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The joke used to be that I hated hockey. Now my entire life revolves around a rink, a town, and a pack of stubborn, infuriating men who would wreck themselves for me—and for each other. The league loves a miracle story, and the Rinkrats are the miracle of the year. A once-dead team surging toward the championship, a tiny town rallying behind them, a coach’s little sister who just happens to be everywhere at once. What the cameras don’t show is the rest of it. The quiet way my brother stares at the ice like if they lose, it’ll kill him. The contracts on the table that say we can keep...

One outdoor game under string lights. Three Alphas who won’t look away. And a heat that flares beside the bonfire… I’m Puckridge’s vet, which means I sew up barn cats and hand out dog biscuits at the rink. On Lake Day, I drag a concussed rookie off the ice—and my heat tips right there on the shoreline, sparks flying higher than the fire. The hometown firefighter scoops me into his coat. The rookie follows like a sunbeam, desperate to help. The enemy captain stays when he shouldn’t, gloved hand hovering, voice low: “Tell me if you want this.” I do. Meet the trouble: Rowan ...

On my wedding day, I promised myself to a monster so my family doesn’t die. My father calls it a peace agreement. The papers call it a fairytale. But every man in this city knows the truth. I’m the truce. Our two crime families were seconds from open war when they made a bargain: my hand in marriage to the man who owns the arena, the team, and half the guns in this city. As long as his ring is on my finger and I sit in his box at every home game, nobody starts shooting. He never gives me a claim mark. He never lets his scent touch mine. He just makes sure I’m pretty, quiet, and ...

I came in for an inspection. I found three men who won’t let me face my heat alone. I picked Thorne & Mallory Auto because it’s fast, local, and anonymous. Get the oil changed. Get my inspection sticker. Get back to my quiet little life in Puckridge where I don’t owe anyone my scent, my softness, or my secrets. As Solveig Marlowe, an unbonded omega with a calendar full of freelance deadlines and a heat schedule I’ve controlled for years, I’m not supposed to be thrown off by a little snow. Then the storm hits early. Road closures. Whiteout warnings. And my car is already on the ...

The first shot goes off while I’m still taping ankles behind the bench. Ten minutes later, I’m hiding in the home locker room with five armed alphas, gunfire echoing through the concrete, and my heat tearing through every lie I’ve ever told. Everyone at the arena thinks I’m just the bench medic. Little beta, useful hands, no trouble. They don’t know I’m an omega. They don’t know my father runs half the guns in this city. They don’t know tonight’s sold-out rivalry game is also a cover for a cash-and-weapons exchange under the stands. When the lights flicker and the first ...

I was hired to keep their bodies on the ice—not to become a headline. When a blackmailer targets my secret and my first heat hits on the road, three very different Alphas fall in behind my rules. I’m Sloane Hale—omega, assistant athletic trainer for the Harbor City Harriers, and very tired of men thinking biology is policy. A burner account threatens to out me right before playoffs. The league wants me invisible. The press wants a scandal. My body wants… inconvenient things. So I do what I’m good at: I write the Rulebook. Short consent calls. Color codes. My terms. My pace. Sign ...

They wanted a distraction. We built direction. A doctored video. A "routine" inspection. A burner account with teeth. When a donor cell weaponizes gossip to muzzle Wintercrest’s hockey program, Eclipse House answers with strategy: Glass handles access, Ice holds the line, Ink flips the optics—and one scholarship omega decides who gets a say. Photographer Kestrel Noor becomes the pressure point no one expected, guarded by a captain who commands quiet, a goalie who turns fear into ritual, an enforcer who teaches, and an analyst who makes noise behave. As Rush Masquerade looms, their plan ...

This Omega is done running. She’s bringing the heat to the enemy… with her pack. When disgraced CIA encryption engineer Lisa Navarro is pulled back into the shadows, she doesn’t return alone. She’s got a pack—four lethal alphas with different uniforms and the same vow: keep her breathing while she burns a corruption ring to the ground. Washington’s glitter hides rot. First on the list—a D.C. hotel. Then a naval base at midnight. And a Senate office with a door that isn’t on any map. Lisa uses her mind like a blade—decrypting in real time, turning “routine” into cover, ...

Four alphas. One omega. Zero more games. Now we get to choose what comes next… together. They called us a “capability.” We called it a family. After dismantling a corrupt network and defending our home against a siege, I’m done running. We negotiated peace on our terms. We built a Sanctuary. Off‑grid, defended, and ours. Now my pack leads with steady hands and quiet strength: a stoic ex‑Delta captain, a gentle medic, a wicked‑smart recon ghost, and a dry‑witted demolitions-expert-turned-builder who can turn a mountain into a safe house. We make new rules: consent first, ...

I’m not a leash. I’m a woman with a camera and a cause. One more exam. One more exposé. That’s all I planned before graduation. Then the House I’m dismantling answers with threats, and four very different men answer with us. Ares holds the blue line on and off the ice—quiet, unshakeable, mine when I tell him to be. Soren makes stars appear on screens and steadies my pulse with a single word. Merrit carries blankets, bandages, and burdens without asking for credit. And Riven? He reads names into microphones like miracles and makes me brave enough to stand there. Between snow-...

Snowed in. Sabotaged ice. Four men who won’t let her face it alone. When a lab mishap and a blizzard strand chemistry TA Maelle Quill at Wintercrest’s Frostline Arena, she doesn’t expect to uncover tampered safety logs—or to be folded into the Blades’ inner circle by a captain who plans ahead, a trainer with steady hands, a golden-retriever equipment manager, and a quiet goalie who watches the rink like the weather. With Founders’ Cup on the line, a donor-house stunt turns dangerous. Eclipse House politics, press storms, and a campus that likes its secrets force Maelle and her ...

Three men. One bar on the brink. A holiday week that changes everything. Roxy Vale keeps The Penalty Box alive with grit, lists, and late nights. She doesn’t do packs. She does payroll, kegs, and “keeping things running”—until anonymous complaints and a crooked county fixer target her license the week before Christmas. When sabotage hits in the shadows, help arrives where it has always stood: Aiden, her patient, steady door man; Nick, the brewer with calm hands and a plan; and Luca, the contractor who always fixes one more thing after close. Under twinkle lights and falling snow, ...

Four operatives. One omega who refuses to be prey. An enemy that doesn’t back down. Encryption specialist Lisa Navarro has escaped with her pack to Europe. They are the only people she can trust—the pack of elite operators who were slated to die with her for a corrupt senator’s lie. When they discover they’re being hunted, they must trek across Europe to stay safe. Together, they build an evolving cover story that can survive customs and cameras: an art dealer in Milan, tourists in Prague, ghosts in Berlin, and a graduate student in Amsterdam. One problem—Lisa’s heats won’t ...

I was born an Arden. I chose to be Solace. I know how parties work: wear a green dress, let them get the good angles, force a smile that doesn’t crack. Then someone tries to make me the headline—and four men step in like a wall I didn’t ask for and a door I didn’t know I could open. Kade smells like iron and winter and stands behind me without crowding. Niall laughs at danger and then makes it behave. Silas touches code the way other people touch skin. Pax writes rules on rooms and keeps the door. We build a small, strange holiday: cocoa, lights, music—and consent. We reclaim a ...

One ruined reputation that could tank the team. Three men I’m not supposed to touch. And a PR tour that turns very, very personal… I polish disasters for the Puckridge Lumberjacks. Step one: clean up our enforcer’s viral fight. Step two: keep my hands off the players. Step three: definitely don’t notice the billionaire owner watching me like he’s already decided. Then the analytics coach opens his mouth and proves he’s filthier than the numbers on his tablet. School visits. Charity bake-offs. Photo ops that feel nothing like pretend. A relocation vote threatens everything, and ...

One blizzard that buries Puckridge in white. Three men who won’t let me carry it alone. And a Thanksgiving I never saw coming… I keep the Puckridge Public Library running—warm lights, cocoa station, no panic. Then the boiler coughs mid-storm and we’re snowed in. Me, a heat I’ve managed for years, and the three men who turn chaos into calm. The coach shovels the snow drift and takes the door watch. The fire inspector cracks windows and keeps us breathing. The equipment manager turns cots and blankets into comfort. I answer yes. And then everything gets warm, fast. Meet the trouble:...

One blizzard that swallows the world. Four Phantoms who play rough and protect harder. And a heat I can’t outrun anymore… I walk into a team dynasty with a fake name and a camera, ready to crack a story wide open while tagging along. Then the weather gets nasty, plans change, and we’re snowed in at a billionaire’s mountain lodge—me, a secret I was supposed to keep, and four men built out of trouble. One other problem—my suppressant refill didn’t make it on time. The captain shuts the doors and says the house is ours. The goalie’s calm turns the storm into background noise. ...