Ice King Finn Novels & Stories

What did he mean by calling my father the Alpha King? “Please just call me Alpha Rick, I am not Alpha King yet, all the Alphas including me want to meet you, Alpha Atlas, the new Alpha of Blood Storm pack in person, but I guess I am the only one who is lucky enough to be invited to the north, our meeting mean a lots for us and for both south and north.”

It was a tight squeeze trying to get around each other. Finn sniffs me. “You found her?” “You knew?” My brows reached my hairline surprised he had already known Lyric was on board. He taps his nose giving me a cheeky grin, “A bear's nose is a hundred times better than a wolf's.” I roll my eyes at the pale giant, so similar yet so different to his brother. They could be twins, they pretty much are quasi-twins, one fair one dark. Whereas King is a grumpy son of a bitch, Finn comes across as easygoing. Much more pleasant to be around.

"That 'Protective King' thing. You don't even know him. He’s maintenance, Alan. He’s not part of our world. People are already talking about how you stood there naked, practically claiming the kid in front of the whole team." "Let them talk," I spat. "I don't give a fuck." "You should," John replied, his voice getting deeper. “The NHL scouts don't just look at your stats. They look at your head. And right now? Your head is chasing a boy who looks like he would break if you breathed on him too hard. Stay away from him. He’s off. There’s something... wrong with that one." I didn't let him finish. I stepped forward, my chest hit his with a loud thud of muscle against muscle.

Grandma shrugged as though this was an easy decision. Officially, becoming the Alpha meant that Kai and I would never leave. I was still secretly holding onto the hope that we would be able to return to our old town. I knew it was impossible, but I was secretly dreaming of one day capturing the title of ice-skating world champion. There would be no way I would ever be able to go back. That I already knew, but the hope was still there. I asked them to give me the night to think about it, and assured them that I would have all the answers for them in the morning.

He wasn’t used to rejection that wasn’t fueled by fear or strategy. This one had been… clean. And somehow, that made him want her more. He hated that. On the ice, he could dominate. He could control outcomes, crush opponents, bend narratives to his will. But Sheila Feint? She was untouched territory. And for the first time in a long time, the Ice King was losing control of the game.

The alliance with the Iron-Keepers brought a new, metallic clatter to the Sovereign Valley. The smell of woodsmoke was joined by the acrid tang of hot brass and lubricating oil. As Julian had promised, the connection between the superconducting ice rink and the steam-crawlers created a stable energy loop, but the peace it provided was short-lived.

The raw vulnerability in his voice cracked Soren wide open. This was JR Draven, the fierce, unyielding man who had once hated him, battled him publicly, then claimed him so completely the entire NHL still called them Ice Husbands with awe. Hearing uncertainty from him hurt worse than any check into the boards. Soren kissed him. JR responded with that signature intensity, hands sliding under Soren’s shirt, gripping his waist as if anchoring him in place.

Jade had gone quiet, her face a mix of worry and confusion as she scanned the rink, muttering something to Leo and Natalie. Well, that was that. I sighed, standing up. My guilt faded, replaced with a hollow sense of vindication. So much for stealing his position—*his fucking position.* But just as I turned toward the exit, he slid back onto the rink, cutting through the ice like a wrecking ball. I froze mid-step, blinking. It was so smooth I had to double-check to see if it wasn’t someone else. But no, it was him—Myles—gliding around his team with a swagger that was impossible to ignore.

[ Scarlett POV ] There is a specific kind of silence that settles over a room full of athletes when they've collectively decided to wait for you to fail. I'd grown up inside that silence. I'd learned to skate in it, learned to read the ice through it, learned to locate exactly where it lived in my body, just below my shoulder blades, a tightening that I breathed through until it became nothing, just air, just background. I'd been doing it since I was the only girl at my first hockey camp at age nine and every boy in my group had looked at me with that same particular expression: patient, almost kind, absolutely certain.

I asked. "Not much, I'm afraid. Infact I think..... arrhhgggghhh!" He screeched in pain as a guy who literally fell from the broken skylight above us landed on his spine, instantly paralyzing him. The stood on top of his twitching body, staring at us with disdain. He was barely wearing any clothes. Just a pair of jeans and no shirt at all. "Who are you?! Who do you work for?!" I demanded from him, "You do know this is high treason right?!" He didn't answer for a while and then smirked a little bit. He was extremely intimidating, it almost felt like I was staring at the devil himself... "My name is Lucas, your new Alpha" ***