All Chapters of ICE- The Alpha’s Unwanted OMEGA: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I set my thermal mug down and muttered a sharp, "Forget it." I had no appetite for spectacles or public gatherings, and I certainly didn't mark the day of my birth with celebrations."But Collins already went through the trouble of scenting out a tribute for you," Tyler said, dangling the lure in front of me. "How is he supposed to present it if you lock yourself in the manor? Just so you know, what he made for you isn't something you can just buy at a pro shop."I tried to keep my expression like a sheet of smooth ice, but my pulse spiked under my skin."He wove a heavy wool sweater for you! The pup was at the loom day and night just to ensure it was finished before the moon turned on your birthday," Tyler continued, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't you want to see the craftsmanship for yourself? I don't think any wolf has ever spent that much time weaving for you with their own claws."I generally avoided knitwear; the layers were restrictive and a nuisance during a hunt. The ide

I cleared the last of the protein from my tray and navigated my chair toward the edge of the furs. Collins was deep in a trance of exhaustion, his face softened by sleep. I couldn’t resist reaching out, my thumb tracing the line of his jaw as he slumbered.By the time Collins emerged from his heavy sleep, the moon was high above the Kingdom of Valeria. He jolted upright, his eyes landing on me. I was still anchored in my chair, watching him through the shadows.Collins’ scent spiked with a mix of heat and embarrassment. He took a stabilizing breath. "Don't... don't tell me you’ve just been sitting there observing me the entire time?"I felt a rare warmth creep into my own neck. Shifting the focus, I replied, "Are you famished? It’s nineteen hundred hours. I told the pack to continue the feast without us, but we should find something substantial."Collins agreed, retreating to the washroom to splash cold water on his face. Outside the Silvercrest manor, the night air had turned brutal.

I was terrified he was about to rip into Denise.I surged to the Enforcer’s side, throwing my weight against his arm to anchor him."Stay your hand! She’s just lost her pup. It’s only natural that her spirit is fractured and wild.""Ha… I see you haven't been cast out of the Silvercrest den yet! You’re quite the prodigy at enchanting Alphas, aren't you, Collins?" Denise spat, her voice dripping with venom.The Enforcer’s muscles bunched, his hand twitching as if he were ready to claw the insults right out of her throat.I blocked his path again, my voice firm. "Return to the driver's seat. I’ll settle this with a final word."The Enforcer shot a lethal, predatory glare at Denise—a silent warning that if she breathed too heavily on me, she wouldn't see the next moon. Denise felt the icy shiver of a low-ranking wolf facing an Apex, but she forced herself to stand tall. Now that Savannah was gone, she had to endure. It was the only way she could ever hope to avenge her daughter’s blood.

Cradling my acoustic guitar against my chest, I took my place on the weathered wooden stool situated at the heart of the rink-side stage.As I reached out to tilt the microphone stand toward me, the overhead arena lights flickered into darkness, leaving me bathed in the silver glow of a single, piercing spotlight. The hollow, melodic ring of my first guitar strum began to vibrate through the cavernous hockey hall, followed closely by my own voice. I didn't let my eyes scan the bleachers for any specific face, yet I could feel a heavy, predatory pair of eyes tracking my every breath with absolute focus.I let my eyelids flutter shut, sinking deep into the rhythm of the performance.Moments later, the stage rigging hummed to life, and a sudden, shimmering cascade of crystalline ice-petals began to drift from the rafters like a freak indoor blizzard. The crowd erupted into a chaotic, thunderous howl of approval. I opened my eyes, my lashes dusted with the faux frost. My expression was on

I sat back, watching the flicker of the hearth as he commanded the kitchen.Ethan carried an aura of absolute mastery regardless of the task. When I finally cut into the steak he prepared that evening, I couldn't stop the praise from bubbling up. "This is superior to any five-star lodge in the Kingdom.""Perhaps you haven't scouted enough high-end territory," he countered."Can’t you just accept a tribute when it’s offered?""Fine. I suppose my instincts for the flame are quite sharp."I burst into a genuine laugh. "I’m not fond of broccoli," I said, sliding the greens from my plate onto his, while simultaneously pilfering the cherry tomato from his side."Don't be a picky pup, Collins," Ethan said with mock sternness, even as he chewed the greens I’d discarded."I’m not! I just have an aversion to anything steamed."We took a slow trek through the snow after the feast, then retreated to the Great Room to watch the satellite broadcasts. I let my head rest on Ethan’s shoulder, drifting