Todos os capítulos de Skating on Thin Ice : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The first thing you should know about me is that I have spent seventeen years as the world's least impressive consolation prize. My brother Lucien arrived first, screaming like he was already giving orders. The full moon was out. The elders felt his wolf before he even took his first breath. Golden eyes. Perfect lungs. Future alpha material. Then I showed up. The room went quiet. Silver white hair. Pale eyes. Skin so light I looked like I had been assembled in the dark. Some elder whispered "cursed," which was rude, but also fair. I have never shifted. Not once. No claws, no fangs, no wolf. Just me and my spectacular inability to meet expectations. Moonfang Pack has two alpha twins. Correction. Moonfang Pack has an alpha twin and whatever defective thing came attached to him. *** Moonfang Manor is exactly as miserable as it sounds. Everything is expensive wood and polished stone, but somehow it is freezing year round. The walls have heard every whispered insult about me

I lingered in front of the mirror longer than I should have. The reflection staring back at me felt wrong. My black hair replaced the usual silver. Lucien's face looked back instead of my own. It was like a life not meant for me was staring through the glass. I adjusted the collar of my Northcrest Academy uniform again, even though it sat perfectly. Tiny control. That was all I had left. From the hallway, Dominic's voice cut through. "Time." One word. Always so final. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Dominic's gaze was steady, emotionless. "You understand what is at stake." I nodded. "The pack." "And the championship." "Same to you." That earned me a brief, unreadable look. I turned away before the silence could stretch. Waiting for Dominic's approval only made things worse. *** The drive to Northcrest Academy was peaceful. Quiet. I watched the world outside the window move past too quickly, like it did not care who I was trying to be today. Lucien's li

I stood frozen in the dim concrete hallway, my back pressed against the cold wall like it could somehow save me. The silence pressed down, thick and heavy. My pulse hammered so fiercely I could feel it in my teeth. Every part of me screamed to run, but my legs refused to move. Roland did not rush. He never did. He moved as if he owned the entire arena, as if the shadows themselves bent for him. When he finally stopped, he was close enough that I could smell pine, frozen lake water, and that deeper scent beneath. Wild. Ancient. Terrifyingly good. "You are a terrible liar," Roland said. I swallowed hard. "I do not know what you are talking about." Roland's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk. He studied my face the way a wolf watches a rabbit that suddenly looks interesting. His gloved hand rose, tilting my chin with one finger. Our eyes locked. "The pack thinks you are Lucien," Roland whispered. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, slow and deliberate. "Your father must

The office felt like an actual freezer. I sat rigidly in the heavy leather chair, trying my hardest not to shiver. The sponsors standing in front of us looked like they wanted to wring our necks. They wore expensive suits that smelled like sharp cologne and pure anger. "Three months," the lead sponsor barked, his voice firm and completely empty of sympathy. "You two need to work together as a couple. Lovers. Until the European Championships are over. If there is one single fight, or one more leaked video of you two trying to kill each other in the locker room, you are both off the team. No exceptions." My stomach clenched painfully, twisting into a knot. I glanced sideways at Roland, secretly hoping he would argue. He was the great Alpha. Untouchable. Proud. The arrogant captain of the rival Northfang Pack. Surely someone with his pride would not agree to this humiliating fake romance. But Roland just leaned back against the wood paneled wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, w

Jeffery’s POV I cracked my eyes open to the smell of something burning. My neck was killing me from crashing on Roland's stupid couch all night. The penthouse was still dim, early morning light sneaking through those huge windows. I sat up slow, rubbing my face, and that's when I heard clanging from the kitchen. Roland. He was in there, looking totally lost, flipping stuff in a pan like it was gonna fight back. Shirtless, sweats hanging low, hair all messy. I almost laughed right away but held it in. "What the hell are you doing?" I called out, standing up and stretching. He glanced over, spatula in hand. "Breakfast. Told you I'd cook, didn't I?" I walked over, leaning on the counter to watch the disaster. Toast was black in the toaster, smoke curling up. He cursed softly and yanked it out, dropping pieces on a plate. Coffee? Yeah, that spilled everywhere when he tried pouring it. The mug slipped, brown liquid splashing on the floor. The dude looked so out of place, like a bi