MasukAurelThe cold rink air bites at my cheeks as I skate toward the home bench.Neylan glides over to the gate, reaching down into his gear bag to pull out the tiny black toddler skates. He scoops Danny up into his arms, lifting him over the barrier and setting him gently on the padded wooden bench seat."Time to ride, big guy," Neylan grins, dropping onto one knee on the rubber floorboards.Danny giggles wildly, kicking his small feet in the air while his beige bow tie twitches against his shirt collar. "Make me go super fast, Daddy!"Neylan slides the tiny skates onto Danny's small feet, wrapping the black leather boots snug around his ankles. He pulls the white laces tight, tying small double knots across the front. He taps the tiny toe picks with his knuckle, checking the fit before standing up.I step down off the ice onto the rubber mats, taking my spot right beside them.Neylan picks Danny up around his ribs, carrying him out past the open gate and lowering his tiny steel blades o
AurelIt's been EIGHTEEN long months of sweat, tears, and agony since that brutal ice crash tore my knee to shreds.The sharp smell of rubbing alcohol and rubber mats hits my nose in the sports rehab clinic. Bright fluorescent bulbs glare off silver weight racks, padded tables, and high-tech gear.My heart slams against my ribs like a trapped animal. This is the moment. This is everything I worked for.I stand in gray compression shorts and a black tank top, bare legs exposed to the cool air. A pale surgical scar runs straight down the middle of my right knee, reminding me of every painful step it took to get back here.The head sports doctor, Dr. Miller, steps into the bay holding a metal clipboard and an electronic tablet. He snaps on black rubber gloves, eyes dropping straight to my right leg."Alright, Mr. Laurentis," Dr. Miller says, stopping by the padded table. "Final clearance exam. Climb up."I swing my legs over the edge, palms gripping the leather until my knuckles turn whi
NeylanMonths fly by like a blur.The crisp, freezing air of the central hockey arena hits my face the second we step through the underground VIP entrance. That familiar smell of sharp ice, rubber pucks, and cheap stadium popcorn fills my nose, making my blood pump double time through my veins.Fuck! I missed this place so damn much.My chest swells up as I push open the door to the top-tier VIP family suite. The massive glass window stretches floor to ceiling, looking straight down over the glowing white rink where the ice Zamboni finishes smoothing the surface."Daddy! Look at the ice!" Danny screams, dropping his small backpack onto the leather couch. He sprints straight to the thick glass, pressing his palms against the surface, his jaw hanging wide open.Aurel walks in behind him, moving steady on his feet without a single limp. He wears my oversized team jersey over his black jeans, the number 17 printed big across his back. He carries baby Shayna in a soft chest carrier, her ti
NeylanThe sun breaks over the ocean horizon, flooding the grand seaside estate in warm golden light.Waves crash hard against the black rocks down below. The salty air hits my face through the open balcony doors, blowing the white linen curtains straight into the dressing room.I stand in front of the tall mirror, my fingers fumbling with the black silk bow tie around my collar. My hands won't stop shaking.Fuck! Why are my fingers locking up right now? Get it together.Desmond leans against the wooden dresser, holding a glass of scotch in one hand while he snickers at me. He wears a sharp charcoal suit, his broad shoulders relaxed while I lose my damn mind trying to tie a simple knot."Look at the big bad Alpha sweating through his shirt," Desmond jokes, taking a slow sip from his glass. "You survived three playoff series and a whole press riot, but a piece of silk is kicking your ass?""Shut the fuck up, Desmond," I growl out, jamming my thumb against the collar button. "My skin fe
NeylanThe quiet hum of the heart monitor fills the dim recovery room.Aurel lies on the white mattress, his breathing slow and steady under the thin blanket. The harsh color is finally coming back to his face. His pale lips aren't blue anymore, and his hands aren't shaking from that violent pain shock.I sit on the plastic chair pulled right up against his mattress, holding the soft yellow bundle tight against my chest.Shayna.Her tiny head rests right over my heart. She weighs almost nothing, her small chest rising and falling against my palm. She has a faint tuft of dark hair sticking up on top, her skin soft and pink.Fuck. She's so small. She's so fucking small.I press my thumb against her tiny palm, and her little fingers curl right around my skin, locking on with a weak, warm grip. A sharp lump hits my throat, burning all the way down into my lungs. Tears sting behind my eyes, but I blink them back, swallowing down the thick emotion threatening to choke me.My daughter. My ac
AurelThe world turns into a blur of bright lights and burning pain.Neylan scoops me out of my wheelchair in one fast lift, my legs dangling over his arm as he sprints through the sliding glass doors of the emergency room. His heavy chest heaves against my back, his lungs burning hot, sweat soaking straight through his suit coat."DOCTOR! GET A FUCKING DOCTOR RIGHT NOW!" Neylan roars, his deep voice shaking the glass windows along the front lobby.Nurses pull a high metal gurney straight into the main hall. Neylan drops me onto the thin mattress, his big hands gripping my shoulders as the wheels spin across the cold white tile floor.Another sharp, crushing spasm hits my lower core. My body wrenches sideways, my spine snapping back against the hard plastic frame. A high, ragged scream tears straight out of my throat, tearing my vocal cords raw."Aurel! Keep your eyes on me!" Neylan shouts, his dark eyes wide with pure terror as he runs beside the moving bed, squeezing my hand until m
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
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
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
AurelI push off the bed, ignoring the faint wheeze in my head. I’m not even listening to whatever Treyvon is saying.But then… what am I even going to say to him?I walk down the hallway and see Harper approaching.“Hey, why are you up and bouncing like you’re heading into a wrestling ring?”I ign






