Ice Age 2: The Meltdown Credits Novels & Stories

Gosh, our mate is hot, my wolf Axel growled in my head as soon as Maya stepped onto the ice in her new uniform. I couldn’t even argue. She looked strong and quick, her dark hair tucked under her helmet, eyes sharp and focused. Don’t just stare, Axel pushed. Go claim her. “Not now,” I muttered under my breath. Coward, he snapped, then went silent, shutting me out. I exhaled, jaw tight. He wasn’t wrong. Our mate was right there, gliding across the ice like she owned it, and I was still tangled up with Lia. I’d promised her… and I didn’t even know why I’d let it get this far.

" I froze where I stood, the blood in my veins turning to ice. Then, Caden’s voice broke the silence, sounding hoarse and drained, yet with a clarity that was chilling. "Okay." A single word. That solitary response was enough to pierce my heart like a blade of frost. Nevertheless, it pierced straight through my heart like a blade of ice. I stood there completely numb. So this was the truth. The solidarity Caden had displayed earlier, and my own proud defense of my status as his wife were nothing more than illusions. He wasn't protecting our relationship. He was negotiating a transaction by using money to purchase my peace.

Silence crashed through the hall. My breathing turned ragged and my vision blurred red. Even Serena stumbled backward. Then Aiden slowly pushed himself off the wall. His dark eyes locked onto mine and he smiled wider. Like he finally found something interesting. My wolf snarled. For the first time in my life, I wanted to destroy someone. And his name was Aiden Cross. I left without looking at anyone. I knew my father would be angry with me because of it but right now I didn't care. I couldn't tolerate seeing that jerk’s face anymore.

He was trembling so hard I could hear his teeth chattering. "Look at me," I commanded softly. It took a long time. Seconds ticked by, counted by the thumping bass of the rap song that was finally fading out. Slowly, painfully, he lifted his chin. Those winter-forest eyes met mine, wide and swimming with a panic that went much deeper than a few hockey players being assholes. He looked at my face, searching for something—meanness, mockery, a hidden trap. He didn't find it. "I’m not Miller," I said, my voice dropping low, losing its edge. I reached out, stopping my hand just inches from his shoulder when I saw him tense up again.