, this was a great place to raise kids, and when he had slipped the engagement ring on Morgan's finger six months ago, she had agreed to move in and have their family here someday.
Using his key, he let himself in, soft jazz drifted through the hallway to greet him. Grayson dropped his briefcase by the door, loosened his tie. He considered calling out, announcing his arrival, but paused when he heard laughter coming from the master bedroom. Two women. Morgan and... someone else. Disappointed that they wouldn't have the evening to themselves, but he really couldn't complain. He hadn't planned to be here. If Morgan had invited a friend over to keep her company that was fine by him.
Grayson smiled. More laughter echoed down the hall, followed by whispers he couldn't quite make out. He hung his coat on the rack, figuring he'd grab a drink before interrupting their girl talk. Heading into the lounge to grab a whiskey before seeing what Morgan was up to. Knowing his luck, they were going through Morgan’s wardrobe and there would be a mountain of clothing laying over their bed.
The laughter grew louder as he approached the bedroom. Giggles. Hushed words. A sound that might have been a moan. He stopped, hand hovering over the doorknob.
A voice that wasn't Morgan's said, "Baby just like that."
Morgan responded with a sound Grayson recognized all too well. Pleasure.
His stomach dropped. The hairs on his arms stood up. A cold feeling spread through his chest. He knew before touching the door what he was about to walk in on.
But he pushed open the door anyway. He couldn't hide from the knowledge. He needed to face it and them head on. Just like he handled business.
But he wasn't quite ready for the sight that greeted him.
Morgan lay sprawled across their king-size bed, naked, her blonde hair fanned out across his pillow. On top of her was a brunette woman, equally naked, the fingers of one hand tangled in Morgan's hair, he couldn't see where her other hand was, but he could guess.
Time stopped. The world tilted on its axis as Grayson stood frozen in the doorway, unable to process what he was seeing. He’d known—sure—even prepared himself for it—but seeing it was something else.
Then Morgan looked up as if sensing him, her eyes widening with shock.
"Grayson!" She scrambled out from under the other woman, grabbing for the sheet. "You're supposed to be in Boston!"
The brunette sat up, making no effort to cover herself, a smirk playing at her lips.
Grayson recognized her. Tina. His sister Emma's friend. The one he'd meet at his sister's engagement party.
"Flight got canceled." His voice sounded distant, like it belonged to someone else. "Hail."
Morgan pulled the sheet up to her chin. "Baby, I can explain."
Tina laughed, a short, sharp sound. "Can you really?"
Grayson stepped into the room. The jazz still played from the stereo system in the corner of the room, which explained why they hadn't heard him come in. He hadn't tried to be quiet, because he hadn't realized what she had been hiding from him. That thought made him ask his next question.
"How long?" His voice was steady. Calmer than he felt.
Morgan looked at Tina, then back at him. "It's not what you think."
"How. Long." Each word clipped, precise.
"It's nothing serious, just—"
"Answer the question, Morgan." His hands balled into fists at his sides.
She looked down at the rumpled sheets. "Soon after Emma's engagement party."
Eight months. Eight months of lies. The engagement party. The day Morgan had met Tina as well. They must have started up within days of meeting each other. Then two months later he had proposed to her, and she had said yes while fucking a woman on the side.
"Eight months," he repeated the words, testing their weight. "Let's get this straight you've been fucking my sister's friend for eight months."
"Don't be crude." Morgan reached for a silk robe hanging off the bedpost. "It's just physical. It doesn't mean anything."
Tina stretched, catlike and unconcerned. "Don't sell yourself short, Morgan. It means something to me." Clearly unconcerned about being caught out. He had never liked Tina. But he could not tell his younger sister who her friends should be. Emma was twenty-seven after all.
Grayson ran a hand through his hair. Eight months. Their entire engagement. A lie. Not just their engagement but their whole relationship.
"You brought her into our bed." Not just that but their lives.
Morgan slipped into the robe, tying it at the waist. "You're making too big a deal out of this. It's just sex."
"In our bed." He felt like throwing up. He would burn the bed before he slept in this room again.
"Why not?" Tina asked, finally reaching for her clothes scattered across the floor. "Morgan said you'd be gone until tomorrow."
Grayson didn't look her way. She did not seem to care that she was standing in front of him naked. The woman had shown no shame.
The casualness of their betrayal struck him like a physical blow. They'd planned this. Waited for him to leave. How many other times had this happened? Had they laughed that he was a fool.
"Get out." He directed the words at Tina.
She raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Get the fuck out of my house."
Morgan approached him with her hands raised in a placating gesture. "Really, Grayson, I just don't understand why you are so upset. Let's talk about this like adults."
"Like adults?" He laughed, the sound hollow. "You've been cheating on me for eight months, and you want to talk like adults?"
"It's not cheating." Morgan placed a hand on his chest. "Not really. Tina is a woman not a man."
Grayson’s stepped away from her hand as his eyes widened, he realized she didn't understand cheating was cheating; it didn't matter the sex of the other person. Was she truly that stupid, or did she have the morals of an alley cat? This was not someone he wanted raising his kids let alone in his life.
If he thought he was in shock before, her next words made everything even worse.
"We could invite you to join us sometime. You might like it. Isn't it every man's dream to have two women at once."
FantineThe quiet after everything today felt like I could finally breathe. Ava was still buzzing from the run with Riley, tail flicking, ears perked, paws padding softly as she circled me. She owned this space. In a way, she owned me too."You're happy," I murmured, kneeling to scratch behind her ears. She yipped and leaned into me, warm and solid. The bond pulsed between us, steady, ecstatic, making my chest tighten with pride and that familiar dread.Ava had played with Riley's wolf during our run and I could feel her joy radiating through everything. She was satisfied. At peace. And weirdly, that made me feel safer too. Like maybe if Ava was calm, if the wolves were good, I could handle the mess in my human heart.But peace never lasts.I settled onto the couch with my laptop and tea, realizing how close Riley had come to figuring everything out. The suspicion in his eyes during the run, it was subtle but sharp, it had tightened something between us. He didn't say it directly. No
RileyThe sound of skates carving into ice should have calmed me.It usually did.Practice had always been my escape, the one place where everything made sense. The rink was predictable. Structured. Honest. Effort in, results out. No secrets. No emotional landmines. No lies wrapped in soft smiles and quiet glances.But today, even after pushing myself harder than usual, my mind refused to settle.I had played aggressively.Faster shifts. Harder hits. Longer drills.Coach had even called me out twice for overexerting.I didn’t care.Because every time I slowed down, my thoughts drifted back to her.Fantine.Her smile. Her voice. The way the bond pulsed whenever she was near. The way she listened when I spoke, really listened like my words actually mattered.And the way something about her never quite added up.I had just finished unlacing my skates when the locker room door opened.Jayden.He didn’t say anything at first.That alone was enough to make my stomach tighten.Jayden wasn’t
FantineThe first rule of investigation was simple.Never get emotionally involved with the target.Unfortunately, that was a rule I had been breaking more and more each day.I stared at the files spread across my desk, the faint glow of my laptop illuminating the room as night deepened outside my window. The campus was quiet now, most students asleep or distracted, but my mind was sharper than ever.Or at least, that was how it was supposed to be.On my screen were financial records I had spent hours quietly accessing through back channels and encrypted databases. Names, transactions, accounts, and transfers scrolled in endless lines of data that would have bored anyone else.But to me, they spoke.And what they were saying about Marcus was… interesting.Very interesting.I leaned back slightly, crossing my arms as I reviewed the numbers again, just to be certain I wasn’t jumping to conclusions.Marcus had been embezzling money.Not in large, reckless amounts.No, that would have bee
RileyI had never felt this exposed in my life.Not on the ice in front of thousands of people. Not in the locker room surrounded by teammates. Not even in front of my father when he tore me apart with words sharper than any blade.But with Fantine… it was different.Last night replayed in my head on a loop, every second of it vivid and painfully real. The way we left the party. The quiet space between us. The way the words just… spilled out of me. Things I had buried for years. Things I had sworn I would never say out loud to anyone.And she listened.That was the part that kept shaking me the most.She didn’t interrupt. She didn’t pity me. She didn’t judge me.She just listened.Even now, as I stood alone in the practice rink, gripping my stick tighter than usual, I could still feel the ghost of her presence beside me. The memory of her calm gaze. The softness in her eyes when I spoke about my father. About the expectations. About the pressure of carrying a name that felt more like
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