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11. Not my career
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2026-03-30 12:52:17
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KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession Ch.99
NeylanA loud pop explodes right next to my ear. Foam shoots straight across my cheek. Desmond screams into the smoke, slamming a massive bottle onto the sticky bar counter."We did it! We fucking did it!" Desmond yanks my jersey, his face red, spitting beer as he yells. "We crushed the Wraiths! Three years, man! Three years I waited for this!"He shakes the bottle of beer in his hand, letting it spill all over the place. “You need to see that asshole Treyvon's face when he realized there was no chance for them.”Someone bursts into laughter. “It shouldn't be funny, but hell, it was good their captain was out of the picture. Bunch of lazy Alphas who depend on their Captain.”Idiot! How can he call this a win when their captain didn't even finish the game? I wanted us to battle real hard this time.Come to think of it, Aurel is an Omega, yet the bulky Alphas on that team are completely helpless without him. The whole hockey community acts like Omegas can't handle the ice, but the Wrait
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession Ch.98
AurelThe hospital door slams back against the wall. A loud plastic smack rings out. Treyvon pushes straight into the room, chest heaving, his face covered in gray ice-grease and sweat streaks.The rest of the team wedges right behind him, their bulky shoulder pads crowding the tiny doorway and cutting off the hallway light. “What's this? Nobody bothered to at least change? Did you guys come here straight?”They all look at me like I'm crazy, “You… talking about changing when the captain was rushed out of the rink.” Someone says.Nobody is unzipping their gear. Silver second-place medals hang over their dark jerseys, swinging back and forth with every sharp movement.Everyone stays dead silent, faces pale and eyes locked flat on the floor tiles.Treyvon drops his heavy canvas gear bag. The metal zipper clatters loud against the floor. His eyes lock onto the massive black brace wrapping my leg, his jaw muscles jumping as he clenches his teeth. His fists ball up at his sides until his k
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession Not A Chapter
Okay... before some of you come for my neck. 😂 I need to disappear for about 5 days. I know, I know... that's a long time, especially now that we're getting close to the ending, but hear me out first. We have about 38 chapters left, and my goal is still to finish Knotting on Ice before the end of this month. To make that happen without randomly disappearing again, I want to use these few days to properly outline and draft the remaining chapters. Trust me, if I can get them drafted ahead of time, there won't be any more pauses until Aurel and Neylan finally bully us into the ending. 😂 And no, this doesn't automatically mean there'll be zero updates. If I manage to write enough while outlining, I'll still drop chapters during those five days. I'm just trying to prepare the final stretch so everything flows smoothly. I'm also hoping to use the time to get a head start on book 2, Knotting on Wheels. 👀 Yes, it's happening! I really want to have it cooking in the background so that o
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 97. Bad luck?
AurelThe scoreboard clock blinks zero. Overtime. The entire stadium is loud, the screaming fans turning into a solid wall of noise inside my ears.My lungs burn. The air tastes like copper.The puck squirts loose right into the center circle. It is right there. Floating.Neylan, my teammate Jax, and their defender all drop their shoulders and charge at the exact same split second. Their sticks hit together with a loud crack."I got it! Move!" Jax yells, his voice raw as he lunges forward."Not today Wraiths!" Neylan barks back, his shoulder slamming hard into Jax to clear the space.The space is too tight. It is a mess of moving arms and dark jerseys.I dig the edge of my left skate into the ice, throwing my weight forward to steal the puck before it slips away. My body is just moving on instinct.Bodies slam together. Skates cross and tangle in a knot of steel. The whole group shifts to the left at once.The puck pops free, sliding away from the cluster.I plant my right skate hard
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 96. Face off
NeylanThe ice skates slice the frozen ground, a sharp scraping sound echoing through the loud arena. The scoreboard above flashes bright red. We are up by two goals.My lungs burn. My fingers grip the hockey stick until my knuckles turn white inside the padded gloves. The stadium is a madhouse, thousands of fans screaming, but my brain registers none of it. There is a thick, sweet wave hitting the back of my throat. Warm honey melting over ripe peach cutting straight through the smell of rubber, sweat, and melting ice.Even with this heavy plastic helmet strapped tight to my jaw, the scent finds me. It fills my nose, making my chest tighten. My head snaps to the right, my teeth digging deep into my inner cheek. Where is he?A heavy shoulder slams into my ribs, throwing me off balance. My skates skid sideways, spraying ice against the plexiglass. The puck skitters away, sliding right past my blade because I am completely frozen, hunting for a ghost on the ice instead of watching the
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession Ch.95 Let's Get married
Neylan My head pounds like a bass drum against my skull.I blink hard, staring at the white ceiling of the hotel room. The air feels heavy, smelling like stale sweat and warm honey melting over ripe peach—. I roll over, my arm slamming into empty, cold sheets.Nothing. No one is here.Fuck me! Have I lost it?I drag a hand down my face, my skin hot. Did I seriously just dream about fucking Aurel all night? Go crazy over an Omega who isn't even mine? That fact suddenly makes me feel like shit.I sit up, checking the bed. No clothes on the floor. No scent left on the extra pillow. No traces of him anywhere in this stupid room.Ha! This is crazy. A total hallucination. The rut must have fried my brain cells if I’m inventing his voice, his screams, his walls locking around me.I swing my legs out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floorboards. I need to get my head back on track. I am an Alpha. I don't chase ghosts, and I don't lose sleep over people who don't matter. If there's no stain,
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 4. Why does it hurt?
NeylanAurel and I have never not balled our hands, ready to hit each other whenever we met, but this time…he just kept glaring at me, and he kinda smelled relaxing even though it was just a few seconds we had a hand shake before the team walked away.I still can’t place where I perceived that.It
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 3. Symptoms
Aurel “Laurentis pull yourself together and get back in the game.” Coach Jace shouts from the rink. But my head feels too light, like I might just drop if I stay out there any longer. The smell of Alphas around me is ruining my stomach. I swallow hard, but it doesn’t help. “Shit…” I mutter und
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 2. I want her
NeylanFuck! Her body is burning, mirroring the heat raging through mine.The more she presses her concealed ass against my dick, the more her pheromones choke the air, wrapping around my senses until I don't know where my rut starts and her heat does.Fuck, she must have gone into heat triggered b
KNOTTING ON ICE: Scentless Obsession 1. Choking on his scent
AurelAs the only Omega in an all-Alpha hockey team, the best thing to do is keep my shit together around the others.But I got lucky, I presented as a recessive. Still pathetic for a man, considering you don’t always find a male Omega, let alone a recessive one.Well, I don’t give a rat’s ass abou
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