Chapter 1

The scent of chlorine and desperation clung to Elara like a second skin. It was better than the stench of stale blood and fear that defined the last three years of her life in the underground circuit, but not by much.She stood at the edge of the cavernous indoor rink, the cold air hitting her like a slap. Above her, the gothic spires of Crestwood Academy—a prep school that doubled as the Alpha Council’s highly secure training ground—loomed like a stone curse.Elara was not supposed to be here. She was Street Kid stock, a stain on the polished floor of privilege. Her presence was a contract: trade three years of forced, profitable violence in the Fighting Ring for one year of controlled violence on the ice. The Council was desperate to win the secret inter-Pack league, and they needed her Berserker Bloodline as their secret weapon.Don’t shift. Don’t lose control. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. The mantra was stale, but effective.“You’re late, Feral.”The voice was like grit in

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Chapter 2

Kael didn’t run. He didn't have the luxury. He vanished down the player's tunnel with Rhys flanking him, leaving Elara alone, shivering in the center of the rink. The lingering static of the bond felt like an open wound, drawing the attention of the shifters remaining on the ice.The twins, Jax and Cole, skated toward her, their expressions a study in contrast. Jax looked wary, bordering on hostile. Cole, however, looked confused, rubbing the back of his neck as if he’d felt the residual shock of the bond."What in the hell was that, Feral?" Jax demanded, his voice low. "That was not a check. That was… an event.""Accident," Elara clipped out, forcing her face into a mask of cold indifference. She bent to retrieve her stick, her hands shaking. "I'm still adjusting to the speed.""No, I mean the smell," Cole interjected softly, glancing nervously toward the empty Alpha box. "It was like… a thunderstorm broke out in here."Elara met his gaze. It was clear that the scent of the fated bon

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Chapter 3

The mark on Elara’s shoulder burned like a brand. It wasn't the pain that worried her—she was numb to pain—but the scent. The fresh blood, mixed with the intense, possessive pheromones from Kael's bite, was a screaming headline in the silent language of shifters."It will fade by dawn, won't it?" she asked, her voice tight, standing on the perimeter of the group.Rhys was already rummaging through a small medical kit he kept hidden beneath a hollowed-out log. "Not fast enough for Darius’s morning inspection," he stated, referring to the corrupt Alpha Council leader. "A claiming bite, even an accidental one, takes hours to disappear completely. It screams 'Fated Bond' to any true Alpha."Kael looked away, his jaw working. "It wasn't accidental. It was necessary. I needed to shock the system and anchor the power, immediately.""And you decided the best route was a declaration of ownership?" Elara challenged, feeling the rising heat of the Berserker’s temper.Before the tension could exp

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Chapter 4

Elara did not hesitate for long. The Berserker blood demanded action, and the newly established anchor demanded loyalty. The Alpha's keys lay heavy in Kael's abandoned hand, representing the pact—the records, the truth, the Rebellion. But the sharp, terrified whimper of Jax, quickly followed by the distinct, frantic scent of Kael's distress, overruled logic.Chaos is not always a choice, her wolf snarled. Sometimes, it is necessary.She ignored the keys and sprinted down the hallway, her sneakers silent on the polished stone floor. Kael's scent, now laced with primal fear, was a blazing trail.She found them in a storage annex behind the library. Jax was pinned against a column by two of Alpha Darius's personal enforcers, his face bruised. Kael was fighting Darius himself, but the Alpha was older, heavier, and possessed a political power that translated into brute strength. Darius had Kael locked in a chokehold, his face already darkening."I knew you were a traitor, Kael," Darius sna

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Chapter 5

The roar of the crowd was instantly silenced, replaced by a collective, horrified gasp. The two massive wolves—one gray, one shimmering black with dangerous, chaotic silver edges—slammed together mid-ice, a vortex of fur, muscle, and raw, unrestrained shifter power. This was not a fight; it was a desperate, primal fusion.Kael's decision to shift and embrace her, rather than fight her, was the ultimate act of Sacrifice. He hadn't just saved her from the Berserker’s consuming chaos; he had publicly declared their Forbidden Bond to the entire world.The second their fur touched, the Berserker’s destructive shift was arrested. Elara felt the black fire retract, sucked back into her core, stabilized by the overwhelming anchor of Kael's dominant, but loyal, Alpha-force. The bond solidified, moving from a fragile connection to a steel cable of absolute necessity.Elara's vision cleared just as a team of armed security shifters, mobilized by Alpha Darius, swarmed the ice.They shifted back a

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All Chapters of Feral on the Ice: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5