Todos los capítulos de Frozen Knot: Rivals Claim: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

Chapter One: The HitThe puck slammed into the boards with a crack that echoed through the arena like gunfire. The impact shuddered up Jax Harlan’s spine, but he didn’t flinch. He never did. That was the job. Be the wall. Take the hits, give them back harder, and make damn sure the other team remembered your name the next time they thought about skating too close to your goalie.Tonight it was the Ice Wolves.Their captain Ronan Kane had been in Jax’s space since warm-ups. The guy skated like he owned the ice, all controlled power and cold precision, movements economical and lethal. During face-offs, Jax caught Kane watching him from across the red line, dark eyes sweeping his line like he was sizing up prey.Rivalry bullshit, Jax told himself. Nothing more.He crouched for the next draw, stick down, skates biting into the ice. The ref dropped the puck and chaos exploded. Jax surged forward, shoulder-checking one of Kane’s wingers clean out of the play. The crowd roared—home ice advan

Chapter Three: AftershocksRonan didn’t go back to the bench.When the whistle blew, he skated straight for the tunnel, ignoring the assistant coach shouting his name and the ref waving him toward the penalty box like two minutes mattered worth a damn. The crowd buzzed behind him cheers and boos bleeding together but it all sounded distant, smothered beneath the roar in his head.That scent.It clung to his jersey, his gloves, the padding inside his helmet like it had been burned there. Sweet and sharp. Dangerous. He could still taste it on the back of his tongue honey over cedar, threaded with something raw and green, like fresh-cut grass after a storm.Omega.Late bloomer.Jax fucking Harlan.Ronan ripped off his helmet and slammed it into the concrete wall. The clang echoed down the tunnel. A couple of equipment guys flinched. Nobody said a word.Smart.He braced one forearm against the cool block wall and dropped his forehead onto it, breathing through his mouth like that would he

Chapter Five: Night ShiftJax didn’t sleep.He tried. Curled on the couch beneath a thin throw, lights off, TV muted on some late-night sports recap he wasn’t watching. The screen washed the ceiling in flickering blue. Every few minutes the cramps eased just enough to let him think maybe it was breaking then rolled back in stronger, like a tide that refused to recede.By 3:30 a.m., the blanket lay kicked on the floor. Too hot. Too scratchy. Too much. He peeled off the hoodie and lay there in sweats, skin feverish and damp. The apartment air felt thick, stale. He cracked a window, but the city noise distant sirens, a lone car horn only made the silence inside louder.His phone stayed dark after that one text to Kane.Good.Let the asshole stew. Jax didn’t need pity checks from the guy whose hit had triggered this mess.Except the mess wasn’t going anywhere.Another wave hit around four. This one wasn’t a warning flutter. It started deep, like a muscle locking hard, then spread hot, ins