All Chapters of ICE- The Alpha’s Unwanted OMEGA: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Sit."Ethan didn't even look up from the coffee table. His voice was a low, jagged rasp that carried the weight of an Alpha’s command."Fine," I muttered, dropping onto the leather sofa opposite him.A laptop sat between us, the screen angled directly toward me. My heart did a slow, sickening roll as I realized what I was looking at: grainy, high-definition surveillance footage. It was the master bedroom. The footage showed the massive, fur-draped bed where I had spent the last three months sleeping beside a ghost.My blood turned to molten lead. I lunged to my feet, pointing a shaking finger at the screen. "You... you predator! You put a camera in the bedroom? In my private space?"I was vibrating with a mix of fury and pure, unadulterated shame. For ninety days, I had shared that room with a man in a vegetative state. I hadn't seen him as a man then—just a broken body I was tasked to protect. People do things in private they’d never do in the light of the pack. The thought that eve

Chloe Bennett watched the wreckage of the conversation with a predatory gleam in her eyes, eager to pour gasoline on the Alpha’s smoldering rage.“Before he was traded to Silvercrest, Collins was courting your nephew, Mason,” she purred, leaning over the mahogany desk. “Everyone has a history, Ethan, but the little omega crawled into Mason’s bed after he was bonded to you. He’s made a mockery of your mark. I bet they planned the whole thing while you were in that coma, just waiting for your heart to stop.”Ethan’s knuckles turned white, his face carving into a mask of pure, glacial fury. His amber eyes, normally sharp as a hawk’s, were fixated on the medical file like it was a death warrant.“I suspect they’re hunting your inheritance,” Chloe continued, her voice a sharp stiletto. “When the healers issued the terminal notice, we all thought the Carter line was ending with you. If he carried Mason’s pup, the entire Silvercrest estate would fall right into their treacherous hands. It wa

I stood in the hidden vault of Parker Athletics, the silence of the room pressing against my eardrums. Brandon’s words echoed in my mind—one billion credits to sell our soul, or a locked safe that held our only hope.“Collins, if we can’t keep the rink and the tech alive, we have to let it go,” Brandon said, pushing his glasses up his nose. His eyes were bright with a desperate, greedy ambition. “We sell the system to Jun Hertz under the table, split the credits, and we’re set for life. If we don’t go through with the bankruptcy, that billion won’t stay in our pockets; it’ll go to the creditors.”I looked at his face and felt a cold shiver of alarm. He wasn’t looking to save my father's dream; he was looking for a golden parachute.“...I don’t have the code,” I said, shaking my head. “Dad didn’t give me the sequence before he passed.”I wasn't lying. Andrew Parker hadn't whispered any corporate secrets on his deathbed. There were too many pack-elders in the room anyway; if he’d said i

The wealthy have a scent for authenticity, and right now, the pack was howling. It was their first time seeing a "lowly" Parker wear high-end gear with such absolute defiance.“Do you even have an invite, Collins? Or did you sneak in through the kitchen vents?” Charlotte Whitmore’s voice was a shrill whistle.I met her gaze with a glacial stare. “I got in on my own merit. Something you wouldn’t understand.”That shut them up for a second, but their eyes immediately dropped to my feet. I was wearing a pair of rare, midnight-black skates—the kind with the carbon-fiber blades and custom leather. They were the limited edition "Valerian Frost" line.“Did you find yourself a sugar-daddy, Parker?” one of the Alphas sneered.They weren't stupid. They knew the suit and the gear I was rocking were worth more than three hundred thousand credits. Total market value for a bankrupt heir.“That’s right,” I said, leaning into the mockery. “How else would a stray like me get into a gala filled with pu

The Enforcer’s frustration had reached a boiling point. He gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned under his claws.After a long stretch of icy silence, I finally spoke up. "Why do you keep saying he loves me? Why can't I feel it?""He took you to his bed, didn't he?" the Enforcer spat through gritted teeth. "In our world, if an Alpha claims you like that, what else do you call it?""That’s your only metric?" I countered."He made me track the scents in that forest last night the second you went missing. He tore the city apart looking for you. Does that prove he cares, or are you just going to keep biting him?"I pulled back, stunned. I hadn't expected Ethan to send a search party the moment I vanished from the Regency."And how did I repay him, exactly?" I asked.I didn't dare feel touched yet. Judging by the Enforcer's snarling tone, the fallout was going to be ugly."You told those kidnappers that you were at the Grand Hall with Mason. You told them you two were 'spe