All Chapters of One Mate Was Never Enough : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

POV: Chloe The entire arena shook with noise. Cheers thundered through the massive hockey stadium while bright lights flashed across the ice rink. The air smelled like cold ice, sweat, popcorn, and excitement, blending together into the kind of electric atmosphere that made your pulse race before the game had even truly begun. But none of that held my attention.Only Ethan did...I sat near the front row with Ethan’s jersey drowning my smaller frame, my fingers wrapped tightly around the railing as I watched him glide effortlessly across the ice during warm-ups.God.He looked unfairly good tonight. The black and silver team uniform hugged every inch of his powerful body perfectly, emphasizing the broadness of his shoulders and the thick muscles in his thighs. His dark hair was slightly damp already, falling messily over his forehead while he laughed at something one of his teammates said. Even from here, I could see the sharp confidence in his grin. The crowd loved him. No, obsessed

POV: Tristan Mate...The word exploded inside my head the instant I touched her.Seven years...Seven fucking years...And the moment our skin met, my wolf still recognized her immediately.Mine!Every instinct inside me snapped awake so violently that for one dangerous second, I nearly lost control in front of Ethan. I stared at Chloe’s face, barely recognizing the cold, composed version of myself reflected in her trembling eyes.She came back...After disappearing without a word, after destroying me, shattering my heart. She came back into my territory wearing another man’s scent. Not just any man, my brother’s scent. My wolf went insane.“Rip him apart!Take her back!Mine!” Zain growled within me. The possessiveness slammed into me so hard my chest physically hurt. Yet outwardly, I remained perfectly calm. Years of Alpha training were the only thing stopping me from losing control completely. Ethan was still talking excitedly beside us, unaware that the atmosphere around me had a

POV: ChloeWhen I returned to the dining room, Tristan was already seated. He looked exactly as he had before I left. Composed, unhurried, one hand resting loosely around his wine glass like the last fifteen minutes had been completely unremarkable. Only I knew what was still burning beneath the collar of my dress. Ethan stood the moment he saw me, his eyes moving quickly across my face. "You okay? You look pale.""I'm fine." I slid back into my seat and reached for my water glass. "Sorry."He watched me for a second longer than felt comfortable, then sat back down, his hand finding mine under the table and squeezing once. I let him hold it and stared at my plate and tried very hard not to be aware of Tristan directly across from me."I've spoken to Mrs. Hale." Tristan set his glass down with quiet finality. "The mountain road is already flooding. No one is driving down tonight." Ethan's brow furrowed. "Tris...""It isn't a discussion." His voice was even, almost gentle. The voice

POV: ChloeThe second the door clicked shut, my legs gave out. I collapsed onto the edge of the bed, the mug still clutched in my hands. I stared at nothing while my pulse hammered against my throat, right where his mouth had just been.How could an Alpha lose control like that?Everything I knew about Tristan, what little I'd learned back then and everything Ethan had told me since, painted the same picture. A man of absolute discipline. Ice-cold restraint. A man who never broke.Yet I'd just watched him unravel over a cheap ring and a hickey, his eyes blazing gold, his massive hands trembling against my skin. And the sickest part? The part I couldn't admit to anyone but the empty room? I hadn't wanted him to stop.Every brush of his hard body against mine, every ragged breath against my neck, had ignited something deep inside me, a fire I'd spent seven years trying to starve. Some dirty, traitorous part of me had begged for his mouth to finish what it started.I wanted his teeth. I

POV: ChloeThe email landed on a Tuesday morning, buried in my inbox between a parking ticket and a coffee coupon.Adams Corporation: Riverside Development Initiative, Request for Design Proposal.I almost deleted it. We were a tiny firm. We didn’t get invites to billion-dollar bids, especially not from Adams Corporation—the city's biggest conglomerate, with Tristan’s name stamped at the top.I should have known. I should have felt the trap snapping shut the second I saw his name.Instead, I clicked open.I froze at my desk for ten minutes, staring at the screen. Three lines down, typed in crisp font, was a sentence that turned my blood to ice:Lead Designer: Chloe Wynn, Wynn & Associates.He’d named me specifically. He had no business knowing this internal document even existed, let alone deciding who would run it.My first instinct was to run. Slam the laptop shut, call them, and state that Wynn & Associates wanted absolutely nothing to do with Adams Corp. But then Marcus knocked on