All Chapters of Breaking the Ice with My Fake Boyfriend : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Dr. Cross (POV).The scent of a True Alpha is something a human might mistake for expensive woodsmoke, rain-drenched cedar, and clean, cold winter air. But to a latent shifter like me, it was a physical blow to the sternum. It was a chemical command, a heavy, invisible weight that flooded my senses the exact second I swiped my new electronic medical badge and stepped into the underground hydrotherapy suite of the TD Garden.The arena above was completely empty now. The lights had been dimmed, the roar of twenty thousand Boston Frost Giants fans reduced to a ghostly echo in the concrete rafters. The team had just dismantled their division rivals in a game that felt less like professional hockey and more like a sanctioned pack war. And at the center of that war, as always, had been Kaelen Vane.The Apex.He didn’t just play the game; he ruled it. He was a six-foot-five mountain of pure, concentrated muscle, a genetic anomaly of a True Alpha whose on-ice violence was legendary. He was th

The biological lock of an Alpha’s knot is a primal, inescapable reminder of who rules the room.For twenty agonizing, intoxicating minutes, I remained pinned against the cool tiled wall of the hydrotherapy suite, my thighs securely hooked around Kaelen’s massive waist while his body held us fused together. Every time I tried to shift, a low, warning rumble would vibrate deep within his chest, and his large hands would tighten on my hips, anchoring me right back down onto his thick, throbbing length. His seed was a heavy, branding warmth deep inside my womb, a chemical signature that my inner wolf was greedily absorbing, practically purring after a lifetime of dormancy.When the knot finally subsided, sliding out of my stretched body with a soft, wet sound, I felt a sudden, devastating sense of loss. A quiet whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it.Kaelen caught the sound. A smug, deeply satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he lowered my feet to the wet rubber flo

The rhythm Kaelen established on that polished oak table was entirely uncivilized.Every time his heavy pelvis slammed against mine, the mahogany surface creaked under our combined weight. I was completely pinned beneath him, the heavy midnight-blue silk of my ruined gown pushed down around my waist, while the delicate, crotchless lace underneath scraped agonizingly against my highly sensitized clit with every deep, relentless stroke. He was driving into me with a terrifying, rhythmic force, his large hands clamped so tightly around my outer thighs that my legs were forced wide open, completely exposing my soaking, pulsing core to his raw assault."Kaelen... please," I sobbed into the dark room, my fingers clawing at the smooth wood of the boardroom table, desperately seeking any kind of anchor. The contrast between the cold oak on my bare lower back and the blazing, sweat-sheened furnace of his chest pressing down on my bare breasts was driving my inner wolf into a state of absolute

"Captain Vane," I gasped, my hands flat against the rock-hard wall of his chest as he pinned my hips against his. "This is a medical clinic. There are security cameras in the hallway, and the team general manager has a glass office overlooking the lower rink.""The GM is currently at a league compliance lunch, and the cameras in this wing don’t record audio," Kaelen murmured, completely unbothered by my weak attempt at professionalism. His gold eyes flared with a lazy, wicked amusement. "Besides, you’re the doctor. If anyone looks at the monitor, they’ll just think you’re performing a highly aggressive, deeply therapeutic pelvic alignment. It’s all for the team, Harlow. Doctor’s orders.""You are an absolute menace to sports medicine," I whispered, but my body was already completely betraying me.The heat radiating from his massive thighs was melting the last of my resolve. Underneath my tailored black pencil skirt, my core was dripping, a heavy, throbbing ache pulsing through my pel

The Lycan Sports Council was comprised of six ancient, terrifyingly wealthy Alpha shifters who looked like they hadn’t laughed since the late nineteenth century.They were currently clustered around a towering seafood tower at the far end of the VIP mezzanine, picking at oysters with tiny silver forks and looking down at the crowded ballroom floor with the detached arrogance of Roman emperors. Sitting right in the center of the semicircular leather booth was Chairman Sterling—a silver-haired, six-foot-four patriarch whose heavy, ancestral Alpha aura was so thick it practically made the champagne bubbles in my glass freeze solid."Stay close, Harlow," Kaelen murmured, his voice dropping into a low, rumbling frequency that vibrated straight through the silk of my gown. His massive palm shifted on my bare back, his thick fingers splaying wide over my skin to press me directly against his side. "The Chairman has been looking for an excuse to strip my captaincy for three seasons. He thinks