All Chapters of Ice And Blood: The Coach's Secret Omega : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AsaThe loud music is causing me a painful headache. The boys are happy today, celebrating, and with good reason—after all, we just qualified for the conference league after beating Lakeview 5-3. But it was a narrow escape, if you ask me. Still, as captain, I can't miss this victory party.So I get up and head to the bathroom to get away from the loud noise. I reach the bathroom and close the door after making sure I'm alone. I choke down two blue pills, and the copper taste of them almost makes me puke.The soft knock at the door makes panic flare for a second, and I quickly put away the pills before turning toward the door. Toby, the team's equipment manager, comes in looking like he wants to be anywhere but here. Well, that's Toby for you. He flops next to me on the sink with that cute scowl on his face. But he would kill me if he ever heard me say that.He might be an Omega, but he's not afraid of telling an Alpha to shove it where the sun doesn't shine."Your idiot friends are at

AsaThe only thought going through my mind as I stand in front of the heavy mahogany desk Kirill is sitting behind is how to get away with his incoming murder. He seems completely immersed in the stack of papers in front of him.He hasn't looked up once in the five minutes I've been in here. But I'm kinda glad he is the terrible person I thought he was. It just makes the thought of killing him satisfying."You skated me into the dirt today." I break the silence, since it apparently looks like he has no intention of talking soon.Kirill finally raises his eyes. He looks at me like I'm another one of the pieces of paper in front of him. Not deserving of his time."Vance outperformed you on the blue line. Rylan's puck handling was almost flawless. That is what a first-line team should play like. But you. You barely survived, and you call yourself captain of this team. Did you get onto this team because of your father's last name?"Okay, forget about planning his murder or getting away wi

Asa I stare at the glowing screen of my phone, dumbfounded, my heart hammering against my ribs. This can only be... I draw a long breath, my thumb hovering over the glass. How the fuck did he get my number? This number is private and encrypted. Only Toby in the entire uni has it. And I can bet on everything he wouldn't give anyone even if tortured. Ignore the text and try focusing on what the professor is saying about marketing strategies, but nothing seems to be getting in. Five minutes later, another text chimes. Your parents didn't teach you it's rude to ignore your elders, Grey. Well, I block him, because where the fuck does he get the audacity? An elder, really? Does an elder do what he did? I turn off the phone and drop it into my bag. The lecture is boring, but I try my best to finish so I can head home. The ride back home is tiring. I drive two hours straight without stopping, so when the Grey mansion finally comes into view, it feels like a crushing weight has b

Kirill The sound of my own skull cracking isn't that loud. Instead, it's a dull, heavy thud that rattles through my jaw and brings chaos into my mind. Sloppy. That is my first conscious thought as my knees buckle and the hardwood floor rushes up to meet me. The angle of the strike is off by a few degrees. A trained professional would have turned my brain into mush. As I hit the floor hard, a metallic taste flooding my mouth and blood trickling down my temple, I can't help but smile. God, he is so damn cute. Okay, maybe Ilya was right. Maybe I am losing my mind. He has been telling me for weeks—ever since I put a hold on the plan. That I've lost focus. That I'm circling the boy instead of hunting him. I told him he was being dramatic. I told him everything was proceeding exactly as planned. But that sounded ridiculous even to me. I knew I was lying, and so did he. The truth is, I haven't been able to stop thinking about Asa Grey since the moment I first smelled him in th

Asa Hospitals have never really been my thing. I don't know whether it's the clinical, sterile smell or the buzzing fluorescent lights, but migraines always seem to come with them. I gulp down a mouthful of lukewarm water before tossing the plastic bottle into the trash. My throat still aches with a deep, bruised burn, a constant physical reminder of the heavy hand that pinned me to a mattress just hours ago. I haven't even had time to process the fact that I willingly let him touch me. "The doctor said he might never walk again, if he even wakes up," Toby says, his quiet voice cutting through the steady beep of the machines as we walk alongside each other down the intensive care corridor. I snap out of my head, my brow furrowing. "And where the fuck were you? I've been trying to reach you since last night." My face heats instantly when the memory of Kirill's heavy body, his slick fingers, and the terrifying, mind-blowing touch of his tongue flashes behind my eyes. I aggress