LOGINOmegas aren't allowed in the league. Lucian Virek breaks the rule. With his scent suppressed and identity hidden, he steps onto the ice disguised as a Beta , fighting for a place in a world that would destroy him if it knew the truth. He plays clean. He plays smart. He stays invisible. Until Orion Kael starts watching. Captain. Untouchable.Billionaire Heir. The kind of Alpha who doesn't miss anything. Orion doesn't just notice Lucian. He studies him. Corners him. Gets close enough to know , and then closer still. When the truth comes out, he doesn't report it. He keeps it. And he keeps Lucian with it. Now they're rising together as the Twin Aces, the league's most dangerous pair on the ice and its most explosive secret off it. Every game pulls them closer. Every moment of proximity makes Lucian's control harder to hold. And the more Orion refuses to let go, the more dangerous it becomes to want him. The only man powerful enough to protect him is the one who could claim him completely. "You're mine to handle now." Not a command. Not a threat. A decision that changes everything. When the truth finally breaks, and it will, Lucian will have to choose: keep running, or trust the Alpha who refused to walk away.
View MoreLucian POVI cannot stay here. That is the only clear thought in my mind as I leave the locker room. Not after what just happened, not after my control slipped, not after him. The hallway feels colder than before, but it does not help. Nothing does. The suppressant remains in my system, yet it is uneven now, working in the wrong places and failing in the ones that matter.My breathing is steady, forced, and fake. I keep walking, needing distance from the room, the team, from everything. Then a voice cuts in from the side.“Leaving already?” I stop, not because I want to, but because I recognize it. I turn slightly and see one of the Alphas from earlier, the one who had been watching closely during drills. Broad shoulders, sharp eyes that miss nothing. Problem.“You didn’t stay for results,” he continues, stepping closer.“I already got them.” “Did you?” There’s something in his tone, neither friendly nor casual or curious“I am in,” I say simply. His gaze flicks over me, slow and m
Lucian POVI should not have let him touch me. That is the first thought that follows me off the ice. Not the hit, not the drill, not even my control slipping, his hand, my wrist, the way my body reacted as if it recognized something it should not. Everything about this feels wrong.The locker room is loud when I step inside, voices overlapping, energy high from the drills. No one is paying attention to me. Good. I move straight to my locker, drop my gear harder than necessary, and sit down. I breathe, slow, controlled. Nothing can show. But it is harder now. Everything feels sharp and close to the surface. The suppressant is no longer enough.My hand moves automatically, reaching into my bag. The small bottle is exactly where I left it. I hesitate. Too much is dangerous. Too little is worse. I take it anyway. The liquid burns going down, harsher this time, settling like a warning rather than relief. Give it time. It will stabilize. It always does.“Careful with that,” a voice cuts th
Lucian POVI should avoid him. That’s the first thought I have as I step back onto the rink the next day. Avoiding Orion Kael should have been simple, obvious… and yet, impossible.The air feels different today. The locker room is louder than before, voices sharper, energy tighter. Yesterday’s uncertainty has vanished. Everyone here made it through the first cut, and that means something. It means they are better, stronger, more dangerous.I move through them as I always do, quiet, controlled, unnoticed. My gear goes on in the same order. My hands don’t shake. Outwardly, nothing has changed. I can still feel it, that moment in the hallway, my control slipping, him noticing.My jaw tightens slightly. That cannot happen again.“Try not to get crushed today,” a voice whispers from behind me. A few players laugh. I don’t respond. They are not wrong. This stage is different, less testing, more pressure. They are not looking for potential anymore; they want dominance.I finish lacing my sk
Lucian POVThis was a mistake. Not the tryout, not the lie, but him. I should have left the moment he called my name. I should have walked faster, ignored him, and disappeared like I always do. But I stayed.“You don’t smell like a Beta.” The words hang between us, sharp and unavoidable.I don’t answer because anything I say will only make it worse. Silence feels safer, and I don’t know how much he already knows. Orion doesn’t move away. That’s the first problem. Most people would. Most would step back, give space, pretend this isn’t happening. But he doesn’t. He stays exactly where he is, close enough that I can feel his heat and his steady, controlled presence pressing into my space as if it belongs there. Like I belong there.No. I push that thought down immediately. Wrong. Everything about this is wrong.“You’re quiet,” he says, his voice calm, as if this isn’t a confrontation, as if he already understands.“I don’t have anything to say,” I reply.“Everyone has something to say.”
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