Red Ice Detroit: Become Human Novels & Stories

"The only thing I want from that man is a reckoning." By now, the six of them were completely stripped, standing as a raw display of athletic dominance in the steaming heat of the locker room. Adrian joked that if the hockey career folded, they could probably make a fortune on a private feed, and looking around at the sheer amount of prime muscle in the room, he wasn't wrong. "Don't worry," Rafael said, his voice carrying the effortless authority of a true Alpha. "You saw him. He’s fascinated by the danger. We’ll all get our turn to show him exactly what he’s dealing with."

The drive through Manhattan was a journey through a frozen graveyard. Bodies everywhere. In cars. On sidewalks. Slumped in doorways. Some had tried to flee. Others had simply frozen where they stood. A mother and child holding hands, forever preserved in ice. A man who'd collapsed mid-stride. An entire group huddled together for warmth that never came. "Don't look," Daniel said, but Maya couldn't stop looking. This was what she'd tried to prevent. This was what her warnings, her arrests, her sacrifice had failed to stop. Seven billion dead. And she'd saved forty-two.

As it swung open, everyone froze in shock. "Bring her out!" Ean barked. One guard hesitated. "Mr. Smith, the freezer... It seems to have turned on." Ean's expression twisted in anger. "What do you mean turned on? Are you trying to shirk responsibility?" He stepped forward, the cold air hitting him like a physical blow, sending chills down everyone's spine. His face went pale. "Madeline, don't think that this will make me forgive you. Get out here!"

I bounced on the bed and slept off. ***The next day*** I woke up eager to go torture the man so I could wake up from my nightmare. I rushed to Marco's room and knocked. "Come in." I went in and he handed his iPad to me. His name is Dennis,he's part of the families and he has a wife and a son who is still in high school. I sent all of the information to my phone. "I'll get you your gold and cash sir." I said with confidence and went into the car. I didn't even bother to eat breakfast.

Then the blonde could have him back. “I heard you weren’t interested in my buddy.” A growl built in the back of her throat at yet another interruption, but some tenuous hold on her human side made her restrain the noise. Still, her only thought was that she couldn’t lose sight of her prey. She didn’t even glance at the new speaker. All her senses were locked on the man at the table in front of her. “Maybe I’m more your type.” She fought back another irritated growl, but this time she did turn to the man standing very close to her.

Everything I had I built myself, worked twice as hard as anyone on this ice, double shifts on top of school, loans I was still paying off, telling myself for years it would all be worth it eventually, even some nights I still wasn't sure it would be. And I was not gonna watch some twenty-one year old with a pretty face throw it away because showing up on time felt like luxury to him. "Can we talk after practice?" His voice dropped, quieter, less of an attitude in it now, sounding almost like the guy from the police station bench last night instead of the one who'd been smirking at me across this same ice yesterday. "There's nothing to talk about. You're off this ice today." "Beckett—" "Coach

Roxy I watch in awe as he shifts back to his human form, no signs of distress on his face from the pain and agony it takes to shift from one form to the next. The man is incredible and I can see why he is also the best man on the ice and in the NHL right now. He is a wonder.

"Son, you need to agree with us that since you installed this Mendes branch here in New York, you have been practically inaccessible to us. Links are scarce and messages are almost monosyllabic. I think you were avoiding your own family. '' "You're exaggerating, Dad. I would never avoid my family" At least not completely, I completed the thought. I tried to keep a certain distance, I had to admit. "That's no longer the case. You now know you have a beautiful niece and I'm sure you'll love her as much as all of us. '' Hearing Mom's words, I remembered the strange feeling I had when I looked at the little girl in Viviane's arms. Was frightened by the wave of feelings that invaded me when I saw

“Stop looking for a reason to ruin this, man. Just let it be good.” “I’m not trying to ruin it.” “Then tell your face that.” The whistle blew again, sharp and loud. Eli skated off to join the next line. I stayed put for a second, staring at the scuff marks on the ice. He wasn’t entirely wrong, and that just annoyed me more. I knew how to handle hockey. I knew how to handle campus politics and scouts. I had no idea how to handle being in a normal relationship. Later that night, I was standing in my kitchen drinking a glass of water when my phone rang. The screen lit up on the counter. It was my mom.

“Just your brain being stupid.” But the feelings from the dream wouldn’t leave. The way his lips felt. The way he said my name. It scared me more than any big hit on the ice. I couldn’t like Toby that way. I was Alan Voss. Hockey captain. Going to the NHL. Guys like me didn’t have dreams about other guys. I needed to prove it. To myself and to everyone. The next morning I texted Sarah, one of the girls who had been asking me out for months.